Right then, I just wanted to make sure people are following how I use my
marks. What do I mean you ask? Well, like this. "Blah" means someone is
talking. 'Blah' means someone is thinking //blah// is someone's
subconscious *blah* is a sound. Sometimes, however, it is emphasis on
writing. _blah_ is also emphasis. ~blah~ is writing
Just wanted to make sure I wasn't confuzzling anyone! ^^
"Give it up Ron, you owe me ten galleons!" Hermione said crossly as she sat down at breakfast. Ron glared at her too.
"If there's ANY indication over what kind dreams they had last night, well, here it is," Draco whispered to Harry, nibbling on his ear a bit before he shifted his weight across Harry (he was sitting with a leg over Harry's lap again) and eating a bit of breakfast.
"Agreed," grinned Harry. "Tuesday, isn't it? What classes do we have today?"
Draco shrugged as he looked at the list of classes, which seemed to be different every week. "Oh, astrology today. And Charms. And also, Arithmacy."
Hearing this, Hermione perked up, "Oh, good, I love Arithmacy!" Ron glared at her for no apparent reason, and suddenly Harry was struck with a thought.
"Hermione, did Draco and I used to act like that?" he asked, grinning at Draco.
"Act like what?" Hermione sounded puzzled. Draco pointed to Ron, and Harry pointed to her. "Oh! You mean like how Ron is being a total snot to me right now? Yeah, you two acted like that. All the bloody time. In the end, it just proved how much you two like each other."
Harry grinned evilly. "So, when Ron is like that to you, and you to him, that means you like him and he likes you?"
Hermione's eyes got wide. Shot down by her own logic; it was harsh.
"You two could come on a double date with us," Draco added. "Harry and I'll both wear our dresses and Ron could pretend he was showing us around town!"
Now it was Ron's eyes that got wide. "Are you bloody INSANE?"
"Yes. Yes, he is," Hermione agreed.
Harry grinned.
~~~
Charms was a very enjoyable class that day, as Professor Flitwick told them that Dumbledore was giving them a Hogsmeade Wednesday again.
"Brilliant," said Harry, "Absolutely brilliant. We can get Ron and Hermione so good with this . . ."
Draco nodded, and the two of them began writing notes to each other since Flitwick was going on about some charm and they needed to be quiet.
However, in the desks in front of them, Hermione and Ron were doing the exact same thing.
~So Ron~ Hermione wrote, ~What can we do to get back at them?~
~Ummmm~ Ron wrote back, and he looked thoughtful for awhile. ~Hard to tell. They've already snogged in front of the common room, gone on dates, and worn dresses. What more could they do? And don't you DARE suggest what I know you're going to suggest!!~
Hermione grinned. ~You're such a pervert Ron, I wasn't even thinking about that!~
~Oh, you so were! I could tell~
~Write a bit neater, I couldn't read that~ Hermione grinned innocently.
Ron glared at her.
Behind them, Draco wrote to Harry ~You know, Ron acts just like I did!~
~You just noticed?~ Harry looked innocent, and Draco glared. ~And you still do act like that~
~I do not!~
~And you whine a lot too~
~Tell me, how can one whine whilst WRITING?~
~I don't know for sure~ The grin on Harry's face made Draco glare even more ~But you're obviously doing it. It really doesn't fit your image to whine~
~I am NOT whining~
Harry gave Draco a look that plainly said, 'Need I even say it?'
In front of them, Ron had just read an idea Hermione had wrote down. He chewed thoughtfully at the top of his sugar quill, and then wrote ~Are you sure that's not a bit, um, mean?~
~How many times must I tell you~ Hermione wrote quickly ~This is war!~
~I know, I know, you've told me eleven bloody times in the past TEN minutes~
~That's not true!~
~You're right; it was in five minutes~ Ron grinned smugly at Hermione, who glared.
~Whatever~
Ron paused a moment, and then finally wrote ~So then, I guess we'll do your plan. I swear, it's quite mean tho~
~Ron, this is wa-~ Ron pushed Hermione's quill off the paper and gave her a 'I KNOW!' look. He rolled his eyes, and Hermione could practically hear him thinking, 'She's bloody insane.'
~You'll enjoy doing this and you know it~ Ron could imagine the smug tone of voice Hermione would use could she talk. He was about to write something to her when the bell rang for the end of class, and Professor Flitwick called out, "No homework tonight, and I hope you all took as extensive notes as did Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy did!"
The four of them waited until they were safely out of the classroom before laughing at that.
~~~
At lunch, there were still quite a few glares between Hermione and Ron, but they seemed to have been toned down slightly.
"Can't wait til tomorrow, can you guys?" Hermione said sweetly. Harry and Draco (sitting in Draco's ever favorite position, although this time both of his legs were over Harry's lap) exchanged looks - Hermione was only like this when she felt she was one up on something.
"I suspect you'll be going out together?" Ron said.
"Well, not right away!" Harry said, "We're going to stay with you guys first . . . but if you two want your privacy to snog, I understand . . ."
Hermione glared at Harry. Ron did too. Not to be undone, Draco did as well. Harry groaned.
~~~
Arithmacy passed quickly by and before they knew it, dinner was over and they had to wait several hours before they could go to the Astrology Tower for Astrology.
However, unlike the usual arrangement, Harry was talking to Hermione. Draco was reading a book and Ron was playing Seamus in wizards chess (Every now or then there would be a loud 'ah-ha!' or 'I have you now!').
"So. Just what ARE you going to do to us then, tomorrow?" Harry asked Hermione in an overly polite tone.
"Oh, nothing," Hermione's casual tone meant, Harry knew, that it indeed was something. So he calmly stared at her.
"You do not want to know what I'll do to you if you don't tell me," Harry said simply.
"Oh, you'll HAVE to come up with better threats that that."
Harry held out the disc, which was clearly labeled 'Hermione/1 and Ron/1'.
Hermione's eyes widened for the countless time that day. "How . . . no, why . . . I mean . . ." Hermione faltered and then ventured to ask, "So, it's labeled one. I assume it's our dreams. Does that mean there will be . . . more?"
"What do you think?" Harry grinned at Hermione. "Oh come on, you know what I mean."
Hermione glared.
"I will not tell you, Harry Potter, and if you show that video, I'll be forced to show *this* video," Hermione, with an evil glint in her eye, pulled out a disc.
Harry did not move, and his voice showed no signs of fear - however, his eyes got, ever so slightly, larger. "What, pray tell, is on that disc?"
"You know very well what is on this disc. Think. Fang."
Harry now went a bit white, and made a small squeaking noise. He glared, stared, sighed, and finally said, "Fine. But you haven't won yet." Hermione simply smiled at him.
With a final glare to Hermione (who smiled smugly before walking over to see if Ron was winning), Harry crossed the common room and sat down on Draco's lap.
"Hey," he said, "So I talked to Hermione and . . ."
"And what?" Draco said, lying his book on the nearby table, and shifting around a little so that he could lean back and Harry could too.
"Well, Hermione has another disc. Do you remember how I woke up last night?" Harry looked at Draco in mock anger.
"Ah, right. I cast that spell on you, just to see what it would do! So, did you dream about me?" Draco asked, looking excited that his spell worked.
"Yes. I did." Harry said simply. "And Hermione recorded it."
"No kidding?" Draco paused, "But what's so bad about that?"
"It means that this is no good," Harry sighed as he held up their disc. "Hermione won't tell me what they're going to do to us tomorrow."
"Well, we'll just have to get them right back, then," Draco said.
They sat there for a little bit, simply enjoying sitting there, before Harry stood up. "I think I'll get some sleep before we have to go to Astrology." He mock glared. "You'd better not do anything to my sleep tonight." He said, and then, as he turned around, he said over his shoulder, "At least, don't let me know if you do."
Draco sat in the chair and smiled. 'My first target is still always you. Glad you remembered.'
~~~
Harry got a good sleep, before Draco woke him up thirty minutes before class started.
"Ohhhh," he pouted, pulling off his pajama's and putting on his Hogwarts robes, "I was having the most amazing dream. Something about Potions class, and then . . . " Harry trailed off, blushing a little.
Draco grinned broadly. "And I didn't even need to use a spell on you!"
Harry scowled as he attempted to comb his hair, failed, and finally just smoothed it down a little. Draco grinned a little again. "You know, I could help you with your hair."
"I'm afraid I don't have enough money for all that hair gel."
"Yet you have enough money to buy all those discs from Hermione?"
"Well, that was a special case."
"And I'm not?"
"You're not involved with this, my hair is. Leave yourself out of this!"
"That's defiantly *not* one of your smarter lines."
"Oh, go screw yourself."
"No, I'd rather screw you."
"We're going to be late."
"Don't change the topic, or are you scared then?"
"Feh."
Grinning yet again, Draco pulled Harry out of the room where they met up with Hermione and Ron and made their way to the tower.
~~~
~So Harry, what are we going to do to Ron and Hermione?~
~Well, I thought you would have a plan . . .~
~Feh. Expect me to do everything? No, don't worry, I'm not mad. Oh, here comes Professor.~
"So you see how the moon is in alignment with Mars and Jupiter and Neptune tonight?" said the Professor as she strolled up and down the rows of students. Harry waited until she was over towards the other side of the room before writing back.
~Well, I s'pose until we figure out what Ron and Hermione are going to do to us. . .~
~Why don't we, oh, I don't know, make them 'accidentally' win a date with each other or something?~
~Oh, muggles do that all the times - 'You're the 1 millionth customer . . . you win . . .' It's amusing, really.~
~Yeah, d'you think we could get something like that to work out?~ Draco looked at Harry, and shrugged. Harry shrugged back.
~Not in the time we have. . . however . . .~
They paused again in their writing as the teacher gave them a rather patronizing look, and they decided they should pay attention for awhile.
However, not less than five minutes later, while her back was turned, Harry's quill was busy again.
~Maybe we could set something up with a shop during our date, find Mione and Ron, and then send them there~
~It would have to be believable tho~ Draco chewed thoughtfully on his quill, reminding Harry of Ron for a moment. Draco (though he would never admit it) always carried a sugar quill around.
~Not Honeydukes, or the Three- well, maybe the Three Broomsticks. Zonko's seems like a place that would have prizes like that . . .~ Harry wrote quickly, and then pretended to be concentrating on the relationship between Jupiter and Pluto and why that meant there was to be a solar eclipse in so many days.
When he looked back down, Draco had answered him.
~I say, lets think on it. By the way, will you tell me about this dream you had earlier today?~
Harry was glad that it was rather dark, for his blushed quite red for a moment before he answered ~Not here. Maybe later.~
~Ok. You'd better~ Harry could feel the threat in the words, and it almost made him laugh out loud. Luckily, he stopped himself in time, and all that came out was a muffled cough.
"Bless you," Draco said, managing to keep a straight face.
~~~
Hehehehe, more tomorrow, or as homework lets me. Not that it's ever stopped me before. (Hands out complementary fruitcakes to everyone whose read this story) They make great paperweights! And also, hammers. And sometimes even good clubs when your siblings just won't shut up. =p
Oh, and sorry so short. Believe me, this potions dream is going places. Heh heh heh
Just wanted to make sure I wasn't confuzzling anyone! ^^
"Give it up Ron, you owe me ten galleons!" Hermione said crossly as she sat down at breakfast. Ron glared at her too.
"If there's ANY indication over what kind dreams they had last night, well, here it is," Draco whispered to Harry, nibbling on his ear a bit before he shifted his weight across Harry (he was sitting with a leg over Harry's lap again) and eating a bit of breakfast.
"Agreed," grinned Harry. "Tuesday, isn't it? What classes do we have today?"
Draco shrugged as he looked at the list of classes, which seemed to be different every week. "Oh, astrology today. And Charms. And also, Arithmacy."
Hearing this, Hermione perked up, "Oh, good, I love Arithmacy!" Ron glared at her for no apparent reason, and suddenly Harry was struck with a thought.
"Hermione, did Draco and I used to act like that?" he asked, grinning at Draco.
"Act like what?" Hermione sounded puzzled. Draco pointed to Ron, and Harry pointed to her. "Oh! You mean like how Ron is being a total snot to me right now? Yeah, you two acted like that. All the bloody time. In the end, it just proved how much you two like each other."
Harry grinned evilly. "So, when Ron is like that to you, and you to him, that means you like him and he likes you?"
Hermione's eyes got wide. Shot down by her own logic; it was harsh.
"You two could come on a double date with us," Draco added. "Harry and I'll both wear our dresses and Ron could pretend he was showing us around town!"
Now it was Ron's eyes that got wide. "Are you bloody INSANE?"
"Yes. Yes, he is," Hermione agreed.
Harry grinned.
~~~
Charms was a very enjoyable class that day, as Professor Flitwick told them that Dumbledore was giving them a Hogsmeade Wednesday again.
"Brilliant," said Harry, "Absolutely brilliant. We can get Ron and Hermione so good with this . . ."
Draco nodded, and the two of them began writing notes to each other since Flitwick was going on about some charm and they needed to be quiet.
However, in the desks in front of them, Hermione and Ron were doing the exact same thing.
~So Ron~ Hermione wrote, ~What can we do to get back at them?~
~Ummmm~ Ron wrote back, and he looked thoughtful for awhile. ~Hard to tell. They've already snogged in front of the common room, gone on dates, and worn dresses. What more could they do? And don't you DARE suggest what I know you're going to suggest!!~
Hermione grinned. ~You're such a pervert Ron, I wasn't even thinking about that!~
~Oh, you so were! I could tell~
~Write a bit neater, I couldn't read that~ Hermione grinned innocently.
Ron glared at her.
Behind them, Draco wrote to Harry ~You know, Ron acts just like I did!~
~You just noticed?~ Harry looked innocent, and Draco glared. ~And you still do act like that~
~I do not!~
~And you whine a lot too~
~Tell me, how can one whine whilst WRITING?~
~I don't know for sure~ The grin on Harry's face made Draco glare even more ~But you're obviously doing it. It really doesn't fit your image to whine~
~I am NOT whining~
Harry gave Draco a look that plainly said, 'Need I even say it?'
In front of them, Ron had just read an idea Hermione had wrote down. He chewed thoughtfully at the top of his sugar quill, and then wrote ~Are you sure that's not a bit, um, mean?~
~How many times must I tell you~ Hermione wrote quickly ~This is war!~
~I know, I know, you've told me eleven bloody times in the past TEN minutes~
~That's not true!~
~You're right; it was in five minutes~ Ron grinned smugly at Hermione, who glared.
~Whatever~
Ron paused a moment, and then finally wrote ~So then, I guess we'll do your plan. I swear, it's quite mean tho~
~Ron, this is wa-~ Ron pushed Hermione's quill off the paper and gave her a 'I KNOW!' look. He rolled his eyes, and Hermione could practically hear him thinking, 'She's bloody insane.'
~You'll enjoy doing this and you know it~ Ron could imagine the smug tone of voice Hermione would use could she talk. He was about to write something to her when the bell rang for the end of class, and Professor Flitwick called out, "No homework tonight, and I hope you all took as extensive notes as did Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy did!"
The four of them waited until they were safely out of the classroom before laughing at that.
~~~
At lunch, there were still quite a few glares between Hermione and Ron, but they seemed to have been toned down slightly.
"Can't wait til tomorrow, can you guys?" Hermione said sweetly. Harry and Draco (sitting in Draco's ever favorite position, although this time both of his legs were over Harry's lap) exchanged looks - Hermione was only like this when she felt she was one up on something.
"I suspect you'll be going out together?" Ron said.
"Well, not right away!" Harry said, "We're going to stay with you guys first . . . but if you two want your privacy to snog, I understand . . ."
Hermione glared at Harry. Ron did too. Not to be undone, Draco did as well. Harry groaned.
~~~
Arithmacy passed quickly by and before they knew it, dinner was over and they had to wait several hours before they could go to the Astrology Tower for Astrology.
However, unlike the usual arrangement, Harry was talking to Hermione. Draco was reading a book and Ron was playing Seamus in wizards chess (Every now or then there would be a loud 'ah-ha!' or 'I have you now!').
"So. Just what ARE you going to do to us then, tomorrow?" Harry asked Hermione in an overly polite tone.
"Oh, nothing," Hermione's casual tone meant, Harry knew, that it indeed was something. So he calmly stared at her.
"You do not want to know what I'll do to you if you don't tell me," Harry said simply.
"Oh, you'll HAVE to come up with better threats that that."
Harry held out the disc, which was clearly labeled 'Hermione/1 and Ron/1'.
Hermione's eyes widened for the countless time that day. "How . . . no, why . . . I mean . . ." Hermione faltered and then ventured to ask, "So, it's labeled one. I assume it's our dreams. Does that mean there will be . . . more?"
"What do you think?" Harry grinned at Hermione. "Oh come on, you know what I mean."
Hermione glared.
"I will not tell you, Harry Potter, and if you show that video, I'll be forced to show *this* video," Hermione, with an evil glint in her eye, pulled out a disc.
Harry did not move, and his voice showed no signs of fear - however, his eyes got, ever so slightly, larger. "What, pray tell, is on that disc?"
"You know very well what is on this disc. Think. Fang."
Harry now went a bit white, and made a small squeaking noise. He glared, stared, sighed, and finally said, "Fine. But you haven't won yet." Hermione simply smiled at him.
With a final glare to Hermione (who smiled smugly before walking over to see if Ron was winning), Harry crossed the common room and sat down on Draco's lap.
"Hey," he said, "So I talked to Hermione and . . ."
"And what?" Draco said, lying his book on the nearby table, and shifting around a little so that he could lean back and Harry could too.
"Well, Hermione has another disc. Do you remember how I woke up last night?" Harry looked at Draco in mock anger.
"Ah, right. I cast that spell on you, just to see what it would do! So, did you dream about me?" Draco asked, looking excited that his spell worked.
"Yes. I did." Harry said simply. "And Hermione recorded it."
"No kidding?" Draco paused, "But what's so bad about that?"
"It means that this is no good," Harry sighed as he held up their disc. "Hermione won't tell me what they're going to do to us tomorrow."
"Well, we'll just have to get them right back, then," Draco said.
They sat there for a little bit, simply enjoying sitting there, before Harry stood up. "I think I'll get some sleep before we have to go to Astrology." He mock glared. "You'd better not do anything to my sleep tonight." He said, and then, as he turned around, he said over his shoulder, "At least, don't let me know if you do."
Draco sat in the chair and smiled. 'My first target is still always you. Glad you remembered.'
~~~
Harry got a good sleep, before Draco woke him up thirty minutes before class started.
"Ohhhh," he pouted, pulling off his pajama's and putting on his Hogwarts robes, "I was having the most amazing dream. Something about Potions class, and then . . . " Harry trailed off, blushing a little.
Draco grinned broadly. "And I didn't even need to use a spell on you!"
Harry scowled as he attempted to comb his hair, failed, and finally just smoothed it down a little. Draco grinned a little again. "You know, I could help you with your hair."
"I'm afraid I don't have enough money for all that hair gel."
"Yet you have enough money to buy all those discs from Hermione?"
"Well, that was a special case."
"And I'm not?"
"You're not involved with this, my hair is. Leave yourself out of this!"
"That's defiantly *not* one of your smarter lines."
"Oh, go screw yourself."
"No, I'd rather screw you."
"We're going to be late."
"Don't change the topic, or are you scared then?"
"Feh."
Grinning yet again, Draco pulled Harry out of the room where they met up with Hermione and Ron and made their way to the tower.
~~~
~So Harry, what are we going to do to Ron and Hermione?~
~Well, I thought you would have a plan . . .~
~Feh. Expect me to do everything? No, don't worry, I'm not mad. Oh, here comes Professor.~
"So you see how the moon is in alignment with Mars and Jupiter and Neptune tonight?" said the Professor as she strolled up and down the rows of students. Harry waited until she was over towards the other side of the room before writing back.
~Well, I s'pose until we figure out what Ron and Hermione are going to do to us. . .~
~Why don't we, oh, I don't know, make them 'accidentally' win a date with each other or something?~
~Oh, muggles do that all the times - 'You're the 1 millionth customer . . . you win . . .' It's amusing, really.~
~Yeah, d'you think we could get something like that to work out?~ Draco looked at Harry, and shrugged. Harry shrugged back.
~Not in the time we have. . . however . . .~
They paused again in their writing as the teacher gave them a rather patronizing look, and they decided they should pay attention for awhile.
However, not less than five minutes later, while her back was turned, Harry's quill was busy again.
~Maybe we could set something up with a shop during our date, find Mione and Ron, and then send them there~
~It would have to be believable tho~ Draco chewed thoughtfully on his quill, reminding Harry of Ron for a moment. Draco (though he would never admit it) always carried a sugar quill around.
~Not Honeydukes, or the Three- well, maybe the Three Broomsticks. Zonko's seems like a place that would have prizes like that . . .~ Harry wrote quickly, and then pretended to be concentrating on the relationship between Jupiter and Pluto and why that meant there was to be a solar eclipse in so many days.
When he looked back down, Draco had answered him.
~I say, lets think on it. By the way, will you tell me about this dream you had earlier today?~
Harry was glad that it was rather dark, for his blushed quite red for a moment before he answered ~Not here. Maybe later.~
~Ok. You'd better~ Harry could feel the threat in the words, and it almost made him laugh out loud. Luckily, he stopped himself in time, and all that came out was a muffled cough.
"Bless you," Draco said, managing to keep a straight face.
~~~
Hehehehe, more tomorrow, or as homework lets me. Not that it's ever stopped me before. (Hands out complementary fruitcakes to everyone whose read this story) They make great paperweights! And also, hammers. And sometimes even good clubs when your siblings just won't shut up. =p
Oh, and sorry so short. Believe me, this potions dream is going places. Heh heh heh