Actually Harry had no intention of going to the last Herbology class of the
term. He didn't know where he was planning to go, just not to class.
There were people who knew what was going on in that class, and others who
would ask questions and he just didn't want to put up with that at the
moment. So he headed towards the Common Room.
Harry sighed as he reached the familiar potrait of the Fat Lady. She peered down at him suspiciously and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be in class right now young Potter?"
Harry just looked up at her, "Jitterbug," he said shortly, not bothering to answer her question.
The Fat Lady screwed her face into a scowl but opened to admit him anyways, as it was her duty.
The Common Room was completely deserted when Harry entered it so he just flopped down on a couch near the fire (it was early December)
He was going to be in so much trouble. but he didn't care about how much trouble he was going to be in, 'Though I'll probably get a detention' he thought glumly. Hopefully people would think it all a joke, and go about their daily lives, but somehow Harry doubted it, that's not how things worked around Hogwarts. But somehow no matter what else he tried to think, his mind always returned to the hat and Draco, though mostly Draco.
'I like girls!' he thought stoutly to himself, then practically shouted it. And somehow through the whole ordeal, he just felt like he was trying to prove something to himself. Every time he invisioned to look of horror on Draco's face from almost an hour earlier, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss those smooth, baby pink lips. Harry just gave up fighting what he really felt. 'Maybe I really am in love with Draco,' he finally thought to himself. 'But that doesn't meant that he's my true love - does it? He said not in a thousand years and. doesn't it take two to love like Draco said?' Harry tried to convince himself of this several times but another voice in his head kept telling him, 'No, no, you don't need two to love, Draco was wrong.' and there was a painfully stab in Harry left chest area, in his heart for he realized that he would probably spend the rest of his life pining after what he couldn't have. * * * * * Draco Malfoy too was sitting up in his common room deep in thought, all alone. See, he too had skipped class, don't feeling quite up to facing the Charms class' stupid question. Crabbe and Goyle though had been too afraid to get in trouble so Draco had sent them on to class. 'It's for the better, at least if I get detention I won't have those two schoffing around me so worriedly' he thought disgustedly to himself as he sat on a stately leather couch near the fire in the dungeon Common Room.
"Curse that Potter!" he suddenly cried out, glaring into the fire. 'Not only has he delayed my master's return four time's yet, but now he's ruined my school life too!' he threw an angry glance around the Common Room to secure that it was empty, and sat up on the couch. He could only imagine the tauntings he was going to receive for being deemed 'Harry's true love' he wouldn't doubt it if rainbow banner's bearing the message were now being hung in the Great Hall. "Curse you Potter!" he screamed louder than before so that it echoed through the whole common room. "Why did you have to pick me for your Dark Lord foresaken crush? Why not Mudblood or Weasel?"
'Well,' he suddenly thought to himself. 'I am a Malfoy after all - I am the highest you can aim.' he ran a hand through his soft slick white blond hair, his grey eyes gleaming and his mouth twisted into the first smile he'd worn since when he'd first started teasing Potter that morning. 'Potter - and him falling in love with me, a Malfoy, a Slytherin and a devoted Death Eater at that!' he ran his hand over his dark mark lovingly. 'What was he thinking falling in love with his one of his greatest enemie's most devoted servents? Master will not be pleased.'
Then it suddenly came to him! It was all a joke! Or rather a plan. Potter wasn't really in love with him! And to this Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He just wanted him so that he, Draco would fall in love with him and divulge all of the Dark Lord's most trusted secret plans. 'Yes, very clever Potter,' Draco finally smirked. 'Playing that you like me is probably the best way to gain my trust. I'm just a piece of information for him!'
And with his conscience newly cleared he decided to go up to his dormitory and possibly catch up on some of the sleep he had missed last night while up with Pansy.
Harry sighed as he reached the familiar potrait of the Fat Lady. She peered down at him suspiciously and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be in class right now young Potter?"
Harry just looked up at her, "Jitterbug," he said shortly, not bothering to answer her question.
The Fat Lady screwed her face into a scowl but opened to admit him anyways, as it was her duty.
The Common Room was completely deserted when Harry entered it so he just flopped down on a couch near the fire (it was early December)
He was going to be in so much trouble. but he didn't care about how much trouble he was going to be in, 'Though I'll probably get a detention' he thought glumly. Hopefully people would think it all a joke, and go about their daily lives, but somehow Harry doubted it, that's not how things worked around Hogwarts. But somehow no matter what else he tried to think, his mind always returned to the hat and Draco, though mostly Draco.
'I like girls!' he thought stoutly to himself, then practically shouted it. And somehow through the whole ordeal, he just felt like he was trying to prove something to himself. Every time he invisioned to look of horror on Draco's face from almost an hour earlier, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss those smooth, baby pink lips. Harry just gave up fighting what he really felt. 'Maybe I really am in love with Draco,' he finally thought to himself. 'But that doesn't meant that he's my true love - does it? He said not in a thousand years and. doesn't it take two to love like Draco said?' Harry tried to convince himself of this several times but another voice in his head kept telling him, 'No, no, you don't need two to love, Draco was wrong.' and there was a painfully stab in Harry left chest area, in his heart for he realized that he would probably spend the rest of his life pining after what he couldn't have. * * * * * Draco Malfoy too was sitting up in his common room deep in thought, all alone. See, he too had skipped class, don't feeling quite up to facing the Charms class' stupid question. Crabbe and Goyle though had been too afraid to get in trouble so Draco had sent them on to class. 'It's for the better, at least if I get detention I won't have those two schoffing around me so worriedly' he thought disgustedly to himself as he sat on a stately leather couch near the fire in the dungeon Common Room.
"Curse that Potter!" he suddenly cried out, glaring into the fire. 'Not only has he delayed my master's return four time's yet, but now he's ruined my school life too!' he threw an angry glance around the Common Room to secure that it was empty, and sat up on the couch. He could only imagine the tauntings he was going to receive for being deemed 'Harry's true love' he wouldn't doubt it if rainbow banner's bearing the message were now being hung in the Great Hall. "Curse you Potter!" he screamed louder than before so that it echoed through the whole common room. "Why did you have to pick me for your Dark Lord foresaken crush? Why not Mudblood or Weasel?"
'Well,' he suddenly thought to himself. 'I am a Malfoy after all - I am the highest you can aim.' he ran a hand through his soft slick white blond hair, his grey eyes gleaming and his mouth twisted into the first smile he'd worn since when he'd first started teasing Potter that morning. 'Potter - and him falling in love with me, a Malfoy, a Slytherin and a devoted Death Eater at that!' he ran his hand over his dark mark lovingly. 'What was he thinking falling in love with his one of his greatest enemie's most devoted servents? Master will not be pleased.'
Then it suddenly came to him! It was all a joke! Or rather a plan. Potter wasn't really in love with him! And to this Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He just wanted him so that he, Draco would fall in love with him and divulge all of the Dark Lord's most trusted secret plans. 'Yes, very clever Potter,' Draco finally smirked. 'Playing that you like me is probably the best way to gain my trust. I'm just a piece of information for him!'
And with his conscience newly cleared he decided to go up to his dormitory and possibly catch up on some of the sleep he had missed last night while up with Pansy.