Chapter Two
**- New Emotions
"Double potions.. What fun."
"That's more like it Harry."
"I was being sarcastic, Hermoine!" Harry rolled his eyes and his best friend Ron said "Doh!" and stifled a laugh.
Normally Hermoine would have snapped at him, but she was in to good of a mood for that. The sun was shining, She didn't have any homework [yet that is], and all was kind and gentle in the world. She didn't even mind that Potions was up. Unlike Harry.
His footsteps thudded on the cement floor as he made his way to the dungeons. The rooms temperature went from warm, to nearly freezing. Even the slightest noise echoed on the walls. A putrid smell filled the air as Harry gradually got closer to his doom.
When in the potions lab, Hermoine and Ron took a seat to each side of him at an empty table. Harry looked painfully into his cauldron. The potion that they had let brew for three days, was a murky turquoise instead of the vibrant color it was meant to be. His mood didn't approve any when Malfoy started in on his snide remarks. Though across the room, Harry wasn't deaf.
Malfoy had stolen a quick glance at Harry's potion before he took a seat in front of his own. "Look at potter's potion, it looks like mud!" Malfoy's two companions - Crabbe, and Goyle busted out laughing. A slight snicker formed on his lips as he made another rude comment. "That looks more like a death wish then a numbing potion!" More laughter surrounded him. His enemy sent him a look of hatred from across the room. Oddly enough, a sharp pain went through his heart. His dream slowly crept into his mind once more. He couldn't help but wonder why.. Why of all people He had been in it..
Fuming, Harry continued to cut his witch hazel.
"I hate him!"
"Who?" Said Hermoine.
"Malfoy!"
"Of course Hermoine! Haven't you been paying attention? And will you not say who? You sound like pig!"
Hermoine shot a rude look at Ron out of the corner of her eyes. "Just ignore him Harry. He's just being.. Malfoy."
"No! I hate him! And I hate Snape for assigning this stupid potion! Heck - I hate this potion!" Harry furiously tossed his witch hazel in. In a result of adding to much of it, Harry flew backwards into the wall as his potion exploded with a loud "Crack!" Hermoine also fell, landing hard on her butt a foot or so away from where she was standing. Ron was safe however, as he had been across the room collecting another herb.
"POTTER!" Snape's voice bellowed from across the room. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
'Are they okay?' Draco's eyes widened and he yelled at himself. 'What was he doing? Thinking that! He hated Harry and his mudblood friend! Why would he care if he was okay?' He kept telling himself that as a small pang hit his heart. It was concern. 'What is wrong with me today? God!'
Deep laughter came from beside him. "Stupid!"
"Shut up Goyle you blundering Idiot!"
The rest of the hour went by slowly for Harry. He was stuck cleaning the stain off of the dungeon floor with a toothbrush. Snape said he would give him double detentions if he tried to use magic. That was just what Harry needed. Two whole evenings with Snape.
Draco looked over at the Harry's trio once more. Hermoine was joking with Harry and the both of them were smiling. His heart fluttered. Before he could stop his next thought, it came speeding into his mind. 'I wonder what they're talking about.. Wait - No I don't! Snap out of it you Idiot!' Soon enough the hour ended. And none to fast for Harry. Or for Draco.
Draco made his way to the Slytherin common rooms. Pushing his way through all of the annoying first years. He quickly said the password to the painting in front of the passage way and almost ran to his room. Times like these made Draco happy that he was a Prefect. Besides the fact he was able to torment his enemies on a school wide level, he also had his own bedroom. That meant his own space to think..
He jumped on the bed, burying his face in his pillow. Why had he been thinking those things? He didn't care for Harry's mudblood friend. He hated her.. Right?
**- New Emotions
"Double potions.. What fun."
"That's more like it Harry."
"I was being sarcastic, Hermoine!" Harry rolled his eyes and his best friend Ron said "Doh!" and stifled a laugh.
Normally Hermoine would have snapped at him, but she was in to good of a mood for that. The sun was shining, She didn't have any homework [yet that is], and all was kind and gentle in the world. She didn't even mind that Potions was up. Unlike Harry.
His footsteps thudded on the cement floor as he made his way to the dungeons. The rooms temperature went from warm, to nearly freezing. Even the slightest noise echoed on the walls. A putrid smell filled the air as Harry gradually got closer to his doom.
When in the potions lab, Hermoine and Ron took a seat to each side of him at an empty table. Harry looked painfully into his cauldron. The potion that they had let brew for three days, was a murky turquoise instead of the vibrant color it was meant to be. His mood didn't approve any when Malfoy started in on his snide remarks. Though across the room, Harry wasn't deaf.
Malfoy had stolen a quick glance at Harry's potion before he took a seat in front of his own. "Look at potter's potion, it looks like mud!" Malfoy's two companions - Crabbe, and Goyle busted out laughing. A slight snicker formed on his lips as he made another rude comment. "That looks more like a death wish then a numbing potion!" More laughter surrounded him. His enemy sent him a look of hatred from across the room. Oddly enough, a sharp pain went through his heart. His dream slowly crept into his mind once more. He couldn't help but wonder why.. Why of all people He had been in it..
Fuming, Harry continued to cut his witch hazel.
"I hate him!"
"Who?" Said Hermoine.
"Malfoy!"
"Of course Hermoine! Haven't you been paying attention? And will you not say who? You sound like pig!"
Hermoine shot a rude look at Ron out of the corner of her eyes. "Just ignore him Harry. He's just being.. Malfoy."
"No! I hate him! And I hate Snape for assigning this stupid potion! Heck - I hate this potion!" Harry furiously tossed his witch hazel in. In a result of adding to much of it, Harry flew backwards into the wall as his potion exploded with a loud "Crack!" Hermoine also fell, landing hard on her butt a foot or so away from where she was standing. Ron was safe however, as he had been across the room collecting another herb.
"POTTER!" Snape's voice bellowed from across the room. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
'Are they okay?' Draco's eyes widened and he yelled at himself. 'What was he doing? Thinking that! He hated Harry and his mudblood friend! Why would he care if he was okay?' He kept telling himself that as a small pang hit his heart. It was concern. 'What is wrong with me today? God!'
Deep laughter came from beside him. "Stupid!"
"Shut up Goyle you blundering Idiot!"
The rest of the hour went by slowly for Harry. He was stuck cleaning the stain off of the dungeon floor with a toothbrush. Snape said he would give him double detentions if he tried to use magic. That was just what Harry needed. Two whole evenings with Snape.
Draco looked over at the Harry's trio once more. Hermoine was joking with Harry and the both of them were smiling. His heart fluttered. Before he could stop his next thought, it came speeding into his mind. 'I wonder what they're talking about.. Wait - No I don't! Snap out of it you Idiot!' Soon enough the hour ended. And none to fast for Harry. Or for Draco.
Draco made his way to the Slytherin common rooms. Pushing his way through all of the annoying first years. He quickly said the password to the painting in front of the passage way and almost ran to his room. Times like these made Draco happy that he was a Prefect. Besides the fact he was able to torment his enemies on a school wide level, he also had his own bedroom. That meant his own space to think..
He jumped on the bed, burying his face in his pillow. Why had he been thinking those things? He didn't care for Harry's mudblood friend. He hated her.. Right?