Disclaimer: Don't sue me… blah blah blah…
Warnings: Implies Draco/Harry
A.N.: Reviews are art to my eyes! (Starry-eyed author)
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Tonic Mistake~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Harry Potter."
Draco's heartbeat suddenly went fast. He thought that he was going to die as he felt his heart getting stronger as though it wanted to burst. Why didn't he realize the voice when it first sounded? It was probably because he was too caught up thinking about Harry, he reasoned with himself.
Too caught up think about Harry? Since when did he begin to be a distraction in his life? So there were those times when he would stare at him so much that he didn't look where he was going and accidentally fall off the stairway. But that was when he wanted to kill him. This time… it was a bit different.
He heard the footsteps retreat and he inhaled a mouthful of air. He didn't even notice that he held his breath. Damn! What was wrong with him?
In your heart you know the answer, Draco!
A short and high-pitched giggling could be heard only in his head.
'Not you again…' he groaned. He needn't ask who that voice in his head was. He knew that it was IT again. Now he was sure that he was going mad.
Aw, come on! Cheer up! It giggled heartily. You should have seen yourself! Man! Did you ever freeze!
Draco stood up before he proceeded to answer his voice of reason… at least he thought it was his. It doesn't really matter for him. He considered himself mentally insane the moment that he started talking to this ridiculous voice of his.
My, goodness! I thought you were going to die of suffocation! I could just die of laughing right here!
Draco growled mentally. 'I knew it. You aren't my voice of reason. I knew that I didn't have one.'
The giggling didn't was still there and Draco waited until it was actually sensible enough to talk to again. Nope… Actually, he's still busy with Harry.
'Harry?'
Shoot! He's going to kill me! You did not hear that from me!
'Harry, eh?'
I'm sooo dead… Ta-ta!
The second after, his own voice was just echoing in his head. No mad, insane, crazy voice to tell him that he was in love with Harry Potter. He snorted at himself as he started walking. He didn't think that being in love was actually this maddening. Not that he was in love, of course. He only meant that if people, like that voice, were ever to get a gossip that he was in love and actually think that he was really falling, then he would practically die of humiliation. Or at least that's was he thought and encouraged to himself.
He walked steadily to the Slytherin Common Room and plopped himself down on one of its couch. It was time to do some serious thinking? Then all of a sudden a picture of Harry popped out of his head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Hey! Did you guys hear something?" Harry stood there and looked at the direction where the Slytherin Common Room is found.
Hermione arched an eyebrow while Ron just shrugged his shoulders. "No, Harry. We didn't anything. Are you sure that it wasn't just you're imagination?" Hermione asked.
"No," Harry shook his head, "I swore I heard something scream awhile ago."
"Don't worry about it, Harry." Ron said. "It was probably something that Neville just concocted."
That certainly made Harry take that scream out of his mind. He started walking again with the two when all of a sudden they were stopped by none other than Neville himself. Harry blinked at him.
"Were you concocting a potion awhile ago, Neville?" Harry asked with much curiosity.
Neville blinked a couple of times before answering. "No, why do you ask?"
Harry stared before shaking his head and smiling sheepishly. "Um… Don't worry about it."
"Okay…" Neville didn't seem to be very convinced to drop the subject but he had something very important to say to them. "I have some news from Oliver."
"Yes? Go on" Ron encouraged.
"Well… he said to meet him out in the field… You know, where they play Quidditch..."
"Why is that?" Harry asked remembering that they had a practice a little later that day. "Practice isn't until later." He checked his watch. "To be exact: We still have twenty minutes to spare. What's the rush?"
"He said that it's really important," he said. He turned to Hermione and Ron. "Very important he says." This got the two's, Ron and Hermione, attention.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to be a little early. Right, Harry?"
Something was up and Harry noticed that. They were acting pretty… tense for some reason but he decided to play along. "Sure. It's alright with me."
Neville went ahead with the trio following closely behind. "Anything you guys want to tell me?" Harry suddenly asked.
Ron nearly tripped as Hermione froze. "Hey, are you guys alright?"
"It's nothing, Harry." Hermione tried to keep her calm. "He probably has some news… about something."
After walking through the corridors and stairways, they reached their destination. Even before they entered the field, they were already greeted by Oliver.
"Hey! I'm glad you got here on time!" Oliver said, smiling but Harry noted that it was said quite frantically. "Harry! Hi!" Now it was said quite nervously.
"Hey, Oliver." Harry smiled. Silence. One could almost see the dust ball rolling in the scene.
"Um… Do you think I could talk to Hermione and Ron for a while?" Harry was shocked but he decided to let it be.
He left them and sat somewhere he was out of earshot. He checked his watch and saw that he had ten minutes before the next practice. He looked at the direction of his friends. They looked very overwrought.
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"What?!"
"Yeah…" Oliver eyed Neville and the other two. "I can't let Harry practice today!"
"But he'll be so devastated!" Ron countered.
"What's up anyway?" Hermione inquired.
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Yup. They look very tense and overwrought. He noted that. As he turned his attention to the footsteps that he heard come his way. He stared the figures that came to his direction. They were also carrying brooms. Quidditch Practice…? But they weren't his teammates…
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"WHAT?!" All three of them suddenly hollered.
"That's why! Please get him out of here!"
"Could you kindly tell that again, we don't believe that's quite possible. I thought you made sure!" Hermione groaned.
Oliver sighed. "Slytherins are having a practice today with us."
"Which means…"
"Draco will be here too…"
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Harry squinted to the students again.
Green patches? Slytherin?
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To be continued…
