Chapter 1- Jealousy
"Potter!"
Harry turned, expecting to see Cho's angry face, after what he had done, perhaps to spill more of her feelings? He laughed, but the laughter was quickly subdued once he recalled the incident that had taken place.
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Ron shook his head, a disgusted look on his face. "I really don't want to know more. Really." Harry was talking about his and Cho's sex life. She happened to mention something private, something that she made Harry swear not to tell.
"Come on Ron, I don't know what to tell her! You've had more. experience in that area. Ron took a deep breath.
"Okay, what did she say?" "Okay, we were lying in bed, and she-" Harry stopped. The blood drained from his face. Ron turned around, surprised. His ears turned red.
"Oh no. Excuse me." He got up and left the room. On his way out he turned his head and mouthed a "good luck," shrugged, and left. Harry averted his gaze from the chess set he had so intently been looking at, and turned towards the person in front of him...
"Look, Cho."
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An impatient growl broke into Harry's thoughts. "POTTER." Harry snapped back to the present. He turned around all of the way to see who had called him. Instead of Cho, his eyes met the cold gray ones of none other than Draco Malfoy. Harry's throat tightened as Malfoy approached.
"Yes?" Harry's voice quavered when he said this. He frowned and wondered why he was so nervous. It was just Malfoy after all.
The familiar smirk returned, but he didn't answer.
He tried again. "What?"
"I heard you the first time, Potter. Snape is looking for you."
"Why?"
Malfoy smirked. "Don't ask me, Potter. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you, so don't waste your time." Harry's ears burned when he heard this. What more could he expect? This was Malfoy he was talking to. He turned without a response and took a step in the direction of the dungeons. Something made him stop. He just wanted to prolong the conversation, if it could be called that.
"So you do know what he wants?" Malfoy's expressions softened and- was it really there, or was Harry imagining it?- a small, real smile seemed to settle.
"I don't know any more than what I told you." Harry relaxed, comforted my Draco's expression. This managed to muster up some courage.
"So it's not about. You know."
The softness was now replaced with a look of anger and annoyance... and could it be, Ijealousy?/i Harry could only hope. "Potter, don't involve me in your love life. I know nothing, I wish to know nothing." With that, he turned on his heel and walked towards the Slytherin common room. Harry sighed, watching the sway of Draco's green robes. He noted how Draco walked; his strides laced with an air of importance and nobility, each step he took seemed to have a purpose. Harry shook his head violently. Why was he thinking like that? The thoughts he was having about his sworn enemy were almost. sexual.
"Potter!"
Harry turned, expecting to see Cho's angry face, after what he had done, perhaps to spill more of her feelings? He laughed, but the laughter was quickly subdued once he recalled the incident that had taken place.
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Ron shook his head, a disgusted look on his face. "I really don't want to know more. Really." Harry was talking about his and Cho's sex life. She happened to mention something private, something that she made Harry swear not to tell.
"Come on Ron, I don't know what to tell her! You've had more. experience in that area. Ron took a deep breath.
"Okay, what did she say?" "Okay, we were lying in bed, and she-" Harry stopped. The blood drained from his face. Ron turned around, surprised. His ears turned red.
"Oh no. Excuse me." He got up and left the room. On his way out he turned his head and mouthed a "good luck," shrugged, and left. Harry averted his gaze from the chess set he had so intently been looking at, and turned towards the person in front of him...
"Look, Cho."
************
An impatient growl broke into Harry's thoughts. "POTTER." Harry snapped back to the present. He turned around all of the way to see who had called him. Instead of Cho, his eyes met the cold gray ones of none other than Draco Malfoy. Harry's throat tightened as Malfoy approached.
"Yes?" Harry's voice quavered when he said this. He frowned and wondered why he was so nervous. It was just Malfoy after all.
The familiar smirk returned, but he didn't answer.
He tried again. "What?"
"I heard you the first time, Potter. Snape is looking for you."
"Why?"
Malfoy smirked. "Don't ask me, Potter. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you, so don't waste your time." Harry's ears burned when he heard this. What more could he expect? This was Malfoy he was talking to. He turned without a response and took a step in the direction of the dungeons. Something made him stop. He just wanted to prolong the conversation, if it could be called that.
"So you do know what he wants?" Malfoy's expressions softened and- was it really there, or was Harry imagining it?- a small, real smile seemed to settle.
"I don't know any more than what I told you." Harry relaxed, comforted my Draco's expression. This managed to muster up some courage.
"So it's not about. You know."
The softness was now replaced with a look of anger and annoyance... and could it be, Ijealousy?/i Harry could only hope. "Potter, don't involve me in your love life. I know nothing, I wish to know nothing." With that, he turned on his heel and walked towards the Slytherin common room. Harry sighed, watching the sway of Draco's green robes. He noted how Draco walked; his strides laced with an air of importance and nobility, each step he took seemed to have a purpose. Harry shook his head violently. Why was he thinking like that? The thoughts he was having about his sworn enemy were almost. sexual.