Sorry I didn't update yesterday! I was sick and wasn't allowed to use the
computer... Today's chapter is going to start melting the ice ( It should
be heating up very nicely soon.
Light hearted chatter soon turned grim as Harry, Ron and Hermione followed closely by their Gryffindor friends turned their path towards the dungeons. Potions was going to be an even more dreadful task today as the "solids" as they had been so fondly dubbed, had to mix their potions as well of the potions of their transparent counterparts. And all under the watchful eye of Professor Snape, so messing up on either potion was not an option. This quashed Ron's brilliant idea of putting faulty ingredients is Malfoy's cauldron.
As they filed down the ever narrowing corridors Harry, in the lead, saw Malfoy up ahead, leaning casually against a wall. Ever since Malfoy had had to depart his body, he had been in a rather nasty mood, and whatever he was up to it was certainly nothing good.
Harry strolled past him, trying to keep his eyes forward, but he found even with his admirable self control, they strayed slightly to the side. "Wonder if I might have a word with you, Potter. It's about today's lesson. I'm going to need help mixing my potion. You may do the work." He sneered.
"Is that so?" replied Harry. "Felling a little inadequate after that...unfortunate... accident?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes angrily. "It has its quirks, Potter." He said, suddenly shoving his transparent arm up to the elbow into Harry's stomach. Harry gasped, putting his hands to his abdomen. It felt like thousands of pins and needles. Harry and Draco glared daggers at each other, their faces barely inches apart.
"Oy! Feck off, you stupid prick!" Yelled Ron, coming up behind Harry. He chucked a book through Malfoy's head. Malfoy removed his hand, glaring at Ron. "Hope you can do better than that, Weasley." And with that he turned on his heel and stormed down the corridor.
"Harry! Are you alright?" exclaimed Hermione. She ran over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Harry was bent double, gasping as the tingling slowly receded from inside of him. "That...That..." Harry stuttered.
"I'll get 'im for you, Harry!" growled Ron angrily.
"No Ron! Don't go!" said Hermione crossly. "You'll only get yourself injured! Probably try and tackle him, then fall right on through! Even you should know it's stupid to attack someone you can't hurt."
"Where's his body? Lemme at 'im!"
"Roooon!" said Hermione stamping her foot. Will you please just let it go this time! You're alright, aren't you Harry?"
"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine." Said Harry standing up straight. He was angry, to be sure, but there was something else. He didn't have time to think about it before Hermione grabbed his and Ron's arms and pulled them into the classroom.
Draco pressed himself into the wall as they went past. He had hurt Harry very much. Part of him smiled, but part of his hadn't meant to take it that far. He raised an eyebrow. What was he thinking?
Light hearted chatter soon turned grim as Harry, Ron and Hermione followed closely by their Gryffindor friends turned their path towards the dungeons. Potions was going to be an even more dreadful task today as the "solids" as they had been so fondly dubbed, had to mix their potions as well of the potions of their transparent counterparts. And all under the watchful eye of Professor Snape, so messing up on either potion was not an option. This quashed Ron's brilliant idea of putting faulty ingredients is Malfoy's cauldron.
As they filed down the ever narrowing corridors Harry, in the lead, saw Malfoy up ahead, leaning casually against a wall. Ever since Malfoy had had to depart his body, he had been in a rather nasty mood, and whatever he was up to it was certainly nothing good.
Harry strolled past him, trying to keep his eyes forward, but he found even with his admirable self control, they strayed slightly to the side. "Wonder if I might have a word with you, Potter. It's about today's lesson. I'm going to need help mixing my potion. You may do the work." He sneered.
"Is that so?" replied Harry. "Felling a little inadequate after that...unfortunate... accident?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes angrily. "It has its quirks, Potter." He said, suddenly shoving his transparent arm up to the elbow into Harry's stomach. Harry gasped, putting his hands to his abdomen. It felt like thousands of pins and needles. Harry and Draco glared daggers at each other, their faces barely inches apart.
"Oy! Feck off, you stupid prick!" Yelled Ron, coming up behind Harry. He chucked a book through Malfoy's head. Malfoy removed his hand, glaring at Ron. "Hope you can do better than that, Weasley." And with that he turned on his heel and stormed down the corridor.
"Harry! Are you alright?" exclaimed Hermione. She ran over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Harry was bent double, gasping as the tingling slowly receded from inside of him. "That...That..." Harry stuttered.
"I'll get 'im for you, Harry!" growled Ron angrily.
"No Ron! Don't go!" said Hermione crossly. "You'll only get yourself injured! Probably try and tackle him, then fall right on through! Even you should know it's stupid to attack someone you can't hurt."
"Where's his body? Lemme at 'im!"
"Roooon!" said Hermione stamping her foot. Will you please just let it go this time! You're alright, aren't you Harry?"
"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine." Said Harry standing up straight. He was angry, to be sure, but there was something else. He didn't have time to think about it before Hermione grabbed his and Ron's arms and pulled them into the classroom.
Draco pressed himself into the wall as they went past. He had hurt Harry very much. Part of him smiled, but part of his hadn't meant to take it that far. He raised an eyebrow. What was he thinking?