"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Hermione screamed, worry etching her features.
Harry looked around the room, avoiding Hermione's face. "Where have you been?" She asked, her anger fading to sheer worry.
"Out," he replied flatly.
Ron looked furious. "Out? Is that all you have to say to us after what you put us through?"
Hermione cut him off "After the dream, you just... vanished. It scared us. It really did."
Harry turned, and ran up to the dorms.
When Ron came upstairs, Harry's curtains were closed. Ron tried to open them, but there had been a locking charm placed on them. Ron sighed, and turned to go to bed. Maybe Harry would feel better in the morning. And maybe they'd get some answers.
~*~
Draco felt it was off: His mother's letter was not like her usually cold self. It was warm. And motherly. She must be putting on an act. An act? For who? And why? He didn't understand, and was becoming increasingly distracted by Potter's odd behavior.
"Draco," Blaise Zabini called from the corner of the room.
"Yes?" Draco answered coolly. Blaise had interrupted him. He didn't like that. And Blaise could tell.
"Just, Um... Just wanted to say Good luck, y'know? For the match tomorrow..." He turned, and left the room quickly. He reminded Draco of a scared puppy.
Draco walked coolly, and casually into the Potions room, but his nonchalant demeanor glitched slightly. The only empty seat in the class was next to Potter. Great, He thought, This will be fun. About as much fun as being forced to sit in the same room with Granger.
~*~
Harry watched as Malfoy entered the room, calm and elegant. Harry suddenly realized that the only empty seat in the class was next to him. Malfoy walked over silently and seated himself right beside Harry, calm and unruffled. Just bloody great, Harry thought. He was still happy, but slightly put off. He was looking forward to smearing Malfoy in Quidditch tomorrow, but even that little bit of happiness faded when Snape entered the room.
He immediately started pairing them up. "Malfoy, Potter; Granger, Parkinson; Weasley, Goyle," he continued like this until the entire class was paired up. Neville whimpered. He'd been paired with Millicent Bulstrode. Again.
They made it out of potions class, only losing 30 points due to Neville causing his cauldron to overflow, freezing his, 6 other cauldrons, and the floor around him. Snape fumed, but seemed less inclined to deduct points for some reason, which Harry found extremely strange.
~*~
Draco slept well that night, but when morning came, he was worried sick. He was notified that his father was coming to the match today. Automatically, Draco knew Lucius had something planned. For whom, and what it was escaped Draco. He had a sneaking suspicion it was something bad. And he suspected it was for Potter.
~*~
Harry walked out onto the Quidditch field, scarlet robes whipping around him because of the high wind. He walked towards the center of the field gripping his Firebolt and hoping against all hope that this wind wouldn't throw him off track.
He looked up in the stands, eyes immediately falling on Ron and Hermione, who were waving frantically. He saw Dennis Creevy taking snapshots and calling out to him, and he saw the teachers.
Something in the stands made his blood run cold. Lucius Malfoy was seated in the stands beside Snape looking vicious. The last time Harry had seen him at a Quidditch match was in his second year, when Draco had first played. Something wasn't right here. Harry decided that with this wind and visibility, and Lucius Malfoy watching from the stands like a hawk, that he had better be careful.
Harry looked around the room, avoiding Hermione's face. "Where have you been?" She asked, her anger fading to sheer worry.
"Out," he replied flatly.
Ron looked furious. "Out? Is that all you have to say to us after what you put us through?"
Hermione cut him off "After the dream, you just... vanished. It scared us. It really did."
Harry turned, and ran up to the dorms.
When Ron came upstairs, Harry's curtains were closed. Ron tried to open them, but there had been a locking charm placed on them. Ron sighed, and turned to go to bed. Maybe Harry would feel better in the morning. And maybe they'd get some answers.
~*~
Draco felt it was off: His mother's letter was not like her usually cold self. It was warm. And motherly. She must be putting on an act. An act? For who? And why? He didn't understand, and was becoming increasingly distracted by Potter's odd behavior.
"Draco," Blaise Zabini called from the corner of the room.
"Yes?" Draco answered coolly. Blaise had interrupted him. He didn't like that. And Blaise could tell.
"Just, Um... Just wanted to say Good luck, y'know? For the match tomorrow..." He turned, and left the room quickly. He reminded Draco of a scared puppy.
Draco walked coolly, and casually into the Potions room, but his nonchalant demeanor glitched slightly. The only empty seat in the class was next to Potter. Great, He thought, This will be fun. About as much fun as being forced to sit in the same room with Granger.
~*~
Harry watched as Malfoy entered the room, calm and elegant. Harry suddenly realized that the only empty seat in the class was next to him. Malfoy walked over silently and seated himself right beside Harry, calm and unruffled. Just bloody great, Harry thought. He was still happy, but slightly put off. He was looking forward to smearing Malfoy in Quidditch tomorrow, but even that little bit of happiness faded when Snape entered the room.
He immediately started pairing them up. "Malfoy, Potter; Granger, Parkinson; Weasley, Goyle," he continued like this until the entire class was paired up. Neville whimpered. He'd been paired with Millicent Bulstrode. Again.
They made it out of potions class, only losing 30 points due to Neville causing his cauldron to overflow, freezing his, 6 other cauldrons, and the floor around him. Snape fumed, but seemed less inclined to deduct points for some reason, which Harry found extremely strange.
~*~
Draco slept well that night, but when morning came, he was worried sick. He was notified that his father was coming to the match today. Automatically, Draco knew Lucius had something planned. For whom, and what it was escaped Draco. He had a sneaking suspicion it was something bad. And he suspected it was for Potter.
~*~
Harry walked out onto the Quidditch field, scarlet robes whipping around him because of the high wind. He walked towards the center of the field gripping his Firebolt and hoping against all hope that this wind wouldn't throw him off track.
He looked up in the stands, eyes immediately falling on Ron and Hermione, who were waving frantically. He saw Dennis Creevy taking snapshots and calling out to him, and he saw the teachers.
Something in the stands made his blood run cold. Lucius Malfoy was seated in the stands beside Snape looking vicious. The last time Harry had seen him at a Quidditch match was in his second year, when Draco had first played. Something wasn't right here. Harry decided that with this wind and visibility, and Lucius Malfoy watching from the stands like a hawk, that he had better be careful.