Traveling my way?

A/N: Here's the second chapter of the story, introducing * drum role * HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!!!!! (and the crowd goes wild!) Hope you liked the first chapter, this one I'm gonna TRY and add some comedy, so don't get mad if it's not as great. Please R/R.

Oh, none of the characters belong to me. These words are a honest lie or the dishonest truth. You decide. ^-^

Chapter 2- Worries And Harry

-Forever on he drones, that's Snape. Never shutting up, that's Snape. Always being cold to the bones, that's Snape. And has too big of a nose, that's Snape. And definitely, DEFINITELY always adds too much grease to his hair, that's Snape! Oh So many cares, that's-
"POTTER!"
-Great-, Harry thought, arousing from his half doze, -another way I have made him direct his attention to me. Wonder what my prize will be this time.-
"Potter, don't give me that look! I know it all too well."
-I wonder why, seriously, enlighten me with shocking news.-
"You are actually the top of this class for this quarter for a change."
That did it. That made Harry fall out of his seat. -Wait, he didn't just say what I think he said, did he?- "Ron, how much Chocolate did I have yesterday?" he whispered urgently to his friend. "Enough to make you jump out of bed in the middle of the night, waking up half of the dorm and yelling 'The British are coming!' Which is kind of odd, because you live with them under one roof. Unless there are some more new students coming along that we don't know about as yet."
"Potter!"
"Yes sir?"
"You might be a star and a hero and all of that, but no matter how badly the floor needs it, do you mind not trying to clean it with your behind?"
"What?"
"GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT!"
Harry quickly jumped back into the chair, which was still turned over, causing him to fall onto his shoulder.
"POTTER!"
"Present."
"Quit trying to entertain the class and get on with it. You still have to go to Dumbledore and get your report filled out." Snape didn't try to hide his disapproval of it all, but he was glad it wasn't Miss Granger, AGAIN.
"Harry," Hermione whispered to him urgently. "Tell me everything, please."
Harry got a confused look this time. "What?"
"How you could have possibly beaten me in this class. Tell me everything after you come back from Dumbledore."
"But-"
"POTTER!"
"That's my name."
Snape glared at him and handed him the papers for his scholarship chances. After all, he was in fifth year, trying to make it somewhere in life. After he left the classroom and headed down the hall that contained the statue before the Headmasters' door, he somehow ran straight into the last person on his mind.
"Ouch!"
"Uff!"
Both boys aroused by the sudden collision, they looked around confused and somewhat dazed. Or, at least one of them did. The other had to find his bifocals again.
"Potter!"
-Man-, Harry thought, -did my name get changed on my birth certificate or something? And what is he doing here?-
"Hello, Blondie."
"My name is Draco Malfoy. And I am NOT blonde!"
"Sure you're not. It's just the gift the sun gave you, to shine upon your head, while the shadows gave me the power to conceal myself in darkness and to lurk within the night."
-Wait, - that's what I do anyway. Oh no, did I just tell him my secret of survival?-
Draco raised his eyebrows at him like he was a 'bit of an oddball as Madam Pomfrey would say'. "That's what you do anyways."
"Thanks for reminding me." Harry felt around aimlessly, trying to look for his glasses.
"Oh boy," Draco sighed, went over to the corner and tossed something in Harry's confused face, which fell into his lap.
"My glasses!"
"Ever heard of 'Contacts', Potter? They are little miniature discs that substitute perfectly for glasses. And you don't have to worry about losing them."
"Yeah, whatever." Harry kept poking himself in the eye with the handles of his glasses. "Damned be these always-broken-but-somehow-always- automatically-repaired lenses. AND their frame!"
"Do you need some help?"
Harry jumped three feet in the air. "My god-you're still here?!"
"I'm actually having a very good time watching you. Better than sitting around cutting slugs into diced candy for three hours straight."
"Thanks," Harry said, still trying to find the right way to get them back on. "Wait-was that a compliment, or an insult?"
"Oh give me those!" Draco snatched the glasses from him, and placed them gently into the right position, bringing Harry back into clear focus.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"My god Potter! You scream worse than a girl!"
Harry had backed against the wall, trying to recover from the shock of suddenly being no farther away than 5cm from a Malfoy face. TOO close for his own safety, if not for his mind, eyes, and suspiciously,.thoughts.
-My god-WHY do these things have to bring everything into such detail? I thought I was going to die! Way too close for ANYONE to be with a Malfoy face-ok. It's O-Kay. Breathe Harry, Breathe. Inhale-exhale-inhale- ex-.Hold on just a cotton picking minute here.he HELPED me put on my GLASSES?! OH DEAR GOD-WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD?!-
"POTTER!"
"I SWEAR I NEVER THOUGHT THAT!!"
"Uh, are you alright?"
Harry had shut his eyes tightly and barely dared himself to look. Slowly, very slowly, he opened his left eye to have a quick peek. Malfoy was standing over him, probably deciding if he should call the Asylum-if he knew that such a creation existed.
"Um, maybe I should walk you to Madam Pomfreys.."
"Oh. N-no that's qui-quite alright!" He began to break out in a sweat. "I'm just trying to-to get to Dumbledores."
Now it was Draco's turn to be confused. But wait, this had some possibilities dawning. If Harry wasn't around anymore, then life could actually be more enjoyable. A sudden Idea came to his mind. If the hero is leaving, HE would be the ruler and admirer of the students! A perfect plan! Then he suddenly embraced Harry like he was one of his most dearest friends, but even those he didn't try to touch. "Harry, old buddy, old pal!"
-Must-not-scream! Must-stay-calm! This-is-not-rape!- Harry was turning redder by the minute and took a deep breath, repeating the words faster in his mind. -Must-not-scream! Must-St-stay-clam-CALM! This-is-is-is- rape-NOT-RAPE!!!! HELP! SOMEBODY!!!-
"AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to hug you that hard."
-Sorry? SORRY?? I have just been violated of my own personal space- and you only have to say SORRY!? Hey, works for me.-
"It's ok, I just-OW!" Harry smacked his forehead in shock. - Already? No-wait. That was last years' question. This time it's 'again'?-
"You ok?"
"My scar hurts..Badly!"
"But, I thought you killed him."
"No, I stuck him inside a vacuum as soon as he turned into vapor again. Then I burned him inside the closest furnace. But I heard him scream in what I thought was agony. Maybe it was joy?"
"Uh, I don't think anybody could find such a heat 'pleasing'."
"Dude, he's the one with the twisted mind."
"Oh yeah, now I remember. I sometimes get confused with tha-HARRY!"
Harry was doubled over on the floor, shacking horribly. His whole body was drenched in sweat and he was gasping for air, turning paler by the minute. -Wha-what's happening to me?-
"Harry!" came a call from the distance. The voice was familiar, but he couldn't place it. What was happening? As her heard feet running down the hallway, he suddenly felt strong hands grab his arms and he was being carried to-a tower? He couldn't remember, all he could focus on was the pain inside his forehead. "Harry, are ye alright?"-"Harry, please say something!"-"Harry, was something in those chocolate frogs last night?"- "Mr.Potter, what happened?"

-What happened?- The only words that seemed to make sense.

What happened?

A/N: That's actually a good question. I don't even know- heehee. ^-^

Hope it wasn't too crappy, try to do better next time.