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Michelle - Hi *waves madly* I glad you like my story so much, and I didn't know you were married to Harry hehehehe
Icyflame - wouldn't you like to know who took another one of Hermione's hairs that will be revealed in time.
Grrbaby - Yes, suggestive David muahahahaha I'm so evil, just wait for what I've got planned bahahahaha you'll better be scared. Oh you like it Katie NEKKID
Ever be - damn it you have revealed my evilness (nah just joking), I'm glad you think it's a great idea, just wait for what I've got installed
A big hello to all my reviewers *holds up a huge banner with the words HELLO written on it* I hope I didn't make you wait too long for my update but I have been a busy bee (mmmmmmm honey) and I have also tried to make this chapter worth your while. But I have to build up the tension for the Harry and Draco action, so be patient but I know yous all want some action between them two but you'll have to wait because I know when its going to happen and its not going to be TOO soon. But don't worry it will happen. Okay I'll shut up now.........
Chapter 8: Something's brewing
Harry had left Hermione after plucking one fine strand of hair from her head. He held it tightly and made his direction toward the girl's toilet, which occupied Moaning Myrtle. Harry had set his equipment and ingredients in there for the past few days and was just about ready to start brewing the polyjuice potion. Harry was surprised that he had not encountered Myrtle during those days or he would have to find another no go area for his concoction. Harry slid into the bathroom and walked over to the last toilet and placed Hermione's hair into a jar for safekeeping. Harry knew the potion would take at least one month to complete and was lucky that he had a patient personality. He brought out his cauldron and started inspecting what ingredients he had and which ones were to be stolen to complete the list. Not long after a fit of giggles was heard. Harry looked around the room and focused on the female ghost, Myrtle.
"Hello Harry," Myrtle seemed cheerier than usual.
"Hello Myrtle," Harry greeted the amused ghost.
"If you've come to say how much you like me, its too late,"
"I haven't come -" Harry was cut short
"There's not need to deny your feelings towards me, I've found someone else. I really like him and his going to share the bathroom with me," Myrtle smiled.
"Who is it?" Harry hoped to get Myrtle of his back and it had finally happened. Harry was quickly silenced by another, very familiar voice.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are, where's my mushing moaning Myrtle?" the voice trailed into Harry's ears.
Myrtle giggled loudly. "Here he is now." Myrtle pointed towards the direction of a handsome, tall and familiar looking ghost.
"Cedric??" Harry looked bemused.
"Harry, I didn't know you were in here........my, my, hasn't it been a long time?" Cedric greeted Harry with a warm smile.
"Yes it has, what are you doing here?"
"I've decided to take my residence here at Hogwarts,"
"That's great," Harry beamed a smile at Cedric.
"So what are you doing in the girls toilet? Not hitting on my girl, are you?" Cedric eyed Harry.
"No, not at all," Harry started.
"He's just here to confess his love for me," Myrtle began.
"That's not true," Harry rebutted.
"You see, his lying," Myrtle pointed a finger at Harry.
"Myrtle my dear, this is between Harry and I," Cedric brushed past Myrtle and came towards Harry. "Is this true Harry?" Harry could see a hint of frustration in Cedric's eyes.
"No, its not true" Harry replied. Cedric's face gleamed and he smiled.
"Just kidding Harry, it's okay because I get her at night," Cedric smirked. "What are you doing anyway?"
"I'm making a potion, do me a favour, don't let anyone in the last toilet," Harry asked.
"Sure anything for a bit of mischief making," Cedric quickly turned to Myrtle and gave a suggestive smirk. They began violently kissing and ghostly clothes began flying.
Harry knew when he wouldn't be wanted and left the toilets as quick as his legs would let him. Harry did not want to witness ghost mating even if he had witnessed a lot stranger things. Harry directed himself towards his dorm and ascended up the stairs. At that particular moment he remembered his friends. Harry had occupied himself with the completion of the potion that classes and Quidditch practice was the only time he talked to either one of his friends, Ron and Hermione. There was another task yet to be done.
"Oh damn, Ron...." Harry mumbled to himself and quickly went in search for the red head boy. He had almost abandoned search until he reached the library. Hermione was sure to know where Ron may be. She knew all right, she sat next to a disinterested Ron while scribbling madly on parchment. Ron was looking up at the ceiling blowing bubbles with his saliva and twiddling his thumbs. He looked relieved and frustrated at the same time when he saw Harry enter the library.
"Ron, I'm so sorry. I totally forgot about that wand you had to get and I completely forgot to help you," Harry hoped he would still be able to be of service.
"Harry, you haven't been around for days. I've been stuck with this potion's obsessed Hermione. My brain's frazzled," Ron turned to look at Hermione but she put her head down angrily and continued with her study.
"Hermione, I didn't know you were potion's obsessed?" Harry looked puzzled, no one ever became potion's obsessed.
"I am now," Hermione smirked suggestively and continued hacking away at the parchment.
Harry looked away and turned to Ron, who was disgusted at Hermione's effort towards the parchment. "So Ron, about that wand, do you want to grab it tonight?"
"Sure as long as I don't have to heard another word about Potions or Snape," Ron looked over at Hermione, who looked at Ron with anger.
~~~
Later that night, Harry and Ron finished their dinners early, slipped away from the Gryffindor table and made their way toward their dorms. Tonight was a rare night without the hustle and bustle of Quidditch practice, Harry had changed their schedules, four nights a week as the coming Quidditch season was on it's way. Ron didn't like it but "it had to be done," Harry was sounding quite like the previous Gryffindor captain, Oliver Wood.
Harry opened his trunk and grabbed the essential objects that would assist them in their search for Fred and George's wand. Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak and grabbed his Marauders Map just in case they bumped into someone unexpected. The cloak was thrown over the two boys and they disappeared into the setting of the dorm.
"So where is it Ron?" Harry whispered as they walked through the portrait hole.
"what....who's there?" the fat lady questioned. Harry and Ron remained silent.
The two walked a few feet away before it was safe to whisper. "Fred and George say it's in Filch's office." They headed in the direction of Filch's office and Harry quickly checked his map to make sure that Filch and Mrs Norris were still in the Great Hall for dinner.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry pointed his wand to the parchment and instantly thick lines spread and created a detailed map of Hogwarts. Harry looked at the dot labelled "Argus Filch" and neatly placed next to it was a dot labelled "Mrs Norris," they were safely in the Great Hall. But Harry had looked closely at another dot that was approaching in their direction. The dot labelled "Draco Malfoy."
"What is Malfoy doing? Shouldn't he be at dinner?" Ron peered over Harry's shoulder.
"Probably looking for something else that would satisfy his hunger," Harry smirked and Draco appeared in view in front of the two under the invisibility cloak. The "Draco Malfoy" dot moved closer. Draco moved closer towards Harry as if he knew something was hiding. Ron held him breath and began to go blue and gasped.
"Who's there?"Malfoy looked around closely in the area that Harry and Ron stood. Harry looked impatiently at Ron, who had an apologetic and frighten face plastered on.
Malfoy's face drew nearer and the empty space between Harry and Draco was non-existent. Their breaths were ordered and Harry felt the warm air flow from Draco's parted lips. Harry could not move, his back reached the wall and there was nowhere to go. Draco's face looked straight through Harry, Harry looked into Draco's silver blue eyes and felt weak in the knees. Their faces came closer and closer until there was an inch between their lips. Harry's forehead perspired and he held his breath longing for his lips to touch Draco's. Draco backed away.
"I must be hearing things," Draco blinked and continued down the corridor. Harry longed to follow.
"Harry we can continue now?" Ron brought Harry back from his fantasies with his whisper and Harry nodded.
Harry and Ron proceeded down towards the office and slid through the door. Filch's room was dark and damp.
"Lumos," Harry raised his wand and uncovered themselves from the invisibility cloak. Ron followed and their wands lightened the room.
"There," Ron pointed towards a large filing cabinet; one draw marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous. They stepped towards the cabinet and pulled it open. Ron rummaged through the assortment of lamps, rotting potion ingredients, bubble gum, radio, and a tatty looking wand with small lettering engraved on its side.
"That's the one all right, see it's labelled with a 'F' and a 'G'," Ron pointed at the engraved lettering. "Most of the items in this draw probably made their way here through the mischief's of Fred and George...... look that's our radio."
Ron seated himself in Filch's chair and looked concerned.
"What is it Ron?" Harry questioned.
"Ummm Harry can I ask you something?" Ron was turning a shade of red.
"Sure, what is it?"
"How long have you been gay?" Ron confronted Harry.
"Oh I've been happy ever since I came to Hogwarts, why?"
"I didn't mean happy gay, I meant gay gay,"
"What?? You think I'm gay?"
"Well the way you looked at Malfoy just before, I noted a lot of sexual tension on your part," Ron was right, whenever Harry and Draco were near each other, sexual tension leaked out, and it was about time someone notice.
"I'm not gay," Harry wasn't sure of himself. "Am I?"
Ron looked concerned for Harry and gave him reassurance. He also questioned Harry on his behaviour and gave proofs to establish anything that clicked in Harry's mind. Harry resurfaced with a worried look.
"I am gay.....but I can't be......I do......not.....no......it can't be, but it explains everything, I am gay," Harry felt relieved to let everything out. But felt as if Ron was uncomfortable.
"Its okay Harry, I have nothing against you, just your choice in men, in other words Malfoy," Ron chuckled. "At least you and Hermione have something in common, you both like men and don't worry Harry, I'm still your best friend no matter what." Harry felt warm inside and smiled at Ron.
Harry and Ron recovered themselves under the safety of the invisibility cloak and marched out with the Marauders map in one hand and the wand in the other. They stepped carefully passed the portrait of the fat lady and came to a stop in the Gryffindor common room. And sat on the couch in front of the fire, they pulled the cloak off and examined the wand closely.
"It's a stupid wand, don't know why Fred and George want this tatty looking thing," Ron examined the wand.
"You said their names!!" Harry spoke, wide eyed. Ron cupped his mouth with his hand but held on to the wand. "It said in the letter not to say their names."
Nothing happened a few moments later and Ron's hand was removed so he could breath.
"Stupid thing, I wonder what's so important about this wand and saying their names didn't do nothing," Ron questioned looking at every fine detail in the wand end.
"Do you mind," a twig slapped Ron's nose as he examined the bottom of he wand. Ron looked up in surprise.
"What was that?" Ron looked frighten and shocked. Harry shrugged his shoulders and looked at the wand closely. The wand started sprouting four twigs and they became arms and legs.
"What the hell is going on here?" Harry watched the wand as eyes and mouth appeared.
"I said do you mind NOT looking up my arse?" the wand spoke again and looked at Ron disapprovingly. Ron on the other hand had a shocked expression plastered on his face.
"Did you just hear it, Harry?" Ron spoke still in a state of complete shock.
"Of course I heard it," Harry replied bluntly. The wand started pacing back and forth upon Ron's jittery hand.
"Hey focus attention here," the wand pointed to itself.
"Did Fred and George say what to do when we say their names?" Harry watched the wand do the can-can, trying to attract attention.
"Look at me, look at me!!" The wand proceeded to gain awareness from the two distraught Gryffindors.
"Shut up, you stupid wand," Ron snapped back, I was clear that he had had enough.
"What did you say to me? You want to take it out there Red head," The wand balled his fists and started to punch the air around him.
Ron grabbed the wand supposably where the neck was and tried to strangle it. "You little weakling," the wand shouted out.
"Why you little.......prick!!" Ron replied automatically. But the wand produced fiery sparks from the top of his head and directed the sparks towards Ron.
"Ouch, you......" Ron released the wand from his gripped and nursed his burns.
"So this is what they call a self magic wand," Harry leaped forward to grab the wand but the wand effortlessly dodged the oncoming scramble of arms and leaped towards the exit through the portrait hole.
"Quick we have to get him back!" Ron shouted out after the wand. But Harry pulled him back.
"There's no point in looking for him now, we might get detention and it's to dark now to find anything that small," Harry said while leading Ron to their bedrooms.
"Oh great we have a mischief making self-magic wand with personality on the loose," Ron replied.
"We'll send an owl to Fred and George tomorrow, they'll know what to do," Harry looked at Ron, who reluctantly agreed.
~~~
The next morning found Harry and Ron sleeping in until the start of first lesson.
"Oh bugger, look at the time!" Ron slapped his forehead. The next few minutes were a blur as Harry and Ron quickly got changed and ran to their class. Ron's stomach rumbled all the way down to class.
The next few classes, Harry and Ron were quite relieved that any information about a self-magic wand hadn't made its way to their ears. They arrived to lunch and told Hermione of their outing last night and what discovery they had made.
"What? You're joking? They actually made a self-magic wand?" Hermione questioned with delight.
"Keep your voice down Hermione, we don't want everybody to know about it," Ron whispered.
"Know about what, Weasley?" The voice belonged to Draco Malfoy. Harry who sat opposite Ron, observed Draco as he made his way to their table.
"Oh nothing, just your sex life but then again everybody already knows about YOUR sex life whether they want to or not," Ron rebutted.
"Your just jealous, you're not getting as much action as me," Draco laughed, turned to Hermione and smirked. Harry noticed straight away and felt the jealous rise up a notch. Harry knew that in a few more days time, the polyjuice would be ready for tasting.
Draco moved away and continued to his Slytherin table. Harry watched as Draco swayed his hips from side to side and licked his lips. Harry grabbed hold of the saltshaker and sprinkled it on his lunch. While doing that he continued watching Draco from a far and was emersed in his own little world......
"Umm Harry, you got enough salt there?" Hermione questioned Harry.
"What........oh yeah that's how much I want," Harry replied not knowing how much exactly he had put on his lunch. He scooped up a spoonful and cramped it into his mouth, just realising how much salt he put on it. Harry sprayed the salty lunch out of his mouth and wiped the residue left around his lips. Looking up, Harry laughed at the fact that his lunch had ended up on Ron's expressionless face.
Just at that moment, rushing past, Melissa Clairvoy greeted the trio and left as quickly as she could with Gilderoy Lockhart in close pursuit, "Melissa, can I carry your books for you?"
Harry looked up and made eye contact with the blonde Slytherin, they both smirked at one another. Harry thought to himself, only a few more days.
~~~
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Michelle - Hi *waves madly* I glad you like my story so much, and I didn't know you were married to Harry hehehehe
Icyflame - wouldn't you like to know who took another one of Hermione's hairs that will be revealed in time.
Grrbaby - Yes, suggestive David muahahahaha I'm so evil, just wait for what I've got planned bahahahaha you'll better be scared. Oh you like it Katie NEKKID
Ever be - damn it you have revealed my evilness (nah just joking), I'm glad you think it's a great idea, just wait for what I've got installed
A big hello to all my reviewers *holds up a huge banner with the words HELLO written on it* I hope I didn't make you wait too long for my update but I have been a busy bee (mmmmmmm honey) and I have also tried to make this chapter worth your while. But I have to build up the tension for the Harry and Draco action, so be patient but I know yous all want some action between them two but you'll have to wait because I know when its going to happen and its not going to be TOO soon. But don't worry it will happen. Okay I'll shut up now.........
Chapter 8: Something's brewing
Harry had left Hermione after plucking one fine strand of hair from her head. He held it tightly and made his direction toward the girl's toilet, which occupied Moaning Myrtle. Harry had set his equipment and ingredients in there for the past few days and was just about ready to start brewing the polyjuice potion. Harry was surprised that he had not encountered Myrtle during those days or he would have to find another no go area for his concoction. Harry slid into the bathroom and walked over to the last toilet and placed Hermione's hair into a jar for safekeeping. Harry knew the potion would take at least one month to complete and was lucky that he had a patient personality. He brought out his cauldron and started inspecting what ingredients he had and which ones were to be stolen to complete the list. Not long after a fit of giggles was heard. Harry looked around the room and focused on the female ghost, Myrtle.
"Hello Harry," Myrtle seemed cheerier than usual.
"Hello Myrtle," Harry greeted the amused ghost.
"If you've come to say how much you like me, its too late,"
"I haven't come -" Harry was cut short
"There's not need to deny your feelings towards me, I've found someone else. I really like him and his going to share the bathroom with me," Myrtle smiled.
"Who is it?" Harry hoped to get Myrtle of his back and it had finally happened. Harry was quickly silenced by another, very familiar voice.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are, where's my mushing moaning Myrtle?" the voice trailed into Harry's ears.
Myrtle giggled loudly. "Here he is now." Myrtle pointed towards the direction of a handsome, tall and familiar looking ghost.
"Cedric??" Harry looked bemused.
"Harry, I didn't know you were in here........my, my, hasn't it been a long time?" Cedric greeted Harry with a warm smile.
"Yes it has, what are you doing here?"
"I've decided to take my residence here at Hogwarts,"
"That's great," Harry beamed a smile at Cedric.
"So what are you doing in the girls toilet? Not hitting on my girl, are you?" Cedric eyed Harry.
"No, not at all," Harry started.
"He's just here to confess his love for me," Myrtle began.
"That's not true," Harry rebutted.
"You see, his lying," Myrtle pointed a finger at Harry.
"Myrtle my dear, this is between Harry and I," Cedric brushed past Myrtle and came towards Harry. "Is this true Harry?" Harry could see a hint of frustration in Cedric's eyes.
"No, its not true" Harry replied. Cedric's face gleamed and he smiled.
"Just kidding Harry, it's okay because I get her at night," Cedric smirked. "What are you doing anyway?"
"I'm making a potion, do me a favour, don't let anyone in the last toilet," Harry asked.
"Sure anything for a bit of mischief making," Cedric quickly turned to Myrtle and gave a suggestive smirk. They began violently kissing and ghostly clothes began flying.
Harry knew when he wouldn't be wanted and left the toilets as quick as his legs would let him. Harry did not want to witness ghost mating even if he had witnessed a lot stranger things. Harry directed himself towards his dorm and ascended up the stairs. At that particular moment he remembered his friends. Harry had occupied himself with the completion of the potion that classes and Quidditch practice was the only time he talked to either one of his friends, Ron and Hermione. There was another task yet to be done.
"Oh damn, Ron...." Harry mumbled to himself and quickly went in search for the red head boy. He had almost abandoned search until he reached the library. Hermione was sure to know where Ron may be. She knew all right, she sat next to a disinterested Ron while scribbling madly on parchment. Ron was looking up at the ceiling blowing bubbles with his saliva and twiddling his thumbs. He looked relieved and frustrated at the same time when he saw Harry enter the library.
"Ron, I'm so sorry. I totally forgot about that wand you had to get and I completely forgot to help you," Harry hoped he would still be able to be of service.
"Harry, you haven't been around for days. I've been stuck with this potion's obsessed Hermione. My brain's frazzled," Ron turned to look at Hermione but she put her head down angrily and continued with her study.
"Hermione, I didn't know you were potion's obsessed?" Harry looked puzzled, no one ever became potion's obsessed.
"I am now," Hermione smirked suggestively and continued hacking away at the parchment.
Harry looked away and turned to Ron, who was disgusted at Hermione's effort towards the parchment. "So Ron, about that wand, do you want to grab it tonight?"
"Sure as long as I don't have to heard another word about Potions or Snape," Ron looked over at Hermione, who looked at Ron with anger.
~~~
Later that night, Harry and Ron finished their dinners early, slipped away from the Gryffindor table and made their way toward their dorms. Tonight was a rare night without the hustle and bustle of Quidditch practice, Harry had changed their schedules, four nights a week as the coming Quidditch season was on it's way. Ron didn't like it but "it had to be done," Harry was sounding quite like the previous Gryffindor captain, Oliver Wood.
Harry opened his trunk and grabbed the essential objects that would assist them in their search for Fred and George's wand. Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak and grabbed his Marauders Map just in case they bumped into someone unexpected. The cloak was thrown over the two boys and they disappeared into the setting of the dorm.
"So where is it Ron?" Harry whispered as they walked through the portrait hole.
"what....who's there?" the fat lady questioned. Harry and Ron remained silent.
The two walked a few feet away before it was safe to whisper. "Fred and George say it's in Filch's office." They headed in the direction of Filch's office and Harry quickly checked his map to make sure that Filch and Mrs Norris were still in the Great Hall for dinner.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry pointed his wand to the parchment and instantly thick lines spread and created a detailed map of Hogwarts. Harry looked at the dot labelled "Argus Filch" and neatly placed next to it was a dot labelled "Mrs Norris," they were safely in the Great Hall. But Harry had looked closely at another dot that was approaching in their direction. The dot labelled "Draco Malfoy."
"What is Malfoy doing? Shouldn't he be at dinner?" Ron peered over Harry's shoulder.
"Probably looking for something else that would satisfy his hunger," Harry smirked and Draco appeared in view in front of the two under the invisibility cloak. The "Draco Malfoy" dot moved closer. Draco moved closer towards Harry as if he knew something was hiding. Ron held him breath and began to go blue and gasped.
"Who's there?"Malfoy looked around closely in the area that Harry and Ron stood. Harry looked impatiently at Ron, who had an apologetic and frighten face plastered on.
Malfoy's face drew nearer and the empty space between Harry and Draco was non-existent. Their breaths were ordered and Harry felt the warm air flow from Draco's parted lips. Harry could not move, his back reached the wall and there was nowhere to go. Draco's face looked straight through Harry, Harry looked into Draco's silver blue eyes and felt weak in the knees. Their faces came closer and closer until there was an inch between their lips. Harry's forehead perspired and he held his breath longing for his lips to touch Draco's. Draco backed away.
"I must be hearing things," Draco blinked and continued down the corridor. Harry longed to follow.
"Harry we can continue now?" Ron brought Harry back from his fantasies with his whisper and Harry nodded.
Harry and Ron proceeded down towards the office and slid through the door. Filch's room was dark and damp.
"Lumos," Harry raised his wand and uncovered themselves from the invisibility cloak. Ron followed and their wands lightened the room.
"There," Ron pointed towards a large filing cabinet; one draw marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous. They stepped towards the cabinet and pulled it open. Ron rummaged through the assortment of lamps, rotting potion ingredients, bubble gum, radio, and a tatty looking wand with small lettering engraved on its side.
"That's the one all right, see it's labelled with a 'F' and a 'G'," Ron pointed at the engraved lettering. "Most of the items in this draw probably made their way here through the mischief's of Fred and George...... look that's our radio."
Ron seated himself in Filch's chair and looked concerned.
"What is it Ron?" Harry questioned.
"Ummm Harry can I ask you something?" Ron was turning a shade of red.
"Sure, what is it?"
"How long have you been gay?" Ron confronted Harry.
"Oh I've been happy ever since I came to Hogwarts, why?"
"I didn't mean happy gay, I meant gay gay,"
"What?? You think I'm gay?"
"Well the way you looked at Malfoy just before, I noted a lot of sexual tension on your part," Ron was right, whenever Harry and Draco were near each other, sexual tension leaked out, and it was about time someone notice.
"I'm not gay," Harry wasn't sure of himself. "Am I?"
Ron looked concerned for Harry and gave him reassurance. He also questioned Harry on his behaviour and gave proofs to establish anything that clicked in Harry's mind. Harry resurfaced with a worried look.
"I am gay.....but I can't be......I do......not.....no......it can't be, but it explains everything, I am gay," Harry felt relieved to let everything out. But felt as if Ron was uncomfortable.
"Its okay Harry, I have nothing against you, just your choice in men, in other words Malfoy," Ron chuckled. "At least you and Hermione have something in common, you both like men and don't worry Harry, I'm still your best friend no matter what." Harry felt warm inside and smiled at Ron.
Harry and Ron recovered themselves under the safety of the invisibility cloak and marched out with the Marauders map in one hand and the wand in the other. They stepped carefully passed the portrait of the fat lady and came to a stop in the Gryffindor common room. And sat on the couch in front of the fire, they pulled the cloak off and examined the wand closely.
"It's a stupid wand, don't know why Fred and George want this tatty looking thing," Ron examined the wand.
"You said their names!!" Harry spoke, wide eyed. Ron cupped his mouth with his hand but held on to the wand. "It said in the letter not to say their names."
Nothing happened a few moments later and Ron's hand was removed so he could breath.
"Stupid thing, I wonder what's so important about this wand and saying their names didn't do nothing," Ron questioned looking at every fine detail in the wand end.
"Do you mind," a twig slapped Ron's nose as he examined the bottom of he wand. Ron looked up in surprise.
"What was that?" Ron looked frighten and shocked. Harry shrugged his shoulders and looked at the wand closely. The wand started sprouting four twigs and they became arms and legs.
"What the hell is going on here?" Harry watched the wand as eyes and mouth appeared.
"I said do you mind NOT looking up my arse?" the wand spoke again and looked at Ron disapprovingly. Ron on the other hand had a shocked expression plastered on his face.
"Did you just hear it, Harry?" Ron spoke still in a state of complete shock.
"Of course I heard it," Harry replied bluntly. The wand started pacing back and forth upon Ron's jittery hand.
"Hey focus attention here," the wand pointed to itself.
"Did Fred and George say what to do when we say their names?" Harry watched the wand do the can-can, trying to attract attention.
"Look at me, look at me!!" The wand proceeded to gain awareness from the two distraught Gryffindors.
"Shut up, you stupid wand," Ron snapped back, I was clear that he had had enough.
"What did you say to me? You want to take it out there Red head," The wand balled his fists and started to punch the air around him.
Ron grabbed the wand supposably where the neck was and tried to strangle it. "You little weakling," the wand shouted out.
"Why you little.......prick!!" Ron replied automatically. But the wand produced fiery sparks from the top of his head and directed the sparks towards Ron.
"Ouch, you......" Ron released the wand from his gripped and nursed his burns.
"So this is what they call a self magic wand," Harry leaped forward to grab the wand but the wand effortlessly dodged the oncoming scramble of arms and leaped towards the exit through the portrait hole.
"Quick we have to get him back!" Ron shouted out after the wand. But Harry pulled him back.
"There's no point in looking for him now, we might get detention and it's to dark now to find anything that small," Harry said while leading Ron to their bedrooms.
"Oh great we have a mischief making self-magic wand with personality on the loose," Ron replied.
"We'll send an owl to Fred and George tomorrow, they'll know what to do," Harry looked at Ron, who reluctantly agreed.
~~~
The next morning found Harry and Ron sleeping in until the start of first lesson.
"Oh bugger, look at the time!" Ron slapped his forehead. The next few minutes were a blur as Harry and Ron quickly got changed and ran to their class. Ron's stomach rumbled all the way down to class.
The next few classes, Harry and Ron were quite relieved that any information about a self-magic wand hadn't made its way to their ears. They arrived to lunch and told Hermione of their outing last night and what discovery they had made.
"What? You're joking? They actually made a self-magic wand?" Hermione questioned with delight.
"Keep your voice down Hermione, we don't want everybody to know about it," Ron whispered.
"Know about what, Weasley?" The voice belonged to Draco Malfoy. Harry who sat opposite Ron, observed Draco as he made his way to their table.
"Oh nothing, just your sex life but then again everybody already knows about YOUR sex life whether they want to or not," Ron rebutted.
"Your just jealous, you're not getting as much action as me," Draco laughed, turned to Hermione and smirked. Harry noticed straight away and felt the jealous rise up a notch. Harry knew that in a few more days time, the polyjuice would be ready for tasting.
Draco moved away and continued to his Slytherin table. Harry watched as Draco swayed his hips from side to side and licked his lips. Harry grabbed hold of the saltshaker and sprinkled it on his lunch. While doing that he continued watching Draco from a far and was emersed in his own little world......
"Umm Harry, you got enough salt there?" Hermione questioned Harry.
"What........oh yeah that's how much I want," Harry replied not knowing how much exactly he had put on his lunch. He scooped up a spoonful and cramped it into his mouth, just realising how much salt he put on it. Harry sprayed the salty lunch out of his mouth and wiped the residue left around his lips. Looking up, Harry laughed at the fact that his lunch had ended up on Ron's expressionless face.
Just at that moment, rushing past, Melissa Clairvoy greeted the trio and left as quickly as she could with Gilderoy Lockhart in close pursuit, "Melissa, can I carry your books for you?"
Harry looked up and made eye contact with the blonde Slytherin, they both smirked at one another. Harry thought to himself, only a few more days.
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