Disclaimer: Don't own HP… blah blah blah…
Warnings: Implies Draco/Harry
A.N.: Okay! That's it! Sob… I'm so lonely writing humor alone! Did that make any sense?
Hey! Home come you people don't suggest anything to me, huh? Do I look like I'll bite your head off? _ Forget that. I'm working on my current obsession so I'm stopping 'As cherry blossoms bloom' and 'When Fallen Dragons Rise' for a while. I'm writing a Gensomaden Fic. -_-' Isn't it obvious that I'm kind of obsessed with Gensomaden Saiyuki! My website is all about Gensomaden Saiyuki! _ Wanna know something? My current obsession in pairings is: Kouya x Jin. Hehehe… Crush Gear Turbo!
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Tonic Mistake~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
These glasses must be intact. Draco thought as he mounted his broom. Intact? My goodness, it wasn't even his. In fact, it even Harry's! Why would it be intact? He asked himself as he unconsciously tucked the spectacles in his pocket, his oblivious hand making sure that it won't fall.
With a kick he flew a few feet in the air and saw that his teammates were doing some laps before the practice. I can't believe that Oliver gave up his practice session that easily. Damn, and to think that he could gaze at Harry all that time, while the Team Captains debated.
Gazing at Harry, Draco? If you could see my face now!
'You're still existent?' He thought to his subconscious. He was going on some laps in the air, following the same routine like the others.
Of course! It said laughing.
A faint call of his name echoed in his thoughts but he didn't pay any attention to it at all. He was too busy doing his routine and thinking about… someone…
You mean, Harry! A laugh could be heard in his head.
'I can't believe I can't hurt you.'
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"Draco!!!" There it was again. The faint call of his name! Damn! Why won't people just leave him alone? He looked down from his broom and saw the two infamous duo, Crabbe and Goyle. Were they the ones calling him? He blinked. I couldn't be, they were talking amongst themselves. They were side by side talking to each other, he noted. Humph! If he didn't know better, those two were dating each other.
Crabbe and Goyle?! Laugh. That's a good one!
He found himself smirking as he looped his last warm-up. He took his position as a seeker like he did every practice time and he waited. He waited until he would see it again… again… again… Green eyes… He can't get enough of those green eyes… I want to lose myself in those green eyes as… we… as we…
Harry… I want to feel your skin next to mine… as we…
Draco's eyes went wide as he slapped his head with his palm. What the bloody hell is wrong with me! He never had those kind of thoughts. He doesn't have those kind of thought. Especially with a guy in them… Particularly a guy named…
Harry…
Ho, ho, ho! Draco, you naughty boy! What are you thinking about?! A deafening laugh is then heard.
Draco blushed. I so want to kill you now…
A louder laugh was ringing in his head but it eventually faded. The picture of Harry… err… uhh… how do I say this… exposed was still in his mind.
He shook his head viciously. He can't believe it! Him, Draco Malfoy, was acting like a love high school girl. To think that he has his eyes set upon…
The most gorgeous guy in school…
Slender body…
Soft skin…
'Wha…?' Draco wondered as those words just kept popping in his head.
…Beautiful green eyes…
'HEY!'
I'm just helping you here, bud. (Snicker)
"Draco!!!" It's that name again. No matter. He was too busy with the game.
You're mind isn't even on the game!
'Will you shut up?'
"DRACO!" Damn it! What do they want? He turned his broom to the direction he heard his name and saw that he was face to face with his Captain. So he was the one calling me? Draco snorted. Wonder what he wants… He tried to listen but the captain was a little out of hearing range. He just caught a few words like…
Draco… look… in coming… And what was the last word? Oh yeah, Bludger.
"Bludger!!!" Draco whirled in time to see that Bludger coming his way. But…
CRASH!!!
He was a little too late at getting away… The last thing he remembered before blacking out when he hit the ground was…
Harry's glasses… Where are they? He didn't hear any cracks but… He couldn't stay conscious anymore. He blacked out.
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"Hey!"
The voice echoed at other opposite end from where the Quidditch practice was held. "Hey, Ron."
"Harry!" A girl followed behind Ron who was obviously… "Hey, Hermione."
"Where are you going?" Harry turned his attention to Ron. "I'm going to the Infirmary."
Hermione raised a brow. He, Harry, then plastered a smile on his face. He didn't want them to think that he was going there because he was sick. Maybe he was though, he kept telling himself. His mind was centering on a person and one person only.
Humph. Draco.
'It's you again.' Harry sighed mentally. 'Why is it that you're bugging me?'
I thought I already made that clear. I am the voice of reason. It's my job to annoy.
'Riiight…' Silence.
What? I know you want to say something. Say it, Potter.
'Are you sure that you're my voice of reason?'
Does it seem so obvious? No.
Harry blinked. (Mentally)
'Then why bug me?'
Because your V.O.R is busy with someone else.
'V.O.R?'
Voice of Reason. Duh.
He sighed mentally again. Ever since he got this V.O.R., as the voice put it, he had been mentally sighing more than he usually would. 'About my V.O.R., who is he busy with?'
Someone who will probably be insane after he's through with him.
'Him?'
Damn.
'So, he's busy with another guy. That'll make the choices easier.' He thought sarcastically.
In that case, happy hunting. I'm certainly not going to help you with this one.
'Why not?'
I'm only here to make sure that I act like your original VOR.
'How are you doing?'
In two words.
'U-huh?'
I suck.
Harry couldn't help but laugh. He wondered still who this VOR belongs too but he was too caught up with snickering.
"Why?" This snapped Harry out of his laughter. "Huh?"
"Why are you going to the Infirmary?" Hermione asked.
"And why were you laughing?" With that, Ron ended the questions of the why.
"Nothing," Harry smiled. "I just remembered something."
"How about 'Why are you going to the Infirmary?'"
"Well, you see. My glasses are missing."
"Hey! You're right! I didn't notice that."
"How come you can see?"
"Contact lenses."
"What?"
"It's something that will enable you to see in the Muggle world." Harry explained, "You kind of stick it in your eye."
"Ouch."
"It doesn't hurt, don't worry." Harry countered. "Anyway, I was going there to check if I had forgotten it there. I know I didn't but I already inspected everywhere else so I'll check it out anyway."
"If you could see already, why do you need to find you're glasses." Ron asked, "Besides, you look better without them."
"I can't read with this." He explained, "These aren't as clear as my glasses so I need to retrieve them… somewhere." He turned then waved his hand to signal that he was going already.
"Okay!" Ron shouted. "It's a good thing that we're free for the whole afternoon."
Yeah, that was right. They were free for the whole afternoon. Maybe he could escape Ron and Herm for a while and go to the Quidditch Practice. Maybe he could see…
"Potter." He heard a growl and then saw the Slytherin Team Captain and the other players. He didn't realize it, but he was already in the infirmary. He eyed each one of them. Strange… Draco isn't with them.
Harry kept a calm and steady stare as they pushed pass him. He glanced back and saw Crabbe and Goyle… He blinked… Holding hands? He shook his head and then rubbed his eyes. Are these contact lenses defective?
"Why hello, Harry dear."
He turned and saw that Madam Pomfrey was just infront of him, smiling. "Hello, Madam Pomfrey." He smiled, "Ummm… Could I look around the room I was in before? I think I forgot something there?"
"Why, of course!" Harry thanked her and then walked toward the direction it was in.
"Just remain quiet alright?"
Harry stopped and gave Madam Pomfrey a questioning look. "Why is that?"
"Oh. A patient who fell off a broom while Quidditch Practice is there. Still unconscious and he needs to rest." She thought for a moment while adding, "Hit by a Bludger, if I'm not mistaken. Alright, run along now and don't make much noise." She gave Harry one last smile as Harry nodded and then made his way to the door.
Someone hit by a Bludger? Poor guy… Harry thought.
I wonder who he is…
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To be continued…
