Ok, who thinks I can do this? I intend to write a chapter for every day of
the month they are at Hogwarts . . . that's over 30 days O.o Now, it'll
probably be more than a month to get them all wrote, but still. Is it a
good idea? (mind you, not every day will be Hermione trying to get them
together, I swear. That would get BORING)
Harry woke up early the next morning, Thursday. 'Transfiguration this morning,' he thought as he got changed into his robes. He was surprised to be awake so soon, since the astrology lesson had been rather long. Harry glanced at Malfoy.
'Why in the world am I dreaming about him like that?' he wondered to himself. 'These past two nights, it's been the same thing. . . Malfoy and me. . . together. . . and the strange thing is . . . I like it.'
Harry sighed, and sat on the edge of his bed, wondering what those dreams meant. It really sucked to not have anyone to confide in - oh, but how Hermione and Ron would laugh if he came to them saying "I've been having dreams about me screwing Malfoy. Want to help me make it happen?"
Sure they were his best friends and all, but asking them to set him up with his supposed worst enemy - that just wasn't going to happen. He tried to picture Ron's reaction.
Ron would probably start laughing and say, "Good joke Harry, you had me going there for a minute! You and Malfoy!"
Harry had to smile a little, though, that WOULD be rather funny. Kind of like if Ron suddenly started saying, "I've taken a liking to Percy. Want to set us up?" Harry couldn't decide whether he'd laugh insanely over that, or die of shock.
Probably some intricate mix of the two.
Hermione's reaction was harder to decide on, Harry realized. He wasn't sure whether she would think he was totally mental, or whether she would think he was joking too.
Probably some interesting mix of the two.
Harry sighed, and walked downstairs, to wait for Hermione and Ron.
A few minutes after Harry left the room, Malfoy woke up. He too got dressed and then looked at the recently vacated bed of Harry's.
'Ah, Harry,' thought Malfoy. 'I can't stand you most of the time, but now . . .' He walked downstairs, and sat in a poufy armchair, just waiting for someone, anyone, to come down so when he sat at breakfast he wouldn't be alone.
"Why are you up so early?" Harry asked Malfoy. He inwardly cursed himself for making that sound so mean.
"Just sitting. Or am I not allowed to do that?" Malfoy rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.
"I didn't think you'd - ah, screw it." Harry stormed over to the other side of the room, leaving Malfoy to wonder what had just happened - every other time they fought they would always end up cursing each other or something in the end and this time Harry just stormed off. . .
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"Bah, I have way too much homework," Ron sighed at lunch. Transfiguration had been a grueling class today, what with them learning how to transfigure books into canaries.
"I did most of mine before lunch," Hermione said, hoping this would work out.
"So did I," added Harry, and it was all Hermione could do not to jump up in joy. 'Yes, my plan will work,' she thought happily.
"Hey, Harry, I was wondering if, well, um, you could help me. I'd, um, like to learn how to play Quidditch a bit better, and I was wondering, um, well, everyone else has classes so could you?" Hermione hoped she sounded convincing enough.
Harry nodded; he realized that Hermione had a hard time asking for help, since she tried so hard to be the best. "Sure. Ron, you don't mind being alone?"
"Nah, I do need to concentrate, it'll probably be for the best," Ron said absently, sorting through his homework.
And so, after lunch, Hermione and Harry made their way out onto the Quidditch field (Hermione was borrowing Ron's new broom). Hermione, who actually did want to learn how to play, listened carefully to what Harry said.
"So, what position do you want to try out, then?" Harry asked after detailing the positions.
"Keeper, I should think," Hermione said, mounting the broom anxiously. 'Where is Malfoy? I know he's been practicing all free periods so he can play his best on Saturday. . .'
"I'll throw the Quaffle towards the middle goal only, first, and we'll see how that works," Harry was saying. Hermione nodded absently.
She managed to block the first two throws, but the third and fourth went right past her.
"Try to move a little faster, and don't worry so much about falling off, it's actually quite hard to do . . ."Harry said.
Hermione nodded again, and tried her best to pay attention to the Quaffle and not whether or not Draco was here yet.
She managed to block three of his next four shots.
"I'll bet they'll make you Quidditch captain when Wood leaves, you know," Hermione called to him as she flew down to grab the Quaffle.
"Hardly!" called back Harry.
"I quite agree," came Draco's voice, and Hermione could have jumped for joy again. "Thinking of quitting your seeker job, I see," He added, pointing to the Quaffle Harry now held.
"Yeah. Whatever. Actually, I'm HELPING Hermione practice, since she wants to learn how to play." Harry retorted.
Quietly, Hermione whispered the charm and pointed her wand at Harry and Draco. "Ok, Harry, I'm ready!" She called.
Sure enough, Harry ignored her. Normally he would have nodded or something, even if he was fighting with Draco, so she knew her spell had worked. Now to just sit back and enjoy.
Well, actually, she had to pretend to be considering the best way to block the Quaffle so they wouldn't become suspicious, but still.
"Listen, we're just practicing, so if you'd go and leave us alone," Harry said, not quite sure who 'we' was. Draco was the only person around right? Or was Hermione there? When he tried to think about it, his head hurt, so he turned his attention back to Draco.
"No, I think I want to practice right here, Harry," Draco sneered, and paused. Since when did he call Harry by his first name? He could have sworn there was someone else here too, just a minute ago, but all he could remember was Harry.
"Oh, go jump in the lake." Since when did Draco call him Harry?
"Why don't you, and do everyone a favor?"
"You go jump in the lake, you dummy."
"You're the dummy, dummy."
Hermione sighed. Figures. Give two supposed enemies ten minutes to work out their differences and make out - erm, up, and what do they do? Fight. Figures.
She sighed loudly, and knew they wouldn't really hear her. So childish!
"Listen, I'll make a deal with you. You go jump in the lake first and then I will," Draco said.
"No way! You do it first!"
"You!"
"You!"
'Geez! How incrediably childish,' thought Hermione 'What would Ron say? Oh, right. Bloody insane.'
"Fine, how about neither of us jumps in the lake and we call it even."
"Ok, works for me. Want to practice a bit together."
"Huh? Oh, sure, why not. We could have . . . " Harry trailed off. For the life of him, he couldn't remember who else was there. He wanted to suggest that whoever was there would throw stuff and they could pretend it was the Snitch . . .
Hermione noticed Harry's falter in words. 'Ah, so he can't remember I'm here. Well, it's a good think they're out here, or everyone would have been incredibly weirded out.'
"Sure, why not," replied Draco. There was something about Harry today . . . the way his head was tilted slightly to listen, and the way the wind blew his hair about . . .
"Ok, great." Harry was practically staring now. He had never noticed how . . . pretty . . . Draco was before. His blonde hair and blue-gray eyes seemed to hold an innocence of their own . . .
Wait, what in the hell was he thinking?
Hermione noticed Harry's and Draco's expressions abruptly changed, and she checked her watch. Yup, ten minutes were up. Now to see if that helped at all.
"Well, I still don't know why you're here," Harry said, his tone a shade more cold than it just was, "But if you just want to practice, let's get Hermione to help."
Draco nodded, though his glare was a bit sharper this time.
"Hey, Hermione, want to help us, and throw some stuff around for us to catch?" Harry called over to her.
"Sure," she said, and she used a transfiguration spell to transform a nearby acorn into a Snitch, although it was green instead of gold. "Will this work?"
"Perfect," said Harry.
Hermione flung it into the air, and the makeshift Snitch began flitting around. Draco and Harry followed it's every movement, carefully stalking after it, like tigers after their prey.
'Well,' thought Hermione, 'That spell wasn't a major loss. At least they're acting somewhat friendly. I figure, a few more nights of helping them dream of each other and they'll start doing that on their own,' Hermione blushed a little as she still couldn't forget just how detailed Malfoy had written down his dream . . .
"Hah! Got it!" cried out Harry triumphantly.
"Ah, lucky grab," said Draco, glaring. Harry gloated.
"Nice job, Harry!" Hermione called up to them, and then mounted Ron's broom and flew up. "Here, Draco, you can get a head start this time if you want . . ."
"No, thanks," said Draco coolly. "I can manage on my own."
Hermione noted the absence of him calling her a 'mudblood' and wondered if perhaps he was doing that because he wanted to show Harry that he could be nice sometimes.
"If you say so," Hermione nodded, and threw the snitch down towards the ground. "I get to go against winner," she added as the two boys shot after it.
It wasn't until they were almost late for Potions did they stop. Breathless, the three of them got into their seats just as Snape called to start the class.
"What took you?" muttered Ron.
"Ran into Malfoy," replied Harry, just as quietly. "We played Quidditch some."
"With MALFOY?" Ron whispered incredulously.
Harry nodded, shrugged, and pointed to Snape, to signal for Ron to be quiet, since Snape looked ready to start taking off points. Ron got the hint, and waited until Snape finished explaining the potion they were going to be making before continued.
Ron looked at Hermione, as if suspecting that this was part of her plan. "With Malfoy," he said, shaking his head.
"He was rather nice," Hermione said, "Well, ok, not nice, but I could tolerate him, and so could Harry. We just practiced catching the Snitch."
Ron shook his head. 'Well, I just might be losing this bet after all.' He sighed to himself.
Three chapters in two days. Not bad, no? =p Ok, ok, so they are all SHORT chapters, but still!!!!
Harry woke up early the next morning, Thursday. 'Transfiguration this morning,' he thought as he got changed into his robes. He was surprised to be awake so soon, since the astrology lesson had been rather long. Harry glanced at Malfoy.
'Why in the world am I dreaming about him like that?' he wondered to himself. 'These past two nights, it's been the same thing. . . Malfoy and me. . . together. . . and the strange thing is . . . I like it.'
Harry sighed, and sat on the edge of his bed, wondering what those dreams meant. It really sucked to not have anyone to confide in - oh, but how Hermione and Ron would laugh if he came to them saying "I've been having dreams about me screwing Malfoy. Want to help me make it happen?"
Sure they were his best friends and all, but asking them to set him up with his supposed worst enemy - that just wasn't going to happen. He tried to picture Ron's reaction.
Ron would probably start laughing and say, "Good joke Harry, you had me going there for a minute! You and Malfoy!"
Harry had to smile a little, though, that WOULD be rather funny. Kind of like if Ron suddenly started saying, "I've taken a liking to Percy. Want to set us up?" Harry couldn't decide whether he'd laugh insanely over that, or die of shock.
Probably some intricate mix of the two.
Hermione's reaction was harder to decide on, Harry realized. He wasn't sure whether she would think he was totally mental, or whether she would think he was joking too.
Probably some interesting mix of the two.
Harry sighed, and walked downstairs, to wait for Hermione and Ron.
A few minutes after Harry left the room, Malfoy woke up. He too got dressed and then looked at the recently vacated bed of Harry's.
'Ah, Harry,' thought Malfoy. 'I can't stand you most of the time, but now . . .' He walked downstairs, and sat in a poufy armchair, just waiting for someone, anyone, to come down so when he sat at breakfast he wouldn't be alone.
"Why are you up so early?" Harry asked Malfoy. He inwardly cursed himself for making that sound so mean.
"Just sitting. Or am I not allowed to do that?" Malfoy rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.
"I didn't think you'd - ah, screw it." Harry stormed over to the other side of the room, leaving Malfoy to wonder what had just happened - every other time they fought they would always end up cursing each other or something in the end and this time Harry just stormed off. . .
~~~
"Bah, I have way too much homework," Ron sighed at lunch. Transfiguration had been a grueling class today, what with them learning how to transfigure books into canaries.
"I did most of mine before lunch," Hermione said, hoping this would work out.
"So did I," added Harry, and it was all Hermione could do not to jump up in joy. 'Yes, my plan will work,' she thought happily.
"Hey, Harry, I was wondering if, well, um, you could help me. I'd, um, like to learn how to play Quidditch a bit better, and I was wondering, um, well, everyone else has classes so could you?" Hermione hoped she sounded convincing enough.
Harry nodded; he realized that Hermione had a hard time asking for help, since she tried so hard to be the best. "Sure. Ron, you don't mind being alone?"
"Nah, I do need to concentrate, it'll probably be for the best," Ron said absently, sorting through his homework.
And so, after lunch, Hermione and Harry made their way out onto the Quidditch field (Hermione was borrowing Ron's new broom). Hermione, who actually did want to learn how to play, listened carefully to what Harry said.
"So, what position do you want to try out, then?" Harry asked after detailing the positions.
"Keeper, I should think," Hermione said, mounting the broom anxiously. 'Where is Malfoy? I know he's been practicing all free periods so he can play his best on Saturday. . .'
"I'll throw the Quaffle towards the middle goal only, first, and we'll see how that works," Harry was saying. Hermione nodded absently.
She managed to block the first two throws, but the third and fourth went right past her.
"Try to move a little faster, and don't worry so much about falling off, it's actually quite hard to do . . ."Harry said.
Hermione nodded again, and tried her best to pay attention to the Quaffle and not whether or not Draco was here yet.
She managed to block three of his next four shots.
"I'll bet they'll make you Quidditch captain when Wood leaves, you know," Hermione called to him as she flew down to grab the Quaffle.
"Hardly!" called back Harry.
"I quite agree," came Draco's voice, and Hermione could have jumped for joy again. "Thinking of quitting your seeker job, I see," He added, pointing to the Quaffle Harry now held.
"Yeah. Whatever. Actually, I'm HELPING Hermione practice, since she wants to learn how to play." Harry retorted.
Quietly, Hermione whispered the charm and pointed her wand at Harry and Draco. "Ok, Harry, I'm ready!" She called.
Sure enough, Harry ignored her. Normally he would have nodded or something, even if he was fighting with Draco, so she knew her spell had worked. Now to just sit back and enjoy.
Well, actually, she had to pretend to be considering the best way to block the Quaffle so they wouldn't become suspicious, but still.
"Listen, we're just practicing, so if you'd go and leave us alone," Harry said, not quite sure who 'we' was. Draco was the only person around right? Or was Hermione there? When he tried to think about it, his head hurt, so he turned his attention back to Draco.
"No, I think I want to practice right here, Harry," Draco sneered, and paused. Since when did he call Harry by his first name? He could have sworn there was someone else here too, just a minute ago, but all he could remember was Harry.
"Oh, go jump in the lake." Since when did Draco call him Harry?
"Why don't you, and do everyone a favor?"
"You go jump in the lake, you dummy."
"You're the dummy, dummy."
Hermione sighed. Figures. Give two supposed enemies ten minutes to work out their differences and make out - erm, up, and what do they do? Fight. Figures.
She sighed loudly, and knew they wouldn't really hear her. So childish!
"Listen, I'll make a deal with you. You go jump in the lake first and then I will," Draco said.
"No way! You do it first!"
"You!"
"You!"
'Geez! How incrediably childish,' thought Hermione 'What would Ron say? Oh, right. Bloody insane.'
"Fine, how about neither of us jumps in the lake and we call it even."
"Ok, works for me. Want to practice a bit together."
"Huh? Oh, sure, why not. We could have . . . " Harry trailed off. For the life of him, he couldn't remember who else was there. He wanted to suggest that whoever was there would throw stuff and they could pretend it was the Snitch . . .
Hermione noticed Harry's falter in words. 'Ah, so he can't remember I'm here. Well, it's a good think they're out here, or everyone would have been incredibly weirded out.'
"Sure, why not," replied Draco. There was something about Harry today . . . the way his head was tilted slightly to listen, and the way the wind blew his hair about . . .
"Ok, great." Harry was practically staring now. He had never noticed how . . . pretty . . . Draco was before. His blonde hair and blue-gray eyes seemed to hold an innocence of their own . . .
Wait, what in the hell was he thinking?
Hermione noticed Harry's and Draco's expressions abruptly changed, and she checked her watch. Yup, ten minutes were up. Now to see if that helped at all.
"Well, I still don't know why you're here," Harry said, his tone a shade more cold than it just was, "But if you just want to practice, let's get Hermione to help."
Draco nodded, though his glare was a bit sharper this time.
"Hey, Hermione, want to help us, and throw some stuff around for us to catch?" Harry called over to her.
"Sure," she said, and she used a transfiguration spell to transform a nearby acorn into a Snitch, although it was green instead of gold. "Will this work?"
"Perfect," said Harry.
Hermione flung it into the air, and the makeshift Snitch began flitting around. Draco and Harry followed it's every movement, carefully stalking after it, like tigers after their prey.
'Well,' thought Hermione, 'That spell wasn't a major loss. At least they're acting somewhat friendly. I figure, a few more nights of helping them dream of each other and they'll start doing that on their own,' Hermione blushed a little as she still couldn't forget just how detailed Malfoy had written down his dream . . .
"Hah! Got it!" cried out Harry triumphantly.
"Ah, lucky grab," said Draco, glaring. Harry gloated.
"Nice job, Harry!" Hermione called up to them, and then mounted Ron's broom and flew up. "Here, Draco, you can get a head start this time if you want . . ."
"No, thanks," said Draco coolly. "I can manage on my own."
Hermione noted the absence of him calling her a 'mudblood' and wondered if perhaps he was doing that because he wanted to show Harry that he could be nice sometimes.
"If you say so," Hermione nodded, and threw the snitch down towards the ground. "I get to go against winner," she added as the two boys shot after it.
It wasn't until they were almost late for Potions did they stop. Breathless, the three of them got into their seats just as Snape called to start the class.
"What took you?" muttered Ron.
"Ran into Malfoy," replied Harry, just as quietly. "We played Quidditch some."
"With MALFOY?" Ron whispered incredulously.
Harry nodded, shrugged, and pointed to Snape, to signal for Ron to be quiet, since Snape looked ready to start taking off points. Ron got the hint, and waited until Snape finished explaining the potion they were going to be making before continued.
Ron looked at Hermione, as if suspecting that this was part of her plan. "With Malfoy," he said, shaking his head.
"He was rather nice," Hermione said, "Well, ok, not nice, but I could tolerate him, and so could Harry. We just practiced catching the Snitch."
Ron shook his head. 'Well, I just might be losing this bet after all.' He sighed to himself.
Three chapters in two days. Not bad, no? =p Ok, ok, so they are all SHORT chapters, but still!!!!