CHAPTER NINE
THE MUSIC IN THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IT BELONGS TO JOHN MAYERS AND OTHER ARTISTS SORRY TO DISSAPOINT!!!!
With half an hour till class, Lara returned to her room. She set up her CD player and put a CD in, intending on taking a relaxing music break before classes started. She did not want to face Transfiguration with a stressed out mind.
"I wanna run through the halls of my high school, I wanna scream at the top of my lungs, I just found out there's no such thing as the real world, but it's alright just gotta rise above!" Lara sang as she danced around the room, all the worries that Potter's intrusion had brought dissipating with the rhythm of the music. Lara flopped back on the couch as the song changed to a slower one.
"You can or you can't, can't! Be a man, be a man, man! No more, no more baby I'm a do it right!" Lara sang.
"Not bad for someone with a massive broom stuck up their ass." Lara heard Potter's voice from near the door. She sat up instinctively from the couch.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." He said simply. Lara blushed, for the first time ever.
"Oh." Was all she could say. Harry grinned.
"Have I finally found your weakness?"
"Shut up Potter, I'm not perfect."
"Why are you scared of singing?"
"I don't know." Lara said impatiently. "I just am, it's some vice I have. Why are you here anyway?" Harry paused, as if trying to discover the best way to say what he wanted to say.
"I came to apologize." He said finally, through gritted teeth, as if he'd rather be doing anything but. Lara almost fell off her chair.
"You what? Who are you and what have you done with Potter?"
"I'm serious." Harry said in much the same tone.
"Hermione told you to do it didn't she."
"Yes, actually, she did."
"I don't want your fake apologies."
"It's not fake. She actually made me feel guilty."
"But you don't know why you're apologizing do you?"
"Honestly, no. Personally, I think I was right to kick the git off our table."
"HE'S NOT A GIT!"
"THERE'S NO REASON TO CHUCK A FIT BLACK! I CAME UP HERE TO APOLOGIZE BUT I KNOW NOW I'M JUST WASTING MY TIME!" Harry yelled back. Lara paused, her breathing heavy. Vaguely, the song in the background changed.
'For some people the heavens can get it so right, like an angel you see, you have graciously offered a hand'. Lara relaxed as the peaceful music once again filled her veins.
"Okay Potter. I'm...I'm sorry. And I respect you for coming up here and apologizing, even though you didn't want to." Lara said calmly. Harry nodded softly, the music calming down his bubbling temper too. The two stayed silence for a while, neither talking nor moving.
"I think we'd better head to class." Lara said simply. Harry nodded and went to his room to get his books together while Lara went to hers, each deep in thought as to what exactly had just happened.
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"Okay class, pair up! We're going to practice transfiguring on each other. We have been doing theory for quite a few lessons, and I think it's time you tried it out." McGonagall said briskly once the class had settled down. "Larrissa, Harry, you are to work together." For once, neither complained. Wordlessly, Harry switched seats with Ron so he was next to Lara.
"Now, I want you to practice turning you're partners hair different colours, and once you have mastered that try transfiguring your partners fingers into various objects. Remember, concentrate on the object and say transmorgify. You may begin."
"You start." Lara said simply. The other boy nodded and raised his wand. Concentrating on the colour purple, he pointed at her hair and yelled out.
"Cabellus Coros!" Lara's hair caught alight. The girl panicked slightly before putting it out and restoring her hair to it's original state with a flick of her wand.
"Nice one Potter." She said, smirking. "But if you had ruined my hair permanently you would regret it for the rest of your life." Harry smiled sheepishly, before remembering who he was talking to.
"You try then, if you're so smart." He snapped. A quick wand wave and incantation later, Harry's hair was a vibrant emerald green.
"Easy." She said smugly putting down her wand. Harry narrowed his eyes. "You know..." Lara said conversationally. "I reckon that colour really suits you. Or maybe silver." She said, and with a click of her hands his hair was now gleaming silver. "Or maybe purple, or pink, or blonde!" Lara laughed as with each of the colours she clicked her fingers and his hair changed. The blonde hair was by far the worst, as with his tanned skin it just looked fake.
"Change it back! Now!" He said, touching his hair in horror. "I look like Malfoy."
"Who says that's a bad thing?" The subject of the conversation said, walking over and putting his arms around Lara from behind.
"Shouldn't you be paying attention to class Draco?" Lara asked him as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"This is simple stuff!" Draco said immodestly, as he waved his wand and uttered the incantation. Harry's hair was now back to it's normal black.
"Show off." Harry muttered.
"What's wrong Potter? Can't even do a simple spell."
"Shut up Malfoy." Harry said irritable.
"Come on Potter, try again, you can do this you know." Lara said, encouraging the dark haired boy for a reason beyond her knowledge. Harry gave her an inquisitive look but let it drop. Raising his wand, he concentrated on Lara's hair.
"Cabellus Coros." He cried once again. This time however, Lara's hair successfully turned a vibrant shade of red that was actually quite becoming on her.
"I told you." Lara said, grinning as she inspected the mass of fiery tendrils that now raked her back.
"Beautiful, but then from you, I expected no less." Draco whispered in her ear before heading back to his seat.
"That will never fail to sicken me."
"Oh admit it, he was being human then."
"Human may be going a bit far..." Harry said, grinning. Lara laughed at this, and with a quick wave of her wand changed Harry's hair to a red that matched hers. He looked in horror at the colour hair that flopped in front of his eyes. "ANYTHING BUT RED!" He said.
"Hey! What's wrong with red?" Asked a vibrant purple haired Ron. Harry blushed.
"Oh...nothing."
The following week went by in a blur, until all too soon it was Saturday morning, and time for Gryffindors next match against Hufflepuff. Lara wasn't nervous at all, but Harry looked liked he was going to be sick as he gave his pep talk before the game. "Now guys, you played well last time, just...just do it again okay?" He said, the words not forming properly in his mouth. It was obvious his last Quidditch match had been such a disaster for him he feared going out onto the pitch and failing his team again. But he didn't have anything to worry about. Hufflepuff were flattened by the Gryffindors 320 to 30, Harry catching the snitch in a spectacular dive.
That evening, the Gryffindor common room was alive with noise as they celebrated their second victory. This time, Harry joined in the festivities. But both he and Lara had to leave the party early, as they had to return to their dorm before curfew.
"Finally got your glory?" Lara sneered at him as they walked out of the portrait whole, reluctantly leaving behind the still raging party.
"Shut up Black. It's not about the glory."
"Isn't it? Well then why was it that last time, even though we won, you were moping around all through the party?"
"Because I didn't catch the Snitch, I felt like I let the team down." Harry said earnestly.
"Bull!" Lara snapped back. "You were just upset because you couldn't receive any recognition for the win."
"Well as if you wouldn't be upset if the team won and you didn't score one point for it."
"Of course I would. But at least I admit it." Lara said simply. Harry glared at her before opening the door to their rooms.
"Contemno contra Amor." He muttered, before pushing the door open and stomping off to his room. Lara repeated the process, closing the door and stomping to her room in much the same matter.
The next week inched slowly forward, as if the teachers had cast a spell to slow down time before the Christmas Holidays. Both Harry and Lara were staying at school, although Ron, Hermione, Draco and Ginny were all returning home. The Weasleys would have had Harry over Christmas, but they were having relatives from all over the country come to stay and they simply didn't have room, even with the magical extensions to the house.
"Alright, you are dismissed. But I want those essays back 1st thing Monday." Snape yelled over the hustle and bustle of students on the Friday afternoon before the holidays. The class groaned as one, trying to get out of the classroom quickly before Snape thought of anything else to punish them with.
"Hey hun, are you going to sit with us today?" Lara asked as Draco approached their table that evening.
"Is it alright with His Highness?" Draco asked, bowing down to Harry. He had not forgotten their last encounter at the Gryffindor table.
"No." The raven haired boy said simply.
"Screw him." Lara said, glaring at Harry. "Sit." Draco cast a wary eye towards Harry before settling himself between Lara and Hermione.
"So girls, how are we going?" The blonde said as he began to pile food onto his plate.
"Not looking forward to the tonne of homework I have to do over the holidays." Hermione said glumly.
"Don't worry, we all have the same amount. I don't know why you're worrying though, you pass everything without trying."
"That's not true, I'd fail potions if I didn't work my butt off." Hermione said simply.
"While Draco here can pass potions while standing on his head."
"I try." Draco said immodestly, grinning, as he raked a hand through his hair.
"You have training this afternoon Black." Harry said from his place opposite her on the table.
"What? I'm on holidays Potter, get lost!" Lara said.
"I don't care, we are training!"
"Half the team won't show up, they'll be packing."
"I'm not asking the rest of the team to practice, I'm asking you because you still have a lot to learn." Harry said simply.
"I'M YOUR BEST PLAYER POTTER!" Lara yelled.
"You may be able to handle yourself on a broom Black, but your tactics suck. You just grab the ball and fly away, hoping you won't get caught. That's not going to win us the cup."
"Bull Potter."
"Even if it is, you're training tonight." Harry said simply. Lara groaned.
"Overworked?" Draco asked.
"And under rewarded. Golden boy over there gets all the credit."
"Even when he can't catch the snitch?" Draco said, sniggering. Harry glared at the couple, but tactfully said nothing.
"Hey!" Ginny said, as she sat down next to Lara. The brown haired girl smiled as she sat down.
"Looking forward to Christmas?" Lara asked the red head.
"Not particularly."
"Why?"
"One word. Relatives." Ginny said, groaning. Lara smiled at her friend, and was about to continue the conversation when she felt a hand slide around her waste.
"Hey gorgeous, you are staying over Christmas aren't you?"
"Yeah, you are going back to the Manor right?" Draco nodded slightly. "I'd invite you over, but. with the whole Death Eaters constantly dropping by..."
"I understand." Lara said simply. Draco smiled.
"You always do." Lara smiled as Draco gave her a soft peck on the cheek.
"I'm going to miss you." Lara said softly. Draco grinned.
"Aww, thanks. I'm going to miss me too!" He said.
"Draco!" Lara reprimanded her boyfriend mockingly.
"Just joking, I'm going to miss you too, more than the flowers miss the sun in the darkest depth of winter!" Draco said in a mock flowery speech.
"How do you do that?" Lara said, sighing.
"What?"
"Just... know what to say?"
"It's a gift." Draco said simply, grinning wickedly as he leaned in and shared a quick kiss with his girlfriend.
"Please! Get a room!" Ron yelled, averting his eyes. The others laughed at this comment. Everyone, that is, except Ginny. She was looking at Lara and Draco and suddenly felt something at her heart, a feeling she could only describe as jealousy.
It was not until the red haired girl was lying in bed that night did she fully realize the implications of what that meant. I'm falling for the one guy I can't, and don't want to, fall for. I'm falling for Draco Malfoy.
THE MUSIC IN THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IT BELONGS TO JOHN MAYERS AND OTHER ARTISTS SORRY TO DISSAPOINT!!!!
With half an hour till class, Lara returned to her room. She set up her CD player and put a CD in, intending on taking a relaxing music break before classes started. She did not want to face Transfiguration with a stressed out mind.
"I wanna run through the halls of my high school, I wanna scream at the top of my lungs, I just found out there's no such thing as the real world, but it's alright just gotta rise above!" Lara sang as she danced around the room, all the worries that Potter's intrusion had brought dissipating with the rhythm of the music. Lara flopped back on the couch as the song changed to a slower one.
"You can or you can't, can't! Be a man, be a man, man! No more, no more baby I'm a do it right!" Lara sang.
"Not bad for someone with a massive broom stuck up their ass." Lara heard Potter's voice from near the door. She sat up instinctively from the couch.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." He said simply. Lara blushed, for the first time ever.
"Oh." Was all she could say. Harry grinned.
"Have I finally found your weakness?"
"Shut up Potter, I'm not perfect."
"Why are you scared of singing?"
"I don't know." Lara said impatiently. "I just am, it's some vice I have. Why are you here anyway?" Harry paused, as if trying to discover the best way to say what he wanted to say.
"I came to apologize." He said finally, through gritted teeth, as if he'd rather be doing anything but. Lara almost fell off her chair.
"You what? Who are you and what have you done with Potter?"
"I'm serious." Harry said in much the same tone.
"Hermione told you to do it didn't she."
"Yes, actually, she did."
"I don't want your fake apologies."
"It's not fake. She actually made me feel guilty."
"But you don't know why you're apologizing do you?"
"Honestly, no. Personally, I think I was right to kick the git off our table."
"HE'S NOT A GIT!"
"THERE'S NO REASON TO CHUCK A FIT BLACK! I CAME UP HERE TO APOLOGIZE BUT I KNOW NOW I'M JUST WASTING MY TIME!" Harry yelled back. Lara paused, her breathing heavy. Vaguely, the song in the background changed.
'For some people the heavens can get it so right, like an angel you see, you have graciously offered a hand'. Lara relaxed as the peaceful music once again filled her veins.
"Okay Potter. I'm...I'm sorry. And I respect you for coming up here and apologizing, even though you didn't want to." Lara said calmly. Harry nodded softly, the music calming down his bubbling temper too. The two stayed silence for a while, neither talking nor moving.
"I think we'd better head to class." Lara said simply. Harry nodded and went to his room to get his books together while Lara went to hers, each deep in thought as to what exactly had just happened.
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"Okay class, pair up! We're going to practice transfiguring on each other. We have been doing theory for quite a few lessons, and I think it's time you tried it out." McGonagall said briskly once the class had settled down. "Larrissa, Harry, you are to work together." For once, neither complained. Wordlessly, Harry switched seats with Ron so he was next to Lara.
"Now, I want you to practice turning you're partners hair different colours, and once you have mastered that try transfiguring your partners fingers into various objects. Remember, concentrate on the object and say transmorgify. You may begin."
"You start." Lara said simply. The other boy nodded and raised his wand. Concentrating on the colour purple, he pointed at her hair and yelled out.
"Cabellus Coros!" Lara's hair caught alight. The girl panicked slightly before putting it out and restoring her hair to it's original state with a flick of her wand.
"Nice one Potter." She said, smirking. "But if you had ruined my hair permanently you would regret it for the rest of your life." Harry smiled sheepishly, before remembering who he was talking to.
"You try then, if you're so smart." He snapped. A quick wand wave and incantation later, Harry's hair was a vibrant emerald green.
"Easy." She said smugly putting down her wand. Harry narrowed his eyes. "You know..." Lara said conversationally. "I reckon that colour really suits you. Or maybe silver." She said, and with a click of her hands his hair was now gleaming silver. "Or maybe purple, or pink, or blonde!" Lara laughed as with each of the colours she clicked her fingers and his hair changed. The blonde hair was by far the worst, as with his tanned skin it just looked fake.
"Change it back! Now!" He said, touching his hair in horror. "I look like Malfoy."
"Who says that's a bad thing?" The subject of the conversation said, walking over and putting his arms around Lara from behind.
"Shouldn't you be paying attention to class Draco?" Lara asked him as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"This is simple stuff!" Draco said immodestly, as he waved his wand and uttered the incantation. Harry's hair was now back to it's normal black.
"Show off." Harry muttered.
"What's wrong Potter? Can't even do a simple spell."
"Shut up Malfoy." Harry said irritable.
"Come on Potter, try again, you can do this you know." Lara said, encouraging the dark haired boy for a reason beyond her knowledge. Harry gave her an inquisitive look but let it drop. Raising his wand, he concentrated on Lara's hair.
"Cabellus Coros." He cried once again. This time however, Lara's hair successfully turned a vibrant shade of red that was actually quite becoming on her.
"I told you." Lara said, grinning as she inspected the mass of fiery tendrils that now raked her back.
"Beautiful, but then from you, I expected no less." Draco whispered in her ear before heading back to his seat.
"That will never fail to sicken me."
"Oh admit it, he was being human then."
"Human may be going a bit far..." Harry said, grinning. Lara laughed at this, and with a quick wave of her wand changed Harry's hair to a red that matched hers. He looked in horror at the colour hair that flopped in front of his eyes. "ANYTHING BUT RED!" He said.
"Hey! What's wrong with red?" Asked a vibrant purple haired Ron. Harry blushed.
"Oh...nothing."
The following week went by in a blur, until all too soon it was Saturday morning, and time for Gryffindors next match against Hufflepuff. Lara wasn't nervous at all, but Harry looked liked he was going to be sick as he gave his pep talk before the game. "Now guys, you played well last time, just...just do it again okay?" He said, the words not forming properly in his mouth. It was obvious his last Quidditch match had been such a disaster for him he feared going out onto the pitch and failing his team again. But he didn't have anything to worry about. Hufflepuff were flattened by the Gryffindors 320 to 30, Harry catching the snitch in a spectacular dive.
That evening, the Gryffindor common room was alive with noise as they celebrated their second victory. This time, Harry joined in the festivities. But both he and Lara had to leave the party early, as they had to return to their dorm before curfew.
"Finally got your glory?" Lara sneered at him as they walked out of the portrait whole, reluctantly leaving behind the still raging party.
"Shut up Black. It's not about the glory."
"Isn't it? Well then why was it that last time, even though we won, you were moping around all through the party?"
"Because I didn't catch the Snitch, I felt like I let the team down." Harry said earnestly.
"Bull!" Lara snapped back. "You were just upset because you couldn't receive any recognition for the win."
"Well as if you wouldn't be upset if the team won and you didn't score one point for it."
"Of course I would. But at least I admit it." Lara said simply. Harry glared at her before opening the door to their rooms.
"Contemno contra Amor." He muttered, before pushing the door open and stomping off to his room. Lara repeated the process, closing the door and stomping to her room in much the same matter.
The next week inched slowly forward, as if the teachers had cast a spell to slow down time before the Christmas Holidays. Both Harry and Lara were staying at school, although Ron, Hermione, Draco and Ginny were all returning home. The Weasleys would have had Harry over Christmas, but they were having relatives from all over the country come to stay and they simply didn't have room, even with the magical extensions to the house.
"Alright, you are dismissed. But I want those essays back 1st thing Monday." Snape yelled over the hustle and bustle of students on the Friday afternoon before the holidays. The class groaned as one, trying to get out of the classroom quickly before Snape thought of anything else to punish them with.
"Hey hun, are you going to sit with us today?" Lara asked as Draco approached their table that evening.
"Is it alright with His Highness?" Draco asked, bowing down to Harry. He had not forgotten their last encounter at the Gryffindor table.
"No." The raven haired boy said simply.
"Screw him." Lara said, glaring at Harry. "Sit." Draco cast a wary eye towards Harry before settling himself between Lara and Hermione.
"So girls, how are we going?" The blonde said as he began to pile food onto his plate.
"Not looking forward to the tonne of homework I have to do over the holidays." Hermione said glumly.
"Don't worry, we all have the same amount. I don't know why you're worrying though, you pass everything without trying."
"That's not true, I'd fail potions if I didn't work my butt off." Hermione said simply.
"While Draco here can pass potions while standing on his head."
"I try." Draco said immodestly, grinning, as he raked a hand through his hair.
"You have training this afternoon Black." Harry said from his place opposite her on the table.
"What? I'm on holidays Potter, get lost!" Lara said.
"I don't care, we are training!"
"Half the team won't show up, they'll be packing."
"I'm not asking the rest of the team to practice, I'm asking you because you still have a lot to learn." Harry said simply.
"I'M YOUR BEST PLAYER POTTER!" Lara yelled.
"You may be able to handle yourself on a broom Black, but your tactics suck. You just grab the ball and fly away, hoping you won't get caught. That's not going to win us the cup."
"Bull Potter."
"Even if it is, you're training tonight." Harry said simply. Lara groaned.
"Overworked?" Draco asked.
"And under rewarded. Golden boy over there gets all the credit."
"Even when he can't catch the snitch?" Draco said, sniggering. Harry glared at the couple, but tactfully said nothing.
"Hey!" Ginny said, as she sat down next to Lara. The brown haired girl smiled as she sat down.
"Looking forward to Christmas?" Lara asked the red head.
"Not particularly."
"Why?"
"One word. Relatives." Ginny said, groaning. Lara smiled at her friend, and was about to continue the conversation when she felt a hand slide around her waste.
"Hey gorgeous, you are staying over Christmas aren't you?"
"Yeah, you are going back to the Manor right?" Draco nodded slightly. "I'd invite you over, but. with the whole Death Eaters constantly dropping by..."
"I understand." Lara said simply. Draco smiled.
"You always do." Lara smiled as Draco gave her a soft peck on the cheek.
"I'm going to miss you." Lara said softly. Draco grinned.
"Aww, thanks. I'm going to miss me too!" He said.
"Draco!" Lara reprimanded her boyfriend mockingly.
"Just joking, I'm going to miss you too, more than the flowers miss the sun in the darkest depth of winter!" Draco said in a mock flowery speech.
"How do you do that?" Lara said, sighing.
"What?"
"Just... know what to say?"
"It's a gift." Draco said simply, grinning wickedly as he leaned in and shared a quick kiss with his girlfriend.
"Please! Get a room!" Ron yelled, averting his eyes. The others laughed at this comment. Everyone, that is, except Ginny. She was looking at Lara and Draco and suddenly felt something at her heart, a feeling she could only describe as jealousy.
It was not until the red haired girl was lying in bed that night did she fully realize the implications of what that meant. I'm falling for the one guy I can't, and don't want to, fall for. I'm falling for Draco Malfoy.