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Making Up
Transfiguration the next day was a nightmare for Harry. He tried to keep from looking at Anya, but it didn't work. She sat right in front of Harry and so it made it harder for him to keep his eyes off of her. He knew that he didn't really mean what he said, but he was still kind of frustrated with her. Harry and Snape didn't get along at the beginning, but the years had changed them. All Harry wanted was for her to do the same.
"Harry!' Professor McGonagall called out. Harry snapped back to attention.
"Yes, Professor?" he asked. McGonagall swung her arms in a circle.
"Do you see what everyone else is doing?" she asked. Harry looked around. All of his classmates were struggling with the lesson: turning insects into puppets. Harry turned bright red and pulled out his wand, clueless. Draco, sitting next to him, whispered directions in his ear.
"Tap the cricket twice and say, 'Poppesset,'" he instructed. Harry nodded and placed his wand over the cricket. The task was easier said than done. The infernal insect didn't hold still. Anya turned around and pointed her wand at the devilish creature.
"Immobilus!" she whispered and the bug froze. Seizing his chance, Harry spoke up.
"I'm sorry for what I said about you," he told her. She smiled her amazing smile.
"I know. And I'm sorry for what I said. But I'm going to spend all of Christmas break with him. I'll try, just like you asked me to," she said.
"Miss Vincent," McGonagall warned. Anya turned around.
When Harry walked with Draco out of Transfiguration, he was in a much better mood.
"So how's it going with Leslie?" Harry asked Draco, just to make light conversation.
"I don't know," Draco replied vaguely. Harry took this as a good sign. Draco was not one to say what he was feeling, but the lack of an absolute "no" was encouraging.
"So are you two going to go out again?" Harry asked. Draco shrugged. Harry stifled a laugh. He was going to try and pry more information from Draco but the one they were talking about, Leslie, came from around the corner. She had started to care more about looks since the Hogsmeade visit, and the change was noticeable. She wore the right amount of makeup and her hair had been cut recently. It was a nice change. Harry hoped that Draco would keep her for a while. Luckily for Harry, Leslie was chatting with Anya. The two boys watched, smitten, as the girls walked by. Both turned at the same time and, probably planned hours before, blew the boys a kiss. Laughing, they turned around and continued walking through the hallways, parting the crowds.
"Well," was all Harry could say. Draco agreed.
"So you're fight with Anya is over, huh?" he asked. Harry nodded.
"I hope so."
"So what was it about?" Draco asked as they walked to their next class, Herbology.
"I can't tell you," Harry explained. "What greenhouse are we in?"
"Five, I think. You know I can beat it out of you," Draco threatened.
"No you won't," Harry told him.
"Why is that? Draco asked, stopping and giving Harry his Crabbe-and- Goyle look. It was a look they got when they said something especially stupid.
"Because I would beat you first," Harry laughed and continued walking. Draco stood in mock indignation. Harry met up with Crabbe and Goyle and left Draco to catch up with them at the greenhouse.
Making Up
Transfiguration the next day was a nightmare for Harry. He tried to keep from looking at Anya, but it didn't work. She sat right in front of Harry and so it made it harder for him to keep his eyes off of her. He knew that he didn't really mean what he said, but he was still kind of frustrated with her. Harry and Snape didn't get along at the beginning, but the years had changed them. All Harry wanted was for her to do the same.
"Harry!' Professor McGonagall called out. Harry snapped back to attention.
"Yes, Professor?" he asked. McGonagall swung her arms in a circle.
"Do you see what everyone else is doing?" she asked. Harry looked around. All of his classmates were struggling with the lesson: turning insects into puppets. Harry turned bright red and pulled out his wand, clueless. Draco, sitting next to him, whispered directions in his ear.
"Tap the cricket twice and say, 'Poppesset,'" he instructed. Harry nodded and placed his wand over the cricket. The task was easier said than done. The infernal insect didn't hold still. Anya turned around and pointed her wand at the devilish creature.
"Immobilus!" she whispered and the bug froze. Seizing his chance, Harry spoke up.
"I'm sorry for what I said about you," he told her. She smiled her amazing smile.
"I know. And I'm sorry for what I said. But I'm going to spend all of Christmas break with him. I'll try, just like you asked me to," she said.
"Miss Vincent," McGonagall warned. Anya turned around.
When Harry walked with Draco out of Transfiguration, he was in a much better mood.
"So how's it going with Leslie?" Harry asked Draco, just to make light conversation.
"I don't know," Draco replied vaguely. Harry took this as a good sign. Draco was not one to say what he was feeling, but the lack of an absolute "no" was encouraging.
"So are you two going to go out again?" Harry asked. Draco shrugged. Harry stifled a laugh. He was going to try and pry more information from Draco but the one they were talking about, Leslie, came from around the corner. She had started to care more about looks since the Hogsmeade visit, and the change was noticeable. She wore the right amount of makeup and her hair had been cut recently. It was a nice change. Harry hoped that Draco would keep her for a while. Luckily for Harry, Leslie was chatting with Anya. The two boys watched, smitten, as the girls walked by. Both turned at the same time and, probably planned hours before, blew the boys a kiss. Laughing, they turned around and continued walking through the hallways, parting the crowds.
"Well," was all Harry could say. Draco agreed.
"So you're fight with Anya is over, huh?" he asked. Harry nodded.
"I hope so."
"So what was it about?" Draco asked as they walked to their next class, Herbology.
"I can't tell you," Harry explained. "What greenhouse are we in?"
"Five, I think. You know I can beat it out of you," Draco threatened.
"No you won't," Harry told him.
"Why is that? Draco asked, stopping and giving Harry his Crabbe-and- Goyle look. It was a look they got when they said something especially stupid.
"Because I would beat you first," Harry laughed and continued walking. Draco stood in mock indignation. Harry met up with Crabbe and Goyle and left Draco to catch up with them at the greenhouse.
