A/N: You know who I am. You know why I am here. SO I won't bore you with details. All I can say is, here is the next chapter. Enjoy. In Which Tryouts Are Held.
Chapter 20:
Harry looked at the assembled group that Saturday mourning. With the Quidditch season back open and half the team gone, he needed replacements and fast. Before him stood The Creevy brothers, both trying out for beater, Ginny trying for chaser or keeper, Seamus trying out for chaser, Dean trying out for chaser or keeper, and finally Ron towering above the rest was trying his hand at keeper or chaser. He had a feeling the Creevy brothers were going to be the new beaters, but he had to try them out, same as everyone else.
"Alright," he called, "Listen up. Grab your brooms and pay attention. I want the Creevys on Beater, Ginny and Dean on Keeper, Ron and Seamus and Neville on Chaser. I'm the Seeker and Angelina is the last Chaser. Two chasers to two chasers. One beater each. Ready everybody? Lets go!" They were up in the air and at their places immediately. Dean, who was still on the ground let out the bulgers, and then threw the quaffle. Finally he let out the golden snitch and flew up to the other goal. The practice began.
About half an hour into it, Harry caught the snitch and shouted out a spell to freeze the Bulger's momentarily. As he had searched for the snitch he had been watching his housemates. Ginny was a better keeper than Dean , and both Ron and Neville weren't very good at Chaser, but Ron was a good flier and never dropped the ball like Neville and Seamus. Both the Creevy's were rivals to the beater skills of the Weasly twins. Thinking for a moment he decided to make some changes.
"Ron! Change positions with Dean. Seamus switch with Ginny. Colin, Denis, great job! Here we go again!" He broke the spell and released the snitch again. Ginny was much better as a chaser than Neville, often catching what he dropped. Dean also worked well with Angelina, but could not get a single shot past Ron. Harry smiled as he caught the snitch. He knew whom he was picking. All he had to do was write the roster.
Later...
Draco sat in the Library waiting for Harry to arrive. Well, technically he was waiting for Harry, Hermione, and Ron...but he was only thinking about Harry. They were going to set up a course of action for finding out about Professor Pierson. He looked up and smiled brightly, his white teeth glinting in the lamplight.
"Hullo, Draco."
"Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione."
"Malfoy."
"Draco." He could tell they didn't trust him very much yet, but things would change. "What do you have for us?"
"Not much yet. I want to bring forward everything we know so far about Pierson and Snape.
"First of all, we know that they are always together now, except for when they teach. Whenever one is around outside of class, the other isn't far away. This could mean one of two things. They're really close or one is spying on the other. Snape, who is normally stoic and reserved, seems to be more open and outgoing when Pierson is around, so I'm going for the close theory. Pierson seems to be pretty outgoing and very smart. He never looks at his notes in class, if you notice; it's always off the top of his head. He says he went to Beubaxtons, but has no trace of the accent.
"As for speculation, he appears to be between 25 and 30 years of age, making him the youngest teacher in this school, followed by Snape then Lupin. Though being close in age, which could be another reason why he has befriended Snape, he has never made any extra effort to make friends with Lupin. He also appears to have some serious issues with the new professor, Cassandra. He must know more than two languages, for he speaks English, if he went to Beubaxtons he must speak French, and what those two were screaming at each other was definitely neither French nor English." Draco stopped, surprised that he had talked for so long on something he didn't think he knew so much about. Hermione picked up the conversation.
"I asked Professor McGonnagall about that language. She doesn't know what it is either. She doesn't even think Dumbledore knows. It must be really obscure and probably very ancient. If those two learned it they must have been close at once. Probably lovers. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and all that." Ron turned to her.
"I can vouch for that. My mother is downright demonic when she's angry...and that's only because Fred or George tracked mud in on the carpet or something. I'd hate to think what would happen if something made her angry with Dad. No wait, I do know. No more Dad. And Heaven forbid I do something to make Herm here angry...I'd be pushing up daises!"
"You better believe it, mister!"
"Eep!" Harry smiled at his friends. He turned back to Draco.
"It's great that you're helping us, Draco." Draco blushed.
"Well, I'm curious as well, and anything to help you." They shared a look and a smile before being brought out by a comment from Hermione.
"Uh oh. Looks like Madame Pince is closing shop. We better leave."
"Right," Harry agreed, "same time, same place tomorrow?" They all agreed and Hermione pulled Ron ahead, probably hoping to get a few seconds alone in the common room. Harry walked slowly with Draco out of the library. Once Draco made sure the hallway was clear he spun and threw Harry against the wall, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss that Harry was all to happy to reciprocate. He pulled away, straightening Harry's glasses and running his fingers through the unruly black hair.
"I've wanted to do that all night." Harry smiled.
"I'm glad you did." He pulled him forward for a small soft kiss, before once again letting him go. They separated, both aware of their public location and straitened their robes. Draco held out his hand and Harry clasped it briefly, entwining their fingers. "I'll see you tomorrow Draco. I love you."
"And I you, Harry. Until the morrow."
"Drama Queen."
"You know it!" Draco's sing-song voice echoed down the corridor to the Slytherin common room. "Pleasant dreams!" The wish floated back to him and brought with it a wave of images. The health and good humor present just moments before turned to melancholy and haunted eyes.
"You too..." he called after him, weakly. He stood there for a moment after Draco had disappeared, lost in thought. It was better when he was awake now, for he had Draco to love him and make everything better, but at night, when he was all alone and the dreams came...it was horrible. His greatest surprise was that nobody noticed. With hesitant steps the boy who lived headed back to the Gryffindor Tower, head filled with dead feelings.
TBC
A/N: It's shorter than the other's I know, but I needed to post something for you guys. It's been a few days and NO NEW REVIEWS...I got scared. Well, I had the Quidditch tryouts, as promised. You have one more week to try to change my mind...but it's pretty much all set who's playing who. Next time I will have the roster up and Cassandra's first class. ANOTHER POLE!!! Should I have Herm rejoin the class? Yes? No? You tell me! READ MY VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL it should be finished this week...I only have 3 more chapters to write...maybe a fourth, if you ask nicely. It's under Harry Potter Books, not crossovers cause the only crossing over part is Methos and it ain't that big...but he has his own chapter...why am I telling you all this, just read it!
Ara - thanks seems to not say enough, yet I do not have the words...
Vampire Child - Cassandra's watcher will be explained in either the next chapter or the one after that. Thanx for reviewing!
Vertigo - Nightmares really do suck, don't they, and Methos had SOME nightmares. It really is sad. teardrop sniff Why do I torture him so...I guess I shall never know. Hey, that rhymed! That was very strange, it's late, I'm sorry, I'm shutting up now...
WyldeHorse - Um...there isn't gonna be any lemon in this story. Not at all. All the lemon will be in side stories and lemonade. The Valentines day story is lemon...It's called TALES OF LOVE AND MAGIC. Not enough people have reviewed...check it out.
Xelle - thanx!
As always, R/R! look for me soon in other fandoms as well. (maybe not too soon...mostly around weekends...) See ya later!
Chapter 20:
Harry looked at the assembled group that Saturday mourning. With the Quidditch season back open and half the team gone, he needed replacements and fast. Before him stood The Creevy brothers, both trying out for beater, Ginny trying for chaser or keeper, Seamus trying out for chaser, Dean trying out for chaser or keeper, and finally Ron towering above the rest was trying his hand at keeper or chaser. He had a feeling the Creevy brothers were going to be the new beaters, but he had to try them out, same as everyone else.
"Alright," he called, "Listen up. Grab your brooms and pay attention. I want the Creevys on Beater, Ginny and Dean on Keeper, Ron and Seamus and Neville on Chaser. I'm the Seeker and Angelina is the last Chaser. Two chasers to two chasers. One beater each. Ready everybody? Lets go!" They were up in the air and at their places immediately. Dean, who was still on the ground let out the bulgers, and then threw the quaffle. Finally he let out the golden snitch and flew up to the other goal. The practice began.
About half an hour into it, Harry caught the snitch and shouted out a spell to freeze the Bulger's momentarily. As he had searched for the snitch he had been watching his housemates. Ginny was a better keeper than Dean , and both Ron and Neville weren't very good at Chaser, but Ron was a good flier and never dropped the ball like Neville and Seamus. Both the Creevy's were rivals to the beater skills of the Weasly twins. Thinking for a moment he decided to make some changes.
"Ron! Change positions with Dean. Seamus switch with Ginny. Colin, Denis, great job! Here we go again!" He broke the spell and released the snitch again. Ginny was much better as a chaser than Neville, often catching what he dropped. Dean also worked well with Angelina, but could not get a single shot past Ron. Harry smiled as he caught the snitch. He knew whom he was picking. All he had to do was write the roster.
Later...
Draco sat in the Library waiting for Harry to arrive. Well, technically he was waiting for Harry, Hermione, and Ron...but he was only thinking about Harry. They were going to set up a course of action for finding out about Professor Pierson. He looked up and smiled brightly, his white teeth glinting in the lamplight.
"Hullo, Draco."
"Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione."
"Malfoy."
"Draco." He could tell they didn't trust him very much yet, but things would change. "What do you have for us?"
"Not much yet. I want to bring forward everything we know so far about Pierson and Snape.
"First of all, we know that they are always together now, except for when they teach. Whenever one is around outside of class, the other isn't far away. This could mean one of two things. They're really close or one is spying on the other. Snape, who is normally stoic and reserved, seems to be more open and outgoing when Pierson is around, so I'm going for the close theory. Pierson seems to be pretty outgoing and very smart. He never looks at his notes in class, if you notice; it's always off the top of his head. He says he went to Beubaxtons, but has no trace of the accent.
"As for speculation, he appears to be between 25 and 30 years of age, making him the youngest teacher in this school, followed by Snape then Lupin. Though being close in age, which could be another reason why he has befriended Snape, he has never made any extra effort to make friends with Lupin. He also appears to have some serious issues with the new professor, Cassandra. He must know more than two languages, for he speaks English, if he went to Beubaxtons he must speak French, and what those two were screaming at each other was definitely neither French nor English." Draco stopped, surprised that he had talked for so long on something he didn't think he knew so much about. Hermione picked up the conversation.
"I asked Professor McGonnagall about that language. She doesn't know what it is either. She doesn't even think Dumbledore knows. It must be really obscure and probably very ancient. If those two learned it they must have been close at once. Probably lovers. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and all that." Ron turned to her.
"I can vouch for that. My mother is downright demonic when she's angry...and that's only because Fred or George tracked mud in on the carpet or something. I'd hate to think what would happen if something made her angry with Dad. No wait, I do know. No more Dad. And Heaven forbid I do something to make Herm here angry...I'd be pushing up daises!"
"You better believe it, mister!"
"Eep!" Harry smiled at his friends. He turned back to Draco.
"It's great that you're helping us, Draco." Draco blushed.
"Well, I'm curious as well, and anything to help you." They shared a look and a smile before being brought out by a comment from Hermione.
"Uh oh. Looks like Madame Pince is closing shop. We better leave."
"Right," Harry agreed, "same time, same place tomorrow?" They all agreed and Hermione pulled Ron ahead, probably hoping to get a few seconds alone in the common room. Harry walked slowly with Draco out of the library. Once Draco made sure the hallway was clear he spun and threw Harry against the wall, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss that Harry was all to happy to reciprocate. He pulled away, straightening Harry's glasses and running his fingers through the unruly black hair.
"I've wanted to do that all night." Harry smiled.
"I'm glad you did." He pulled him forward for a small soft kiss, before once again letting him go. They separated, both aware of their public location and straitened their robes. Draco held out his hand and Harry clasped it briefly, entwining their fingers. "I'll see you tomorrow Draco. I love you."
"And I you, Harry. Until the morrow."
"Drama Queen."
"You know it!" Draco's sing-song voice echoed down the corridor to the Slytherin common room. "Pleasant dreams!" The wish floated back to him and brought with it a wave of images. The health and good humor present just moments before turned to melancholy and haunted eyes.
"You too..." he called after him, weakly. He stood there for a moment after Draco had disappeared, lost in thought. It was better when he was awake now, for he had Draco to love him and make everything better, but at night, when he was all alone and the dreams came...it was horrible. His greatest surprise was that nobody noticed. With hesitant steps the boy who lived headed back to the Gryffindor Tower, head filled with dead feelings.
TBC
A/N: It's shorter than the other's I know, but I needed to post something for you guys. It's been a few days and NO NEW REVIEWS...I got scared. Well, I had the Quidditch tryouts, as promised. You have one more week to try to change my mind...but it's pretty much all set who's playing who. Next time I will have the roster up and Cassandra's first class. ANOTHER POLE!!! Should I have Herm rejoin the class? Yes? No? You tell me! READ MY VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL it should be finished this week...I only have 3 more chapters to write...maybe a fourth, if you ask nicely. It's under Harry Potter Books, not crossovers cause the only crossing over part is Methos and it ain't that big...but he has his own chapter...why am I telling you all this, just read it!
Ara - thanks seems to not say enough, yet I do not have the words...
Vampire Child - Cassandra's watcher will be explained in either the next chapter or the one after that. Thanx for reviewing!
Vertigo - Nightmares really do suck, don't they, and Methos had SOME nightmares. It really is sad. teardrop sniff Why do I torture him so...I guess I shall never know. Hey, that rhymed! That was very strange, it's late, I'm sorry, I'm shutting up now...
WyldeHorse - Um...there isn't gonna be any lemon in this story. Not at all. All the lemon will be in side stories and lemonade. The Valentines day story is lemon...It's called TALES OF LOVE AND MAGIC. Not enough people have reviewed...check it out.
Xelle - thanx!
As always, R/R! look for me soon in other fandoms as well. (maybe not too soon...mostly around weekends...) See ya later!