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Chapter 4: Involuntary motions
Harry caught up with Ron and Hermione who waited outside the dungeons for him to arrive. Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped into dungeon 5, in which they would start they're first lesson of the year: Potions with Professor Snape. How they dreaded the long greasy lessons. They made their way to their usual seats as far away from the platform in which Snape would stand and mutter on about how late they were to class. Today it had occurred to Harry that Professor Snape was unusually late for his own class.
"Hey Harry I wonder what Snape's doing," Ron chattered
"Probably greasing up his hair so that it doesn't move at all," said Harry gave an evil snigger.
"Oh really..." that voice was unmistakeable and cold, which could only belong to Snape only coming through the doorway and hearing Harry, his lip curled. "Actually I was vomiting up my breakfast...obviously you have noticed my lateness and I suspect you placed something in my breakfast to make me ill..but Mr Potter I don't need anything like that nonsense.because just looking at you makes ill in the stomach."
"But...I didn't put.." Harry begun.
"10 points from Gryfindor," Snape bellowed.
"But Profes..."
"Say one more word and I will be forced to deduct another 10 points from Gryfindor," Snape Snarled.
"Greasy git," Ron spoke loud enough for Harry to hear but not loud enough for Snape. Ron's lip twitched when Snape turn around and looked straight at him, not sure if he had heard or not.
The Potions lesson continued on without any more deductions on house points. Harry kept his mouth closed while slicing fine slices of bezoar for an anecdote to any poison. Harry's slices were perfectly cut until a forceful ramming of Harry's elbow made Harry look up at the culprit who had just devastated the slices.
"Whoops...oh it looks to me that you will need to slice another helping of bezoar," Draco Malfoy smiled wickedly, and placing his hand sarcastically over his mouth, at the bezoar that Harry had damaged beyond repair. Harry eyed Draco, but the loathing of Draco had not completely disappeared but was replaced by a feeling that was itching to get out. Harry's heart pounded, butterflies were flying in his stomach and a smell of lust was in the air. Harry's eyes never left the unaware Slytherin and continued to follow as Draco made his way towards Crabb and Goyle.
"What the hell has gotten into me?" Harry asked under his breath making sure it could not be heard. Draco glanced over towards Harry and smirked. Harry bit his lip and quickly looked down at his bezoar. Draco was glancing, every now and then, at him, and Harry's heart lunged every time their eyes met. Draco had gotten up to fetch some more ingredients for the potion and Harry couldn't help but watch Draco's smooth flowing body under the Hogwarts cloak. Mesmerised by the swaying motion of Draco's strut, Harry's arm on the table held his head. Harry's face applied a smile and his eyes completely glazed over
"Harry...H - Harry!!! I need that bezoar now...Harry!!" Ron stared at Harry's eyes with annoyance and then in the direction Harry was looking. "HARRY!!!" Hermione gave a disapproving stare.
"What..what..what is it..I wasn't looking at anything.." Harry watched Ron hoping he hadn't noticed anything. Looking down he noticed something else. Something unexpected had sprung up. Harry had to think quickly when the bell rang signalling the end of the lesson.
"Hmmm Hermione...would I be able to borrow that book?" Harry pointed to a large book upon Hermione's desk.
"Ummm sure...but it's a book on Muggle Studies, why do you need that? You don't do that subject," Hermione looked confused at the fact that Harry asked for something that Harry didn't need.
"Oh just a bit of research," Harry's voice sounded unconvincing. He grabbed hold of the book and exited the dungeons holding the book low around the waist area and quickly darted off.
"Harry!!! Where are you going we have another class?!?!" Hermione questioned as Harry made his dash.
"Don't worry I'll be there, I just forgot something!!!!" Harry's voice as well as himself disappeared around the corner.
"What's got into him?" Ron face screwed up blankly.
"How should I know?" Hermione motioned Ron a wave as she made her way towards her next class. "Oh tell Harry I might need that book he borrowed later tonight."
Ron made his way up to the North tower where he would begin a lesson of Divination with Professor Trelawney.
Meanwhile Harry made his way towards the only deserted toilet in Hogwarts.the toilets in which Moaning Myrtle occupied. Moaning Myrtle was a ghost that occupied the girl's toilet. He entered and slammed the door. Harry leaned on the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who's there?" Myrtle appeared out of the last cubicle sobbing.
"Just me Myrtle...well at least things are calming down," Harry muttered the last few words under his breath without Myrtle hearing, at the same time looking downwards.
"Oh Harry!!" Myrtle's voice became cheerier. She smiled and blushed, if ghosts could blush. "What are you doing in here?"
"Oh nothing just came to check on how you were, so how are you?" Harry had to buy time.
"You know Harry if you like me, you can just tell me," Myrtle shrugged and smiled broadly.
"Ahhh...I think I better..better go..bye," Harry turned to face the door and tugged at the handle.
"Harry your upsetting my feelings, no wonder I hate boys so much," Myrtle began moaning and sobbing as she had always done.
"No Myrtle.it's just that I need to get to class," Harry's eyes widened as Moaning Myrtle began flooding the toilets, taps began running and toilets were flooding. A crook tap in front of Harry began gathering pressure. Harry dropped Hermione's book and dodged the jets of water from the taps. Unfortunately he ran to the faulty tap and water blew out down the front of his pants. Looking like he had just soiled himself, Harry grabbed hold of Hermione's book, though a little wet, and ran out of there only to bump into Elissa Crockford, a sixth year prefect for Gryfindor.
"Oh watch where you're going please!!" Elissa exclaimed.
"Ahh sorry Elissa, wasn't watching where I was going,"
"You definitely didn't or you wouldn't of went into the GIRL'S toilet and -" Elissa notice "a bit of a mess you've made there."
"Oh this...it's just water...Myrtle was just -" Harry was unable to finish his sentence.
"You don't need to explain yourself to me Harry, just dry off would you and quickly you don't want to be called pissy pants Potter do you? And get to your class. And don't worry Harry I won't tell anyone, I'll see you at the first Quidditch practice shall I?" Elissa strolled off in the opposite direction and left Harry standing in the corridor alone.
"But its just water!!" Harry shouted out after Elissa.
"Of course it is if you say so," Peeves appeared much to Harry's luck. "Hehe Pissy Pants Potter..."
"Damn you Peeves," Harry called but Peeves was too busy making up a Pissy Pants Potter song
A few moments later Harry arrived at the top of North Tower, dried of course. Professor Trelawney watched Harry enter into her classroom and forced a smile. She has never been able to give Harry any good news from her predictions and today didn't seem like she would be changing.
"What took you so long? She has already told me that I'll have misfortune, pain and death all in the same week," Ron spoke in a whisper as Harry made his way towards him.
The lesson continued with several predictions of Harry's gruesome death including one death that seem to be cause by predicting death itself. Lavender and Patil gasped at all of the predictions, Harry however just shoved the predictions to the side like the other untimely death predictions.
"Ahh yes, lunch Harry, I'm starving," Ron stretching in his seat as the bell was heard.
Harry and Ron made their way towards the Great Hall and sat themselves down on the Gryfindor table. Hermione came and sat next to Harry. Hermione glanced over to a soggy large book in front of Harry.
"Is...is that my book?" Hermione questioned, a shocked expression was appearing on her face.
"Yeah it is your book, it wasn't suppose to happen but Moaning Myrtle flooded the toilets and I dropped it, I'm sorry," Harry winced at the thought of wrecking Hermione's books.
"It's okay Harry I've got another one in my dormitory, just don't do it again.anyway did it come in good use?"
"Yes definitely, thanks Hermione," Harry thought that everything had blown over but how wrong was he.
Harry froze over once Malfoy enter the hall. His heart pounded, his temperature rose, his mouth went dry and the butterflies appeared once more in his stomach. Draco was on his mind. Harry's eyes once again glazed over at the sight of Draco. Harry could help himself but watch every slight movement Draco made when he strutted over to the Slytherin table. Harry was unaware that Hermione and Ron had noticed the glazed expression he had. "What do you think is wrong with him?" Hermione questioned Ron.
"I don't know but he had the same expression on his face in Potions," Ron watched Harry closely. "What is he looking at anyway?"
Hermione looked in the direction of Malfoy and Ron swivelled around to Draco's direction as well.
"Harry...Harry can you hear me Harry?" Ron shouted in Harry's ear. Harry blinked.
"What's wrong Ron?" Harry looked as though he came out of a trance.
"What's happening Harry...I noticed in potions but I didn't say anything but you've done it again," Ron watched Harry disapprovingly. "Your eyes they glaze over when you look at Malfoy."
"They do not Ron, your just seeing things," Harry replied quickly.
"It's Malfoy isn't it Harry?"
"Has he put a curse on you or something?" Hermione spoke, putting her logical brain into it.
"You could say that," Harry going a little red around the cheeks.
"Well, do something about it Hermione."
"I'm sure it will wear off sooner or later," Hermione's brow furrowed. "Well I better go and prepared for my next lesson."
"Ahh Hermione, can I borrow that book again?"
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Chapter 4: Involuntary motions
Harry caught up with Ron and Hermione who waited outside the dungeons for him to arrive. Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped into dungeon 5, in which they would start they're first lesson of the year: Potions with Professor Snape. How they dreaded the long greasy lessons. They made their way to their usual seats as far away from the platform in which Snape would stand and mutter on about how late they were to class. Today it had occurred to Harry that Professor Snape was unusually late for his own class.
"Hey Harry I wonder what Snape's doing," Ron chattered
"Probably greasing up his hair so that it doesn't move at all," said Harry gave an evil snigger.
"Oh really..." that voice was unmistakeable and cold, which could only belong to Snape only coming through the doorway and hearing Harry, his lip curled. "Actually I was vomiting up my breakfast...obviously you have noticed my lateness and I suspect you placed something in my breakfast to make me ill..but Mr Potter I don't need anything like that nonsense.because just looking at you makes ill in the stomach."
"But...I didn't put.." Harry begun.
"10 points from Gryfindor," Snape bellowed.
"But Profes..."
"Say one more word and I will be forced to deduct another 10 points from Gryfindor," Snape Snarled.
"Greasy git," Ron spoke loud enough for Harry to hear but not loud enough for Snape. Ron's lip twitched when Snape turn around and looked straight at him, not sure if he had heard or not.
The Potions lesson continued on without any more deductions on house points. Harry kept his mouth closed while slicing fine slices of bezoar for an anecdote to any poison. Harry's slices were perfectly cut until a forceful ramming of Harry's elbow made Harry look up at the culprit who had just devastated the slices.
"Whoops...oh it looks to me that you will need to slice another helping of bezoar," Draco Malfoy smiled wickedly, and placing his hand sarcastically over his mouth, at the bezoar that Harry had damaged beyond repair. Harry eyed Draco, but the loathing of Draco had not completely disappeared but was replaced by a feeling that was itching to get out. Harry's heart pounded, butterflies were flying in his stomach and a smell of lust was in the air. Harry's eyes never left the unaware Slytherin and continued to follow as Draco made his way towards Crabb and Goyle.
"What the hell has gotten into me?" Harry asked under his breath making sure it could not be heard. Draco glanced over towards Harry and smirked. Harry bit his lip and quickly looked down at his bezoar. Draco was glancing, every now and then, at him, and Harry's heart lunged every time their eyes met. Draco had gotten up to fetch some more ingredients for the potion and Harry couldn't help but watch Draco's smooth flowing body under the Hogwarts cloak. Mesmerised by the swaying motion of Draco's strut, Harry's arm on the table held his head. Harry's face applied a smile and his eyes completely glazed over
"Harry...H - Harry!!! I need that bezoar now...Harry!!" Ron stared at Harry's eyes with annoyance and then in the direction Harry was looking. "HARRY!!!" Hermione gave a disapproving stare.
"What..what..what is it..I wasn't looking at anything.." Harry watched Ron hoping he hadn't noticed anything. Looking down he noticed something else. Something unexpected had sprung up. Harry had to think quickly when the bell rang signalling the end of the lesson.
"Hmmm Hermione...would I be able to borrow that book?" Harry pointed to a large book upon Hermione's desk.
"Ummm sure...but it's a book on Muggle Studies, why do you need that? You don't do that subject," Hermione looked confused at the fact that Harry asked for something that Harry didn't need.
"Oh just a bit of research," Harry's voice sounded unconvincing. He grabbed hold of the book and exited the dungeons holding the book low around the waist area and quickly darted off.
"Harry!!! Where are you going we have another class?!?!" Hermione questioned as Harry made his dash.
"Don't worry I'll be there, I just forgot something!!!!" Harry's voice as well as himself disappeared around the corner.
"What's got into him?" Ron face screwed up blankly.
"How should I know?" Hermione motioned Ron a wave as she made her way towards her next class. "Oh tell Harry I might need that book he borrowed later tonight."
Ron made his way up to the North tower where he would begin a lesson of Divination with Professor Trelawney.
Meanwhile Harry made his way towards the only deserted toilet in Hogwarts.the toilets in which Moaning Myrtle occupied. Moaning Myrtle was a ghost that occupied the girl's toilet. He entered and slammed the door. Harry leaned on the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who's there?" Myrtle appeared out of the last cubicle sobbing.
"Just me Myrtle...well at least things are calming down," Harry muttered the last few words under his breath without Myrtle hearing, at the same time looking downwards.
"Oh Harry!!" Myrtle's voice became cheerier. She smiled and blushed, if ghosts could blush. "What are you doing in here?"
"Oh nothing just came to check on how you were, so how are you?" Harry had to buy time.
"You know Harry if you like me, you can just tell me," Myrtle shrugged and smiled broadly.
"Ahhh...I think I better..better go..bye," Harry turned to face the door and tugged at the handle.
"Harry your upsetting my feelings, no wonder I hate boys so much," Myrtle began moaning and sobbing as she had always done.
"No Myrtle.it's just that I need to get to class," Harry's eyes widened as Moaning Myrtle began flooding the toilets, taps began running and toilets were flooding. A crook tap in front of Harry began gathering pressure. Harry dropped Hermione's book and dodged the jets of water from the taps. Unfortunately he ran to the faulty tap and water blew out down the front of his pants. Looking like he had just soiled himself, Harry grabbed hold of Hermione's book, though a little wet, and ran out of there only to bump into Elissa Crockford, a sixth year prefect for Gryfindor.
"Oh watch where you're going please!!" Elissa exclaimed.
"Ahh sorry Elissa, wasn't watching where I was going,"
"You definitely didn't or you wouldn't of went into the GIRL'S toilet and -" Elissa notice "a bit of a mess you've made there."
"Oh this...it's just water...Myrtle was just -" Harry was unable to finish his sentence.
"You don't need to explain yourself to me Harry, just dry off would you and quickly you don't want to be called pissy pants Potter do you? And get to your class. And don't worry Harry I won't tell anyone, I'll see you at the first Quidditch practice shall I?" Elissa strolled off in the opposite direction and left Harry standing in the corridor alone.
"But its just water!!" Harry shouted out after Elissa.
"Of course it is if you say so," Peeves appeared much to Harry's luck. "Hehe Pissy Pants Potter..."
"Damn you Peeves," Harry called but Peeves was too busy making up a Pissy Pants Potter song
A few moments later Harry arrived at the top of North Tower, dried of course. Professor Trelawney watched Harry enter into her classroom and forced a smile. She has never been able to give Harry any good news from her predictions and today didn't seem like she would be changing.
"What took you so long? She has already told me that I'll have misfortune, pain and death all in the same week," Ron spoke in a whisper as Harry made his way towards him.
The lesson continued with several predictions of Harry's gruesome death including one death that seem to be cause by predicting death itself. Lavender and Patil gasped at all of the predictions, Harry however just shoved the predictions to the side like the other untimely death predictions.
"Ahh yes, lunch Harry, I'm starving," Ron stretching in his seat as the bell was heard.
Harry and Ron made their way towards the Great Hall and sat themselves down on the Gryfindor table. Hermione came and sat next to Harry. Hermione glanced over to a soggy large book in front of Harry.
"Is...is that my book?" Hermione questioned, a shocked expression was appearing on her face.
"Yeah it is your book, it wasn't suppose to happen but Moaning Myrtle flooded the toilets and I dropped it, I'm sorry," Harry winced at the thought of wrecking Hermione's books.
"It's okay Harry I've got another one in my dormitory, just don't do it again.anyway did it come in good use?"
"Yes definitely, thanks Hermione," Harry thought that everything had blown over but how wrong was he.
Harry froze over once Malfoy enter the hall. His heart pounded, his temperature rose, his mouth went dry and the butterflies appeared once more in his stomach. Draco was on his mind. Harry's eyes once again glazed over at the sight of Draco. Harry could help himself but watch every slight movement Draco made when he strutted over to the Slytherin table. Harry was unaware that Hermione and Ron had noticed the glazed expression he had. "What do you think is wrong with him?" Hermione questioned Ron.
"I don't know but he had the same expression on his face in Potions," Ron watched Harry closely. "What is he looking at anyway?"
Hermione looked in the direction of Malfoy and Ron swivelled around to Draco's direction as well.
"Harry...Harry can you hear me Harry?" Ron shouted in Harry's ear. Harry blinked.
"What's wrong Ron?" Harry looked as though he came out of a trance.
"What's happening Harry...I noticed in potions but I didn't say anything but you've done it again," Ron watched Harry disapprovingly. "Your eyes they glaze over when you look at Malfoy."
"They do not Ron, your just seeing things," Harry replied quickly.
"It's Malfoy isn't it Harry?"
"Has he put a curse on you or something?" Hermione spoke, putting her logical brain into it.
"You could say that," Harry going a little red around the cheeks.
"Well, do something about it Hermione."
"I'm sure it will wear off sooner or later," Hermione's brow furrowed. "Well I better go and prepared for my next lesson."
"Ahh Hermione, can I borrow that book again?"
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