Title: Blood of the Spirit Animal
Disclaimer: I am not using this for profit, so don't sue me.
Summary: Not everyone is who they seem; Sometimes, people don't even know themselves. Both Draco, Harry, and the rest of their counterparts can learn a valuable lesson from their spirit animals. If only they learned to truly listen. ((Pairings: Harry/Draco, Pansy/The-Hamster)) (^The Pansy thing is supposed to be a joke, by the way.)
Thanks goes to::::
sapphire-wolf1 -- ^_^ It is surprising, isn't it? Anyway, glad you like the story =)
gabwr--I'll keep going 'till all of my resources are used up =)
ChocoKisses--Here you go! =D
Fantasy101--Thanks :)
Fireblade K'Chona--It's an interesting speculation; Who knows? Maybe that could happen. J.K never mentioned anything like that happening (like their 'pet' becoming a patronus, or...something. Unless I missed something =I)
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Shaded light shone through the green drapes that covered the small window by Draco's bedside. Without that window, sunlight would be absent. Draco slowly awoke from the dreamless sleep he had been having; For the past couple of weeks, the same nightmare had been plaguing him, but it was only nightmares, and Draco felt he could stand against them throughout the day.
Draco slid out of bed drowsily, and walked down to the Slytherin Common Room. It was still early morning from what he could see on Crabbe's bedside clock. The noise it made was quite annoying to Draco; It looked like a robin that chirped '4:17 AM' incessantly.
Draco rubbed at his eyes as he walked down the steps to the Common Room. Something caught his foot, and in a moment of surprise, Draco slipped and caught his fall with his arms. 'That'll leave a bruise.' Draco thought crossly. He looked over to what had tripped him, and found a guy's dress shoe on the floor beside him.
Draco narrowed his eyes and angrily stood up. He seized the shoe up and threw it at the wall, which bounced off and hit him in the shin. Draco bounced up and down cursing, as he cradled his injured leg. 'That's the second time I've been made a fool of!' Draco thought in rage. 'Damn shoe!'
Huffing in anger, he rushed into the Common Room and was astounded to see three white roses laid carefully in a row on a small coffee table beside Pansy Parkinson. In her hand, she held a rare-colored quill, which she was using to write in three, small cards.
Draco snuck up behind her chair, and saw one name on it that made him shout in alarm.
"Writing to Weasley?! Parkinson, what the hell do you have up your arse today?!" He shouted, making her jump around.
"Well, Draco," She purred. "Amorina was just telling me how I should write to Potter, Granger, and Weasley, and apologize for everything bad I've done to them." She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.
"Pansy, dear -- um, I have to ask. *WHAT* has gotten *into* you today?! I mean, writing -- to the Weasel! What in God's name do you go *listening* to that - that - *furry* thing!" Draco shouted while glancing at the furry hamster that sat in her lap.
Suddenly, a squeaky voice interrupted his swirling thoughts. "Excuse me, but - I'm not a furry *thing*. My name is," Here, the hamster cleared her throat. "Amorina. Learn to call me that. Please." She added, smiling. Did hamster's smile? Oh, God, this was just too much!
Draco closed his eyes in an attempt to block everything that he was thinking out of his head. "You know what? Whatever. I don't care. I'm just going to -- um -- pretend like this isn't happening." Draco opened his eyes and walked back to his dorm room in dawning shock. Was Pansy changing?
'That stupid rat. I'll make it pay. How dare it make us -- weak!' Draco thought, stomping his foot as he stepped into a shower stall. He threw his clothes off and turned on the water, which softened his thoughts into a puddle in his mind.
While these thoughts were softening and dying down, a memory from yesterday came back to him. His deer had -- had made a fool out of him. In front of Potter!
Suddenly, Draco's eyes snapped open. Where was Ayala?!
Draco closed his eyes as they started to sting. 'Stupid soap has to get in my eyes now; I might as well go to the Infirmary for all the injuries I've gotten today!'
Draco rinsed the water off of his body and out of his eyes, and stepped out of the shower, loosely wrapping a dark green towel around his waist. 'I'll have to look for her after breakfast.'
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"Hermione, where's Tarak?" Harry asked, his eyes wide with panic. When he had woken up earlier that morning, he had recognized the heat he had felt the night before was absent in the early dawn.
"I have no idea." Hermione said, not bothering to look up from 'Charming Your Way Through History', in which she had gotten from the Library the evening before.
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly. He hated it when Hermione was in this mood; She was always so -- unresponsive.
" 'Mione! This is important! What - what if he's in trouble, or something?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"Oh, Harry. That's ridiculous! You know -"
Suddenly, Orsin waddled in the room slowly. "I overheard you asking about Tarak. He went outside to get a morning snack. Said something about -- um -- meeting a friend there?" Orsin asked himself, shaking his head in slight confusion, and laying down beside Hermione's feet.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief; At least *someone* knew where Tarak was! "Hermione, where's Ron?"
Hermione looked up in aggravation. "I think he went to breakfast. I'm going to go a little later, after I read this chapter." Hermione said, flipping another page in the book.
Harry shook his head in amazement; If it's one thing that wouldn't change about Hermione, it was her study habits. Harry walked out of the Common Room and walked swiftly passed the other students that were standing around, idly chatting with each other.
While he was on his way, he noticed that Neville carried his turtle around mostly everywhere he went. He was seen late at night by a few students carrying in a ridiculously large tank.
Harry smiled; He had a feeling that today was going to be great.
As Harry entered the Great Hall, the first thing he noticed was that Ron's monkey was constantly stealing food from his hands. Harry sat down beside Ron before he could notice.
"Com'ere you little bugger! Gimme my food back! I told you this morning not to do this, so -- so stop doing it!" Ron yelled, attracting a lot of attention from the four houses. The Slytherin's were snickering like mad, which made Ron go red from embarrassment. "Harry, where's Tarak?! He could do something about this, couldn't he?" He asked, pleading blue eyes directed Harry's way.
"Um - I think he's...out right now, Ron." Harry said, smiling apologetically.
Ron cursed, and picked the monkey up. "Stop it!" He yelled, flinging the monkey off of the table. The monkey glared at Ron, but jumped right back on his shoulder.
The monkey whispered something in Ron's ear, and suddenly he went pale.
"Harry...did you see Ginny in the Common Room when you woke up?" Ron asked, his eyes widening.
Harry didn't like the sound of this. "No. Last time I saw her was in the halls yesterday, talking to this third year from Slytherin. Other than that, I -"
Harry didn't get to finish as Ron stood up from the table swiftly and ran out of the Great Hall. Everyone looked after him, whispering and theorizing.
The whispering died down after a while, and Harry started collecting pieces of the surrounding food. His worry for Ginny was on his mind quite a lot while he tried to eat. 'I might as well go and find Tarak.'
Before Harry could stand up and walk out, he saw Draco stand up first, and exit. What really stirred curiosity in Harry was that he wasn't with his deer.
Harry followed after Draco, staying far enough away from him so he wouldn't get suspicious. Draco walked out to the grounds of Hogwarts; right where Harry needed to go. Harry started to get even more curious as Draco looked around, and dashed toward the Forbidden Forest.
Harry's eyes widened at the act. Finally, Harry started running after him, trying to hide and keep himself as inconspicuous as possible.
Harry watched as Draco called out, "Ayala!" stopped, looked at the ground, and called again, but louder this time. "Ayala, where are you?!" Draco called out, his eyes wandering over the trees in confusion.
Harry quickly hid himself behind a tree before Draco could see him. Maybe Draco knew where Tarak was?
Draco called her name about two more times, before he started walking further into the forest. Harry didn't like this forest much; Not since what happened in first year.
After following and hiding from Draco for more than an hour, both boys heard voices a few yards in the distance. They both leaned in to listen.
"Ayala, you know how much they hate each other; What makes you sure this is going to work?" A growl echoed, making both boy's eyes widen.
"Listen to me for a second. I know this doesn't seem like it'll work now, but they'll come looking for us and somehow...get together. Or something."
"Ayala, you're talking nonsense! Do you know how much this is interrupting the flow of their lives? We aren't even supposed to *be* here! We're supposed to be *in* them. They don't even have a choice as to listen to us or not, now!"
"How do you know, Tarak? It could be flow of fate that we *are* here right now! Really, don't you ever *think*?!" A timid voice hissed in response.
Both creatures were silent for a few minutes. Harry and Draco, however, were starting to get uncomfortable; Their animals were planning something. But what?
Harry couldn't take it anymore; He knew that deep growl from anywhere. It was Tarak, and he wasn't going to stand around and let him stay out here forever, just because of Malfoy. Harry stalked from the tree he was hiding behind to where both animals lay in the leaves. Instead of hearing the animals talk first, a shrill yell was heard from behind him.
"Potter! What are you doing here? Were you -- were you *following me*?!" Draco asked, his eyes widened.
"No, I was -- looking for Tarak. Why would I follow *you*, anyway?" Harry turned back to the large panther, who was smirking in triumph. So Ayala had been correct.
"Tarak, come on. We have to go back to the school." Harry insisted, leaning down towards the large cat.
"I'm not going *anywhere*." The beast growled, putting his paw firmly on the ground in front of him. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Ayala, we have to get going. Why are you out here with *Potter's* animal, anyway?" Draco asked, fire burning in his liquid metal eyes.
"Draco, I'm merely out here to talk. We *are* friends, after all." Ayala secretly smiled.
"Friends?!" Draco yelled. "What is this world *coming* to?! First Pansy, and then you! Who's it going to be *next*?! Neville's turtle turning into some kind of speed-racer?!" Draco asked incredulously.
Harry, all the while, was breaking into a smile at Draco's outburst. Who'd ever think that he could get so worked up over nothing?
Draco quickly turned to Harry, ready to tell Potter to keep his animal away from Ayala, when he saw the smile on his face. "What's so funny, Potter?" Draco asked, confusion and a hint of anger on his pale face.
"Nothing, um - It's just really funny how you get angry over nothing." Harry smiled wider just to get on Draco's nerves.
"Nothing? You call *this*," Draco gestured toward the two animals. "nothing?! Are you *insane*, Potter?!"
"No, I'm very much sane, it's just," Harry burst out in a fit of chuckles. "It's just that you seem so -- so..." Harry couldn't finish as he looked at the incredulous look on the flustered boy. Draco's mouth was wide open with astonishment, and he was giving Harry this 'what-the-hell-do-you-see-that's- so-funny' look.
Harry had to burst out laughing. Draco, though, was seriously considering taking Potter, himself, to the Infirmary... Not that he cared at all about the boy, but... 'Can't let an insane boy go around the school scaring everyone else into insanity, now, can we?' He defended himself.
Harry tried to hold in the burst of laughter that was dying to come out, but lo and behold, he cracked. Harry held his stomach in hysterics, as his knees lowered to the ground. He wheezed, trying to slow down his giggling fit. His eyes were watering, and his mouth just couldn't seem to keep closed.
"Potter, I'm *being* serious! What in bloody hell do you find that's *so* funny?!" Draco drawled, rolling his eyes.
"Nothing - It's... It's just -" Harry didn't finish his thoughts as the giggling fit continued. He was now rolling on the leafy ground, getting dirt all over his robes.
Draco's eyes widened. Yep. Harry Potter had finally gone insane. "Now, I told you to get revenge on that Black fellow, hadn't I? But no, you're too 'Gryffindor' for that. So finally, the guilt of not taking the opportunity got to you, didn't it? That's why you're so bloody delirious now, isn't it?" Draco questioned, fully believing his interrogation.
Harry just kept giggling insanely. Finally, he slowed down his breathing and took a few deep breaths. The only thing that was going through Harry's head was 'Oh my God, that lizards a few feet away from Malfoy's head!' Harry knew that wasn't much to laugh at, but for some reason, it was the most hilarious thing in the world, at the time! So, Harry didn't stop laughing like he should have. He pointed at the lizard and started what sounded like screaming. In reality, it was just -- insane laughter.
Draco stared, unfixed, at Harry. "Potter..." Draco whispered. "You've went insane."
Harry screamed harder. Why was everything so goddamned *funny*?! 'Stop laughing, stop laughing, stop laughing...' He kept repeating. But even *that* was funny to him!
'Wait - what if Potter is using some kind of reverse Psychology to get back at me for all the mean things I've done to him?" Draco asked himself. Everything was settled, then. Potter, in an act to *look* like he was going insane, was *actually* using a form of reverse Psychology so he could somehow humiliate Draco and have little rumors to spread back to his little red-and-gold splotched team members!
Draco smirked, and said just that. "I know what you're trying to do, Potter! You're trying to make yourself look insane. But what you're *actually* doing is using a form of reverse Psychology on me that will somehow end up making me humiliate myself in the end, and you will have stupid little rumors to tell to your friends!" Draco said in one big breath.
Harry stopped laughing suddenly. He then pointed at Draco, and laughed. Insanely. He laughed insanely. Draco's eyes widened. "What *is* it? Is there something on my face?! In my hair?!" Draco shrieked, spreading his finger's over his pointed face and slicked back hair.
Harry continued to laugh. In-between the spouts of humor, he noticed something. 'Things that are funny, for some reason, *aren't* funny. And things that *aren't* funny, are!' Harry found this extremely odd, since he'd never had insane, laughing fits like most normal children have at least once in their life, if not more.
Draco glared at Harry. "If you don't shut. UP, Potter, I'll have to make you do it myself." He challenged. Harry still found this funny, so he laughed while pointing a little above Draco's shoulder. Draco didn't bother looking over his shoulder. Instead, Draco just kneeled over Harry... And slapped him. He slapped Harry Potter.
Harry's mouth gaped while holding his hand to his cheek. Then, suddenly,
Harry laughed. And he laughed some more. 'What is *so God damned funny*?' Harry asked himself.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Damn, Potter! You're impossible! Utterly impossible! I think I have to get Madam Pomfrey!" Draco threatened.
Harry held his hands up in defense while trying to keep back his laughing; He failed. "No -- no, don't -- HAHA! -- Don't do that!" Harry giggled.
Ayala and Tarak were both chuckling along with the hilarious scene.
"Potter, what more do I have to do to *shut you up*?!" Draco waited about a minute, glaring, while Harry laughed away at 'God-knows-what'. For some reason, Harry kept pointing at him. 'What is so *funny* about me?!' Draco asked himself, making a mental note to ask his mother about changing his appearance with magical surgery.
Draco grinned mischievously as a thought entered his head. He had kissed many guys before; Ok, maybe it was in his nightmares, and they were kind of -- forced. But he had still kissed them. Maybe he could... Yeah. Just another form of Psychology he could use to trick Potter into shutting up!
Draco leaned over Harry, like he had done for the slap. Instead, he leaned down quickly, and kissed him. Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't laugh anymore. He didn't laugh at all.
What he did do, was start kissing back. This, Draco hadn't expected! Nevertheless, it felt kind of -- good. His lips were soft, and the kiss was sweet. Tender...
Draco stopped at that, and pushed Harry away, a confused look on his face.
"Wait, what...? What am I doing?" Draco asked himself softly, not looking directly into Harry's eyes. Harry hated it when people didn't look into his eyes. You couldn't read their emotions when they did that. Harry liked knowing whether people were telling the truth or not.
Draco stood up quickly and backed into a tree, before turning. He ran out of the Forbidden Forest, with Ayala chasing after him.
'Oh, God, what have I done? I shouldn't have... but why? Why did I do it?! I remember, it was to shut Potter up, but -- such a stupid reason!' Draco rambled in his head.
He knew he was going to regret this whole situation later.
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Chapter Notes::::: I am SOOO sorry! I just HAD to add that insane-giggle- laughter thing with Harry! I've done that SO many times, and I just thought it might be funny to put that in there. (After all, what I said is true. I'll just start laughing -- for no darned reason. Then I'll start laughing at things that aren't funny and stop laughing at things that ARE! It's the wierdest thing, I tell you.) I hope you all liked this chapter. If there's something you don't like about it, or if there's some kind of mistake, tell me pronto in a review, and I'll be sure to change it, if needed. Thanks! ^_^ I love you all. =)
Disclaimer: I am not using this for profit, so don't sue me.
Summary: Not everyone is who they seem; Sometimes, people don't even know themselves. Both Draco, Harry, and the rest of their counterparts can learn a valuable lesson from their spirit animals. If only they learned to truly listen. ((Pairings: Harry/Draco, Pansy/The-Hamster)) (^The Pansy thing is supposed to be a joke, by the way.)
Thanks goes to::::
sapphire-wolf1 -- ^_^ It is surprising, isn't it? Anyway, glad you like the story =)
gabwr--I'll keep going 'till all of my resources are used up =)
ChocoKisses--Here you go! =D
Fantasy101--Thanks :)
Fireblade K'Chona--It's an interesting speculation; Who knows? Maybe that could happen. J.K never mentioned anything like that happening (like their 'pet' becoming a patronus, or...something. Unless I missed something =I)
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Shaded light shone through the green drapes that covered the small window by Draco's bedside. Without that window, sunlight would be absent. Draco slowly awoke from the dreamless sleep he had been having; For the past couple of weeks, the same nightmare had been plaguing him, but it was only nightmares, and Draco felt he could stand against them throughout the day.
Draco slid out of bed drowsily, and walked down to the Slytherin Common Room. It was still early morning from what he could see on Crabbe's bedside clock. The noise it made was quite annoying to Draco; It looked like a robin that chirped '4:17 AM' incessantly.
Draco rubbed at his eyes as he walked down the steps to the Common Room. Something caught his foot, and in a moment of surprise, Draco slipped and caught his fall with his arms. 'That'll leave a bruise.' Draco thought crossly. He looked over to what had tripped him, and found a guy's dress shoe on the floor beside him.
Draco narrowed his eyes and angrily stood up. He seized the shoe up and threw it at the wall, which bounced off and hit him in the shin. Draco bounced up and down cursing, as he cradled his injured leg. 'That's the second time I've been made a fool of!' Draco thought in rage. 'Damn shoe!'
Huffing in anger, he rushed into the Common Room and was astounded to see three white roses laid carefully in a row on a small coffee table beside Pansy Parkinson. In her hand, she held a rare-colored quill, which she was using to write in three, small cards.
Draco snuck up behind her chair, and saw one name on it that made him shout in alarm.
"Writing to Weasley?! Parkinson, what the hell do you have up your arse today?!" He shouted, making her jump around.
"Well, Draco," She purred. "Amorina was just telling me how I should write to Potter, Granger, and Weasley, and apologize for everything bad I've done to them." She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.
"Pansy, dear -- um, I have to ask. *WHAT* has gotten *into* you today?! I mean, writing -- to the Weasel! What in God's name do you go *listening* to that - that - *furry* thing!" Draco shouted while glancing at the furry hamster that sat in her lap.
Suddenly, a squeaky voice interrupted his swirling thoughts. "Excuse me, but - I'm not a furry *thing*. My name is," Here, the hamster cleared her throat. "Amorina. Learn to call me that. Please." She added, smiling. Did hamster's smile? Oh, God, this was just too much!
Draco closed his eyes in an attempt to block everything that he was thinking out of his head. "You know what? Whatever. I don't care. I'm just going to -- um -- pretend like this isn't happening." Draco opened his eyes and walked back to his dorm room in dawning shock. Was Pansy changing?
'That stupid rat. I'll make it pay. How dare it make us -- weak!' Draco thought, stomping his foot as he stepped into a shower stall. He threw his clothes off and turned on the water, which softened his thoughts into a puddle in his mind.
While these thoughts were softening and dying down, a memory from yesterday came back to him. His deer had -- had made a fool out of him. In front of Potter!
Suddenly, Draco's eyes snapped open. Where was Ayala?!
Draco closed his eyes as they started to sting. 'Stupid soap has to get in my eyes now; I might as well go to the Infirmary for all the injuries I've gotten today!'
Draco rinsed the water off of his body and out of his eyes, and stepped out of the shower, loosely wrapping a dark green towel around his waist. 'I'll have to look for her after breakfast.'
~*~
"Hermione, where's Tarak?" Harry asked, his eyes wide with panic. When he had woken up earlier that morning, he had recognized the heat he had felt the night before was absent in the early dawn.
"I have no idea." Hermione said, not bothering to look up from 'Charming Your Way Through History', in which she had gotten from the Library the evening before.
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly. He hated it when Hermione was in this mood; She was always so -- unresponsive.
" 'Mione! This is important! What - what if he's in trouble, or something?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"Oh, Harry. That's ridiculous! You know -"
Suddenly, Orsin waddled in the room slowly. "I overheard you asking about Tarak. He went outside to get a morning snack. Said something about -- um -- meeting a friend there?" Orsin asked himself, shaking his head in slight confusion, and laying down beside Hermione's feet.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief; At least *someone* knew where Tarak was! "Hermione, where's Ron?"
Hermione looked up in aggravation. "I think he went to breakfast. I'm going to go a little later, after I read this chapter." Hermione said, flipping another page in the book.
Harry shook his head in amazement; If it's one thing that wouldn't change about Hermione, it was her study habits. Harry walked out of the Common Room and walked swiftly passed the other students that were standing around, idly chatting with each other.
While he was on his way, he noticed that Neville carried his turtle around mostly everywhere he went. He was seen late at night by a few students carrying in a ridiculously large tank.
Harry smiled; He had a feeling that today was going to be great.
As Harry entered the Great Hall, the first thing he noticed was that Ron's monkey was constantly stealing food from his hands. Harry sat down beside Ron before he could notice.
"Com'ere you little bugger! Gimme my food back! I told you this morning not to do this, so -- so stop doing it!" Ron yelled, attracting a lot of attention from the four houses. The Slytherin's were snickering like mad, which made Ron go red from embarrassment. "Harry, where's Tarak?! He could do something about this, couldn't he?" He asked, pleading blue eyes directed Harry's way.
"Um - I think he's...out right now, Ron." Harry said, smiling apologetically.
Ron cursed, and picked the monkey up. "Stop it!" He yelled, flinging the monkey off of the table. The monkey glared at Ron, but jumped right back on his shoulder.
The monkey whispered something in Ron's ear, and suddenly he went pale.
"Harry...did you see Ginny in the Common Room when you woke up?" Ron asked, his eyes widening.
Harry didn't like the sound of this. "No. Last time I saw her was in the halls yesterday, talking to this third year from Slytherin. Other than that, I -"
Harry didn't get to finish as Ron stood up from the table swiftly and ran out of the Great Hall. Everyone looked after him, whispering and theorizing.
The whispering died down after a while, and Harry started collecting pieces of the surrounding food. His worry for Ginny was on his mind quite a lot while he tried to eat. 'I might as well go and find Tarak.'
Before Harry could stand up and walk out, he saw Draco stand up first, and exit. What really stirred curiosity in Harry was that he wasn't with his deer.
Harry followed after Draco, staying far enough away from him so he wouldn't get suspicious. Draco walked out to the grounds of Hogwarts; right where Harry needed to go. Harry started to get even more curious as Draco looked around, and dashed toward the Forbidden Forest.
Harry's eyes widened at the act. Finally, Harry started running after him, trying to hide and keep himself as inconspicuous as possible.
Harry watched as Draco called out, "Ayala!" stopped, looked at the ground, and called again, but louder this time. "Ayala, where are you?!" Draco called out, his eyes wandering over the trees in confusion.
Harry quickly hid himself behind a tree before Draco could see him. Maybe Draco knew where Tarak was?
Draco called her name about two more times, before he started walking further into the forest. Harry didn't like this forest much; Not since what happened in first year.
After following and hiding from Draco for more than an hour, both boys heard voices a few yards in the distance. They both leaned in to listen.
"Ayala, you know how much they hate each other; What makes you sure this is going to work?" A growl echoed, making both boy's eyes widen.
"Listen to me for a second. I know this doesn't seem like it'll work now, but they'll come looking for us and somehow...get together. Or something."
"Ayala, you're talking nonsense! Do you know how much this is interrupting the flow of their lives? We aren't even supposed to *be* here! We're supposed to be *in* them. They don't even have a choice as to listen to us or not, now!"
"How do you know, Tarak? It could be flow of fate that we *are* here right now! Really, don't you ever *think*?!" A timid voice hissed in response.
Both creatures were silent for a few minutes. Harry and Draco, however, were starting to get uncomfortable; Their animals were planning something. But what?
Harry couldn't take it anymore; He knew that deep growl from anywhere. It was Tarak, and he wasn't going to stand around and let him stay out here forever, just because of Malfoy. Harry stalked from the tree he was hiding behind to where both animals lay in the leaves. Instead of hearing the animals talk first, a shrill yell was heard from behind him.
"Potter! What are you doing here? Were you -- were you *following me*?!" Draco asked, his eyes widened.
"No, I was -- looking for Tarak. Why would I follow *you*, anyway?" Harry turned back to the large panther, who was smirking in triumph. So Ayala had been correct.
"Tarak, come on. We have to go back to the school." Harry insisted, leaning down towards the large cat.
"I'm not going *anywhere*." The beast growled, putting his paw firmly on the ground in front of him. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Ayala, we have to get going. Why are you out here with *Potter's* animal, anyway?" Draco asked, fire burning in his liquid metal eyes.
"Draco, I'm merely out here to talk. We *are* friends, after all." Ayala secretly smiled.
"Friends?!" Draco yelled. "What is this world *coming* to?! First Pansy, and then you! Who's it going to be *next*?! Neville's turtle turning into some kind of speed-racer?!" Draco asked incredulously.
Harry, all the while, was breaking into a smile at Draco's outburst. Who'd ever think that he could get so worked up over nothing?
Draco quickly turned to Harry, ready to tell Potter to keep his animal away from Ayala, when he saw the smile on his face. "What's so funny, Potter?" Draco asked, confusion and a hint of anger on his pale face.
"Nothing, um - It's just really funny how you get angry over nothing." Harry smiled wider just to get on Draco's nerves.
"Nothing? You call *this*," Draco gestured toward the two animals. "nothing?! Are you *insane*, Potter?!"
"No, I'm very much sane, it's just," Harry burst out in a fit of chuckles. "It's just that you seem so -- so..." Harry couldn't finish as he looked at the incredulous look on the flustered boy. Draco's mouth was wide open with astonishment, and he was giving Harry this 'what-the-hell-do-you-see-that's- so-funny' look.
Harry had to burst out laughing. Draco, though, was seriously considering taking Potter, himself, to the Infirmary... Not that he cared at all about the boy, but... 'Can't let an insane boy go around the school scaring everyone else into insanity, now, can we?' He defended himself.
Harry tried to hold in the burst of laughter that was dying to come out, but lo and behold, he cracked. Harry held his stomach in hysterics, as his knees lowered to the ground. He wheezed, trying to slow down his giggling fit. His eyes were watering, and his mouth just couldn't seem to keep closed.
"Potter, I'm *being* serious! What in bloody hell do you find that's *so* funny?!" Draco drawled, rolling his eyes.
"Nothing - It's... It's just -" Harry didn't finish his thoughts as the giggling fit continued. He was now rolling on the leafy ground, getting dirt all over his robes.
Draco's eyes widened. Yep. Harry Potter had finally gone insane. "Now, I told you to get revenge on that Black fellow, hadn't I? But no, you're too 'Gryffindor' for that. So finally, the guilt of not taking the opportunity got to you, didn't it? That's why you're so bloody delirious now, isn't it?" Draco questioned, fully believing his interrogation.
Harry just kept giggling insanely. Finally, he slowed down his breathing and took a few deep breaths. The only thing that was going through Harry's head was 'Oh my God, that lizards a few feet away from Malfoy's head!' Harry knew that wasn't much to laugh at, but for some reason, it was the most hilarious thing in the world, at the time! So, Harry didn't stop laughing like he should have. He pointed at the lizard and started what sounded like screaming. In reality, it was just -- insane laughter.
Draco stared, unfixed, at Harry. "Potter..." Draco whispered. "You've went insane."
Harry screamed harder. Why was everything so goddamned *funny*?! 'Stop laughing, stop laughing, stop laughing...' He kept repeating. But even *that* was funny to him!
'Wait - what if Potter is using some kind of reverse Psychology to get back at me for all the mean things I've done to him?" Draco asked himself. Everything was settled, then. Potter, in an act to *look* like he was going insane, was *actually* using a form of reverse Psychology so he could somehow humiliate Draco and have little rumors to spread back to his little red-and-gold splotched team members!
Draco smirked, and said just that. "I know what you're trying to do, Potter! You're trying to make yourself look insane. But what you're *actually* doing is using a form of reverse Psychology on me that will somehow end up making me humiliate myself in the end, and you will have stupid little rumors to tell to your friends!" Draco said in one big breath.
Harry stopped laughing suddenly. He then pointed at Draco, and laughed. Insanely. He laughed insanely. Draco's eyes widened. "What *is* it? Is there something on my face?! In my hair?!" Draco shrieked, spreading his finger's over his pointed face and slicked back hair.
Harry continued to laugh. In-between the spouts of humor, he noticed something. 'Things that are funny, for some reason, *aren't* funny. And things that *aren't* funny, are!' Harry found this extremely odd, since he'd never had insane, laughing fits like most normal children have at least once in their life, if not more.
Draco glared at Harry. "If you don't shut. UP, Potter, I'll have to make you do it myself." He challenged. Harry still found this funny, so he laughed while pointing a little above Draco's shoulder. Draco didn't bother looking over his shoulder. Instead, Draco just kneeled over Harry... And slapped him. He slapped Harry Potter.
Harry's mouth gaped while holding his hand to his cheek. Then, suddenly,
Harry laughed. And he laughed some more. 'What is *so God damned funny*?' Harry asked himself.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Damn, Potter! You're impossible! Utterly impossible! I think I have to get Madam Pomfrey!" Draco threatened.
Harry held his hands up in defense while trying to keep back his laughing; He failed. "No -- no, don't -- HAHA! -- Don't do that!" Harry giggled.
Ayala and Tarak were both chuckling along with the hilarious scene.
"Potter, what more do I have to do to *shut you up*?!" Draco waited about a minute, glaring, while Harry laughed away at 'God-knows-what'. For some reason, Harry kept pointing at him. 'What is so *funny* about me?!' Draco asked himself, making a mental note to ask his mother about changing his appearance with magical surgery.
Draco grinned mischievously as a thought entered his head. He had kissed many guys before; Ok, maybe it was in his nightmares, and they were kind of -- forced. But he had still kissed them. Maybe he could... Yeah. Just another form of Psychology he could use to trick Potter into shutting up!
Draco leaned over Harry, like he had done for the slap. Instead, he leaned down quickly, and kissed him. Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't laugh anymore. He didn't laugh at all.
What he did do, was start kissing back. This, Draco hadn't expected! Nevertheless, it felt kind of -- good. His lips were soft, and the kiss was sweet. Tender...
Draco stopped at that, and pushed Harry away, a confused look on his face.
"Wait, what...? What am I doing?" Draco asked himself softly, not looking directly into Harry's eyes. Harry hated it when people didn't look into his eyes. You couldn't read their emotions when they did that. Harry liked knowing whether people were telling the truth or not.
Draco stood up quickly and backed into a tree, before turning. He ran out of the Forbidden Forest, with Ayala chasing after him.
'Oh, God, what have I done? I shouldn't have... but why? Why did I do it?! I remember, it was to shut Potter up, but -- such a stupid reason!' Draco rambled in his head.
He knew he was going to regret this whole situation later.
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Chapter Notes::::: I am SOOO sorry! I just HAD to add that insane-giggle- laughter thing with Harry! I've done that SO many times, and I just thought it might be funny to put that in there. (After all, what I said is true. I'll just start laughing -- for no darned reason. Then I'll start laughing at things that aren't funny and stop laughing at things that ARE! It's the wierdest thing, I tell you.) I hope you all liked this chapter. If there's something you don't like about it, or if there's some kind of mistake, tell me pronto in a review, and I'll be sure to change it, if needed. Thanks! ^_^ I love you all. =)