The coach slowed to a stop, and the passengers filed out. Harry ushered
Vanessa to the Three Broomsticks, and Ron did the same with Hermione. But
both gave murderous glares, causing Draco to smile.
"What the bloody hell are you smiling about, Malfoy?" Harry asked callously.
"Because if looks could kill, I'd be dead right now," he answered.
"Well, that's a reason to smile? Jeez, you need a life," Ron said, shaking his head.
"No, Weasel." The grin was wiped from his face, replaced by a pale, cruelly blank expression. "I wish it had killed me," he finished softly, then wandered over to the bar tender and ordered a butterbeer.
Harry's mouth was hanging open, with Ron's following suit. Hermione laughed lightly. "Close your mouths before a fly goes in there. You should know Malfoy is a great actor."
"Yes. but. bloody hell!" Ron replied.
Harry closed his mouth, and calmly told the group he was going to get butterbeers, and took their orders. He stiffly walked up to the bar, ordered the drinks, and waited for the bar tender to deliver them. Standing there, he was right next to Malfoy, who had already polished off 2 butterbeers. He looked up at Harry, then quickly looked down. Harry's drinks were delivered, but he didn't move. His eyes were transfixed on Draco, who took two swigs and finished his third butterbeer.
"What are you staring at, Potter?" Draco said miserably. He slammed down another coin and roughly ordered another butterbeer.
Harry sneered and replied, "Not much." Then he took the drinks and headed back to the table, but not before seeing the forlorn look in Draco's eyes, and ragged edge his voice had taken. 'Its all the drinks, just the drinks.' Deep down he knew it was more than just the drinks, but was too terrified to think of what it might be, and what he might lose.
Vanessa was worried, when Harry came back to the table. He looked distant. She had seen him when he had been upset, and when he had been depressed, but this was different. It looked like he had this huge weight on his shoulders, and couldn't figure out how to lift it. She jumped up and cheerily took the drinks to help distribute them. Once Ron and Hermione had their drinks, she sat down next to Harry and whispered in his ear, "What's wrong Harry? And don't say nothing because I can see it in your eyes." She leaned back and looked into his eyes.
Harry sighed, and looked down at his drink. "Well, it really is nothing for you to worry about. But since you already told me you won't buy that, it's just a complicated thing I made up in my head that doesn't even make sense." He looked up and smiled weakly at her. "I told you it was complicated and that was the extremely brief version." He took a drink out of his mug.
Vanessa was startled, she didn't know what to expect, but certainly not that! She leaned over again, and told him in a quiet voice, "Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here." Then she leaned closer and gave him a quick kiss.
Draco was sitting at the bar, finishing his 5th butterbeer. He ordered another, but the bartender shook his head. "You're loaded man. I'm cutting you off." He pushed the coin back to Draco, and the boy stuffed it his pocket again. He turned around to see what Potter and his group were up to, but almost vomited when he saw Hermione halfway in Ron's lap, and Vanessa centimeters away from Harry face. He shook his head in disgust, and turned back to face the bar. He picked up a pretzel and while he was eating he thought over how much crap he was going through, all because he was so damn hardheaded.
After the kiss, Vanessa blushed and sat back in her seat, sipping her butterbeer. After a few minutes Harry slipped his arm around shoulders, and whispered words she couldn't understand in her ear. She giggled, because he sounded so funny, but he must have taken it differently, because he leaned over and kissed her. She was overwhelmed, but didn't stop him. She was wondering whether or not the "fireworks" people talked about actually occurred, because she felt nothing. After a few minutes, she felt Harry pull back, and get up. She swiveled to where his gaze was, and saw one of the teachers; she hadn't perfected remembering their names yet. She smiled at him, and he grinned back before jogging off to serve his detention.
Harry was unable to control himself. He was normally somewhat reserved, but lately, he had been wild and unpredictable. He inwardly grinned, he was so lucky to have a girlfriend like Vanessa. He didn't even care about the lecture McGonagall was dishing out, accusing him of having no respect for the school. 'Right now, nothing matters,' he thought as he started back to Hogwarts.
"What the bloody hell are you smiling about, Malfoy?" Harry asked callously.
"Because if looks could kill, I'd be dead right now," he answered.
"Well, that's a reason to smile? Jeez, you need a life," Ron said, shaking his head.
"No, Weasel." The grin was wiped from his face, replaced by a pale, cruelly blank expression. "I wish it had killed me," he finished softly, then wandered over to the bar tender and ordered a butterbeer.
Harry's mouth was hanging open, with Ron's following suit. Hermione laughed lightly. "Close your mouths before a fly goes in there. You should know Malfoy is a great actor."
"Yes. but. bloody hell!" Ron replied.
Harry closed his mouth, and calmly told the group he was going to get butterbeers, and took their orders. He stiffly walked up to the bar, ordered the drinks, and waited for the bar tender to deliver them. Standing there, he was right next to Malfoy, who had already polished off 2 butterbeers. He looked up at Harry, then quickly looked down. Harry's drinks were delivered, but he didn't move. His eyes were transfixed on Draco, who took two swigs and finished his third butterbeer.
"What are you staring at, Potter?" Draco said miserably. He slammed down another coin and roughly ordered another butterbeer.
Harry sneered and replied, "Not much." Then he took the drinks and headed back to the table, but not before seeing the forlorn look in Draco's eyes, and ragged edge his voice had taken. 'Its all the drinks, just the drinks.' Deep down he knew it was more than just the drinks, but was too terrified to think of what it might be, and what he might lose.
Vanessa was worried, when Harry came back to the table. He looked distant. She had seen him when he had been upset, and when he had been depressed, but this was different. It looked like he had this huge weight on his shoulders, and couldn't figure out how to lift it. She jumped up and cheerily took the drinks to help distribute them. Once Ron and Hermione had their drinks, she sat down next to Harry and whispered in his ear, "What's wrong Harry? And don't say nothing because I can see it in your eyes." She leaned back and looked into his eyes.
Harry sighed, and looked down at his drink. "Well, it really is nothing for you to worry about. But since you already told me you won't buy that, it's just a complicated thing I made up in my head that doesn't even make sense." He looked up and smiled weakly at her. "I told you it was complicated and that was the extremely brief version." He took a drink out of his mug.
Vanessa was startled, she didn't know what to expect, but certainly not that! She leaned over again, and told him in a quiet voice, "Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here." Then she leaned closer and gave him a quick kiss.
Draco was sitting at the bar, finishing his 5th butterbeer. He ordered another, but the bartender shook his head. "You're loaded man. I'm cutting you off." He pushed the coin back to Draco, and the boy stuffed it his pocket again. He turned around to see what Potter and his group were up to, but almost vomited when he saw Hermione halfway in Ron's lap, and Vanessa centimeters away from Harry face. He shook his head in disgust, and turned back to face the bar. He picked up a pretzel and while he was eating he thought over how much crap he was going through, all because he was so damn hardheaded.
After the kiss, Vanessa blushed and sat back in her seat, sipping her butterbeer. After a few minutes Harry slipped his arm around shoulders, and whispered words she couldn't understand in her ear. She giggled, because he sounded so funny, but he must have taken it differently, because he leaned over and kissed her. She was overwhelmed, but didn't stop him. She was wondering whether or not the "fireworks" people talked about actually occurred, because she felt nothing. After a few minutes, she felt Harry pull back, and get up. She swiveled to where his gaze was, and saw one of the teachers; she hadn't perfected remembering their names yet. She smiled at him, and he grinned back before jogging off to serve his detention.
Harry was unable to control himself. He was normally somewhat reserved, but lately, he had been wild and unpredictable. He inwardly grinned, he was so lucky to have a girlfriend like Vanessa. He didn't even care about the lecture McGonagall was dishing out, accusing him of having no respect for the school. 'Right now, nothing matters,' he thought as he started back to Hogwarts.