A/N: Whoa, I'm back again! Who missed me? I just saw "harry potter and the chamber of secrets" today! May I suggest that you all see it!!! Here's chapter four, so don't bite my head off!
Disclaimer: Warning! This story and its entire plot are purely mine! So hands off!!! :Grins like a maniac: But the characters are JK Rowling's and she owns them. :hands JK her characters back:
Chapter 4: Deny everything
Draco Malfoy sat quietly in the Slytherin Common Room quietly reading a book by the warm fireplace. There was luckily no other soul in the room at the moment and Draco could relax in peace.
The Slytherin sat serenely in one of the overstuffed green leather chairs reading The Life and Times of Keaton Rigby. This was a book about a wizard detective who was tracking down sinister wizards who killed anyone who got into their way and so far this was Draco's favorite book.
"That Keaton always seems to solve the crime," mused Malfoy to himself.
He was just getting to the good part when the door of the common room flew open. Draco looked from behind his book only to see an angry Montague standing in the doorway.
"Malfoy," Montague growled.
Draco rolled his eyes and put down his book. Ever since Montague took over for Flint, he started putting the team through extreme training.
"What?" Draco asked annoyed.
"You were supposed to be down at practice half an hour ago. But here I find you instead," Montague said angrily. He from Draco to the book he was reading and rolled his eyes. "Not to mention, reading."
Malfoy snorted and pulled his book up to his face. "I don't feel like going to practice today."
Montague walked over to the chair the blond was sitting in and pulled down Draco's book. His aqua colored eyes stared into Draco's silver ones.
"Listen here, Malfoy," he started. "You may have a wealthy father who Flint saw as an asset to the team but, now that I'm captain I am not afraid to replace you. Am I clear?"
Draco stared back expressionless and replied "Crystal."
Montague shot the seeker one last look and turned his back to start out the door.
"Don't miss another practice again," he warned then headed out the door.
Malfoy threw down his book and started off to bed. Today had been one long day.
The next day the blond Slytherin found himself being squeezed to death by Pansy Parkinson at lunch. Draco sneered as she held on to arm, beaming from head to toe.
"Draco, you know that Hogsmeade is having a Fall Festival next week! There's going to be all kind of stuff like candy and toys! They're even having a dance!" Pansy cooed stupidly. She then lifted her pug face up to look at Malfoy. "Aren't you going to ask me to go with you?"
Trying not to spit out the pumpkin juice he was drinking, Draco turned his head and attempted to swallow. He gasped and snickered at Pansy.
"Why don't you take York?"
York, who was sitting across from Draco and Pansy, burst out into laughter.
"Me, take Pug Face?" he howled. "I don't think animals are allowed to attend!"
Pansy glowered at him and turned to Malfoy to defend her but Draco merely looked at his watch and pointed out that they had Potions next. He then gathered up his things and headed out the hall just as York broke out into the song "Who Let the Dogs Out".
"Today class, we are going to start the Nigonus Potion," Professor Snape spoke to the class. "Can any of you, which I highly doubt, tell me what it does?"
As usual, Hermione's hand shot up into the air with great speed. Draco rolled his eyes at her. Sanpe pointedly ignored the brainy Gryffindor and wandered his eyes over the room till they fell on Harry.
"Mister Potter," hissed Snape. "Perhaps you can tell the class?"
The grey-eyed boy smiled upon hearing Harry's name be called and turned to face the Boy Who Lived who sat uncomfortably under Snape's black eyes.
"I..dunno, Sir," Harry said quietly.
Snape's face grew into a smile and he shook his head. "For your information, Potter, the Nigonus Potion is used to heal the burns caused by Dragons. It's quite easy, I'd thought you would have known this since your 1st year. Ten points from Gryffindor."
Harry started to object but was beaten by none other than Draco Malfoy.
"That's not fair!" Draco screamed out.
Snape spun around with a look of confusion on his face. "Mr. Malfoy is there a problem?"
The whole class was staring with mouths agape and confused expressions on the faces. The most confused was Harry who sat there in utter disbelief.
Draco also sat confused. For some reason it felt like it wasn't him who was saying these things. It almost felt as if some force were replacing all his bitterness towards Potter and replacing it with kind remarks. What's going on with me, wondered Malfoy to himself. He then looked up at Snape and began to search for an answer.
"Uh, I ..I'm not feeling to well. Can I go to the hospital wing?" Draco lied as his face grew red.
Professor Snape stood puzzled for a moment then agreed to let Draco go. As Malfoy started to go out the door he couldn't help notice that Harry kept a close watch on him.
"You know, I don't really think you're sick," stated Madam Pomfrey as she took the thermometer from Draco's mouth. She looked at the thermometer and shook her head. "Just as I thought, ninety-eight point six."
Draco scowled and leaned back into the white fluffy pillows. "Well then, I'm stressed."
Madam Pomfrey frowned in disapproval and gathered up the thermometer.
"Very well then, but tomorrow you will get dismissed to go back to your classes," she said very matter of factly.
Draco said nothing and Pomfrey left the room. He lay in his bed and ran his hand through his pale blonde hair nervously. The scene down in potions had really troubled him all afternoon. Everytime he was near Potter he had the urge to sputter out nice things. First at the lake and now at Potions. It wouldn't have really mattered if it were anyone else but this was Potter. Harry Potter.
"Why couldn't this world be bloody free of Harry Potter?" Draco asked himself.
"I don't know. I always thought the same of you," a voice called out from the doorway.
Malfoy shot up only to see Harry standing at the doorway nervously with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing regular muggle clothing consisting of jeans and a bottle green sweater. He looked uncertain at Draco.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" asked Malfoy. He watched as Harry approached him and sat down in a vacant chair by the bed.
"I just came to check on you," Harry said softly. "You said you weren't feeling well in Potions."
Draco nervously ran his hand through his hair once more looking away from Harry.
"Yeah, well, I'm not," the rival of Harry Potter said. The Slytherin then faced Harry and stared at him.
Harry looked back at him and neither said anything for a moment. Harry then got out of his chair and paced the room.
Malfoy watched him then broke the silence. "Why are you really here, Potter?"
Harry stopped in his tracks and folded his arms as he faced Draco.
" Were you really standing up for me back there in class?" asked Harry intesnely.
Malfoy suddenly became overwhelmed by that strange feeling again but fought to contain it.
"Me? Stand up for you? In your dreams, Potter! I'd never do that for you!" Malfoy laughed. He watched as Harry's face grew hot with embarrassment.
"If that's what you came up here to ask, you've wasted your time!" Draco mocked.
Harry stared at the pale haired boy with hurt and walked out the room leaving Draco all alone.
Malfoy's smile disappeared from his face and he buried his head in the downy pillows. If he was going to survive the trick was to deny everything.
A/N: The Plot Thickens!! Please read and respond.
Disclaimer: Warning! This story and its entire plot are purely mine! So hands off!!! :Grins like a maniac: But the characters are JK Rowling's and she owns them. :hands JK her characters back:
Chapter 4: Deny everything
Draco Malfoy sat quietly in the Slytherin Common Room quietly reading a book by the warm fireplace. There was luckily no other soul in the room at the moment and Draco could relax in peace.
The Slytherin sat serenely in one of the overstuffed green leather chairs reading The Life and Times of Keaton Rigby. This was a book about a wizard detective who was tracking down sinister wizards who killed anyone who got into their way and so far this was Draco's favorite book.
"That Keaton always seems to solve the crime," mused Malfoy to himself.
He was just getting to the good part when the door of the common room flew open. Draco looked from behind his book only to see an angry Montague standing in the doorway.
"Malfoy," Montague growled.
Draco rolled his eyes and put down his book. Ever since Montague took over for Flint, he started putting the team through extreme training.
"What?" Draco asked annoyed.
"You were supposed to be down at practice half an hour ago. But here I find you instead," Montague said angrily. He from Draco to the book he was reading and rolled his eyes. "Not to mention, reading."
Malfoy snorted and pulled his book up to his face. "I don't feel like going to practice today."
Montague walked over to the chair the blond was sitting in and pulled down Draco's book. His aqua colored eyes stared into Draco's silver ones.
"Listen here, Malfoy," he started. "You may have a wealthy father who Flint saw as an asset to the team but, now that I'm captain I am not afraid to replace you. Am I clear?"
Draco stared back expressionless and replied "Crystal."
Montague shot the seeker one last look and turned his back to start out the door.
"Don't miss another practice again," he warned then headed out the door.
Malfoy threw down his book and started off to bed. Today had been one long day.
The next day the blond Slytherin found himself being squeezed to death by Pansy Parkinson at lunch. Draco sneered as she held on to arm, beaming from head to toe.
"Draco, you know that Hogsmeade is having a Fall Festival next week! There's going to be all kind of stuff like candy and toys! They're even having a dance!" Pansy cooed stupidly. She then lifted her pug face up to look at Malfoy. "Aren't you going to ask me to go with you?"
Trying not to spit out the pumpkin juice he was drinking, Draco turned his head and attempted to swallow. He gasped and snickered at Pansy.
"Why don't you take York?"
York, who was sitting across from Draco and Pansy, burst out into laughter.
"Me, take Pug Face?" he howled. "I don't think animals are allowed to attend!"
Pansy glowered at him and turned to Malfoy to defend her but Draco merely looked at his watch and pointed out that they had Potions next. He then gathered up his things and headed out the hall just as York broke out into the song "Who Let the Dogs Out".
"Today class, we are going to start the Nigonus Potion," Professor Snape spoke to the class. "Can any of you, which I highly doubt, tell me what it does?"
As usual, Hermione's hand shot up into the air with great speed. Draco rolled his eyes at her. Sanpe pointedly ignored the brainy Gryffindor and wandered his eyes over the room till they fell on Harry.
"Mister Potter," hissed Snape. "Perhaps you can tell the class?"
The grey-eyed boy smiled upon hearing Harry's name be called and turned to face the Boy Who Lived who sat uncomfortably under Snape's black eyes.
"I..dunno, Sir," Harry said quietly.
Snape's face grew into a smile and he shook his head. "For your information, Potter, the Nigonus Potion is used to heal the burns caused by Dragons. It's quite easy, I'd thought you would have known this since your 1st year. Ten points from Gryffindor."
Harry started to object but was beaten by none other than Draco Malfoy.
"That's not fair!" Draco screamed out.
Snape spun around with a look of confusion on his face. "Mr. Malfoy is there a problem?"
The whole class was staring with mouths agape and confused expressions on the faces. The most confused was Harry who sat there in utter disbelief.
Draco also sat confused. For some reason it felt like it wasn't him who was saying these things. It almost felt as if some force were replacing all his bitterness towards Potter and replacing it with kind remarks. What's going on with me, wondered Malfoy to himself. He then looked up at Snape and began to search for an answer.
"Uh, I ..I'm not feeling to well. Can I go to the hospital wing?" Draco lied as his face grew red.
Professor Snape stood puzzled for a moment then agreed to let Draco go. As Malfoy started to go out the door he couldn't help notice that Harry kept a close watch on him.
"You know, I don't really think you're sick," stated Madam Pomfrey as she took the thermometer from Draco's mouth. She looked at the thermometer and shook her head. "Just as I thought, ninety-eight point six."
Draco scowled and leaned back into the white fluffy pillows. "Well then, I'm stressed."
Madam Pomfrey frowned in disapproval and gathered up the thermometer.
"Very well then, but tomorrow you will get dismissed to go back to your classes," she said very matter of factly.
Draco said nothing and Pomfrey left the room. He lay in his bed and ran his hand through his pale blonde hair nervously. The scene down in potions had really troubled him all afternoon. Everytime he was near Potter he had the urge to sputter out nice things. First at the lake and now at Potions. It wouldn't have really mattered if it were anyone else but this was Potter. Harry Potter.
"Why couldn't this world be bloody free of Harry Potter?" Draco asked himself.
"I don't know. I always thought the same of you," a voice called out from the doorway.
Malfoy shot up only to see Harry standing at the doorway nervously with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing regular muggle clothing consisting of jeans and a bottle green sweater. He looked uncertain at Draco.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" asked Malfoy. He watched as Harry approached him and sat down in a vacant chair by the bed.
"I just came to check on you," Harry said softly. "You said you weren't feeling well in Potions."
Draco nervously ran his hand through his hair once more looking away from Harry.
"Yeah, well, I'm not," the rival of Harry Potter said. The Slytherin then faced Harry and stared at him.
Harry looked back at him and neither said anything for a moment. Harry then got out of his chair and paced the room.
Malfoy watched him then broke the silence. "Why are you really here, Potter?"
Harry stopped in his tracks and folded his arms as he faced Draco.
" Were you really standing up for me back there in class?" asked Harry intesnely.
Malfoy suddenly became overwhelmed by that strange feeling again but fought to contain it.
"Me? Stand up for you? In your dreams, Potter! I'd never do that for you!" Malfoy laughed. He watched as Harry's face grew hot with embarrassment.
"If that's what you came up here to ask, you've wasted your time!" Draco mocked.
Harry stared at the pale haired boy with hurt and walked out the room leaving Draco all alone.
Malfoy's smile disappeared from his face and he buried his head in the downy pillows. If he was going to survive the trick was to deny everything.
A/N: The Plot Thickens!! Please read and respond.