Title: Emotion Sickness
Author: Miss T
Spoilers: Takes place after The Chamber of Secrets book - kind of my own interpretation of their 3rd year at Hogwarts. Or how I would like it to be.
Rating: PG13, so far
Main characters: Draco, Harry
Pairings: DM/HP to come later, so if you don't like slash, don't read it
Notes: um, bleh! Oh, and I had to put in the reference of Scotland's seeker in there for obvious reasons, being a haggis myself.
Disclaimer: Ms Rowling owns the characters and everything… not me :( However I am responsible for the plot. Oh, and JK - kudos for the excellent world of HP.
Dedicated to: all my reviewers! And the rapid hamsters out to get my ass! Woo!
Emotion Sickness
Chapter 5 – Sweet Dreams
~Draco~
Draco lay over his covers on his bed, flat out on his back, slowly rubbing his tummy with the tips of his fingers. The events of the day came flooding into his mind and sorting themselves out like a little home movie.
A smile crept to the corner of his mouth, as he thought about the last couple of hours he had just been spending with Harry.
After the game of chess, the pair had decided to go to bed as it had been a long day, plus sleep would do them good – the whole situation had still been a bit of a shock.
*Potter, Potter, Potter.* Draco thought to himself. *Looks like life is tolerable beyond enemy lines.*
It's not as if Harry and Draco were best friends now, it's not as if they were even proper friends – they just understood each other a bit more. And Draco, however jaded he was on the subject, wanted to find out more.
~Harry~
Harry was dozing off thinking about what had happened. *Was I getting along with Malfoy back there?* The whole tower was so silent, he could have sworn he heard Draco's heavy breathing across the building.
Just as Harry was about to drift off, he smiled to himself. *Maybe he's not so bad, after all.*
As the morning crept through Draco's curtains, he squinted and rolled over, causing him to fall right off the edge of his bed.
Grunting and promptly standing up, he grabbed his shower things and trudged into the bathroom, the room that stood between his and Harry's sleeping areas.
His eyes still felt foggy as he walked in, but he could tell that Harry wasn't there. *Still asleep I suppose.* Draco thought. *Lazy git.*
Pressing his knuckles to his eyes he yawned and opened a shower compartment, idly flinging his nightgown over the top and wincing as he heard it land with a wet squelch on the damp bathroom floor.
After his shower, Draco wrapped a black towel around his midriff and slowly made his way back to his bedroom to get changed.
However, Draco did not expect to bump into a caveman-like form on the way out of the door.
"Argh!" Draco jumped, almost losing his towel, let alone his dignity.
Harry jumped and yelled in unison, his hair sticking up in all directions and his glasses askew.
"Bloody hell, Potter – what in god's name do you think you're doing!" Draco panted, and struggled to keep his face from going crimson.
"Shower… I need… a shower!" Harry stammered.
"Too bloody right you, do!" Draco screwed his nose up, admiring the afro-like quality to Harry's hair.
"O, ha…" Harry replied, idly running a hand through his mane.
Draco swiftly stepped out of the door, letting Harry inside.
Muttering to himself, he speedily made his way back to his bedroom.
Once Harry had finished showering and was now dressed, he made his way down to the common room, finding Draco draped on one of the sofas in his usual posture.
"Potter." Draco nodded.
"Malfoy." Harry replied, sitting down opposite him.
"Do you feel like going to breakfast?" Harry said, looking at his watch.
"Are you asking me out on a date, Potter?" Draco retorted, and smirked.
Harry narrowed his eyes sarcastically and somewhat impatiently at the blonde, and waited for a proper answer.
"Yeah…" Draco sighed. "I'm bloody starving."
As the pair made their way out of the tower, which had conveniently unlocked during Breakfast Hour, they had made a silent agreement not to talk about the events of earlier in the morning.
The hall seemed so empty to Draco. *Of course, Potter is used to this.*
Apart from them and a few Hufflepuffs, the hall was completely deserted of life.
Sitting down at a random table, they sat and ate their breakfast in silence. Draco kept giving Harry smiles of amusement as he watched the way the boy ate. Compared to Draco's polite and aloof table manners, Harry seemed like a caveman enjoying his first meal.
"What are you staring at?" Harry smiled through a mouthful of bacon.
"Oh, nothing Potter. Just admiring." Draco smiled, and took a small bite out of some toast.
Harry slowed down his chewing, and sheepishly wiped the crumbs away from his t-shirt.
Half an hour later, they were making their way back up to the common room feeling nourished and satisfied.
"Now what are we going to do?" Draco drawled and spread himself out on 'his' sofa. "Lunch isn't until 12:30. We have another…"
"3 hours." Harry finished for him.
"Meh." Draco retorted, and rolled his eyes.
Harry sat himself down opposite Draco, and sighed.
"Well," he began. "I always bring a pack of cards with me to Hogwarts. But they're muggle playing-cards." Harry said, in a disappointed tone. He knew Draco would despise the idea.
"Never heard of them." Draco said quickly. Which, in all honesty, was true.
Harry raised his eyebrows. He had stolen the pack from Dudley's room a few years ago, not surprised that the fat bugger hadn't noticed, proving that he had too much toys to remember.
Harry swiftly ran up to his room, raking around in his trunk for the cards, and returned back to the sofa in under 10 seconds to find Draco sitting up, actually looking intrigued.
Placing the cards face down on the coffee table between the sofas, Harry began splitting them up and mixing them expertly.
"So, what do these 'muggle' cards actually do, then?" Draco asked, looking at the cards with deep fascination.
"I'm surprised you want to know, Malfoy – I thought you despised muggles." Harry smiled.
"I do! I mean, I'm supposed to, Potter. It's a Malfoy Rule." He said, his voice going quiet. Harry stopped shuffling the cards to listen.
"My Dad hates muggles. In fact, he despises them. I'm… not really sure why, though. But I've been brought up to abide by his word, Potter. The truth is…" Draco's voice was almost a whisper. "I want to know about them. I don't know anything about them, just the fact that I'm supposed to hate them. If my Dad ever found out about this he would pass a bloody dragon – I'm just… interested. Curiosity NEVER killed the cat, Potter." Draco gave a comical wink at this, making Harry giggle.
"Then why are you so horrible to Hermione, then? Do you realise how much it hurts her?" Harry tilted his head to the side, trying to get Draco to understand.
"Yes… yes." Draco waved his hand in the air. "Granger is muggle-born bla bla blah… but as I said, Potter – I have to complete my Father's request. Even if he is a bigoted fascist wanker." Draco sneered at this, and for the first time, Harry saw true disgust of his father in Malfoy's eyes.
"Do you realise what would happen if any of Slytherin found out what I truly feel?"
Harry shaked his head, his mouth only slightly open.
"Well, one things for definite – they would tell Father. And he…" Draco's voice trailed off, and he took a large inhale of air.
"… would disown me. Perhaps even kill me, I don't know."
Harry's mouth was now catching flies.
"No need to look like that, Potter – if the wind changes you'll be left with a bloody great hole on your face." Draco grinned, causing Harry to shut his mouth and smile awkwardly.
"I'll try to contain myself in front of Granger." Draco waved his hand in the air. "If that's what you want."
Harry couldn't believe it. Draco was offering to stop bullying Hermione? *OK, hell has DEFINETLY frozen over this time*
"I guess I make fun of people because it makes me feel good." Draco shrugged as Harry wrinkled up his nose in confusion.
"Not in a sadomasochist sort of way!" Draco finished quickly, making Harry's facial expression slacken.
"I just… like to get my own back I suppose. For all the pain Father has put me through – I like to feel what it's like being the big one for a change."
"Don't you have Crabbe and Goyle for that?" Harry grinned.
"Pfft – you might not think it, but those two are a pair of big girl's blouses, Potter. All brawn and no brain? Please! More like all brawn, too dumb to use it, where's my sanity?" Draco done an excellent impression of the pair – making Harry snap back his head as he roared with laughter.
"I'm really warming to you, Potter." Draco said, with a cheeky smile on his face.
"Should I mark that down as sarcasm, Malfoy?" Harry said, as he raised an eyebrow.
"No. Mark is down as… a stamp of approval. Now, what about these cards? Can they fly or anything?" Draco said, rubbing his hands together.
Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes, smiling.
It was now coming up for half past six, and the door was about to open to let Harry and Draco out for dinner. Standing at the entrance impatiently, and rolling their eyes when the portrait actually did give way, Draco and Harry made their way down to the Great Hall.
"You're totally wrong, Potter!" Draco shouted, waving his hands dramatically in the air. "Scotland's seeker is amazing!"
Harry refused to answer, the question – he just grinned and nodded his head. "Whatever you say, Malfoy – whatever you say."
Snape had just managed to catch Draco playfully punch Harry's arm as he looked up from his plate.
"Fighting already gentlemen?" He asked, as the boys sat in the table opposite the small group of teachers.
Harry and Draco looked at each other, and silently agreed that playing enemies would be fun. After all, they were so good at it.
"Piss off, Malfoy! I wish you would stop hitting me!" Harry was trying to hold back his laughter, but to Snape it just seemed like he was trying to repel his fury.
"What did I tell you, Mr Malfoy? NO FIGHTING!" Snape bellowed.
"But, Professor Snape, sir…" Draco began. "Potter stole my underwear!"
Harry didn't know who was more embarrassed – Snape or himself.
"What? Is this true, Potter?" Snape snarled.
"It IS true, Sir!" Draco whined. "And he put them on his head!"
Harry and Draco couldn't help it – they were both practically on the floor in giggles.
Snape tutted, and went back to his food, hiding his smile from them, and lowering his voice to Professor McGonagall. "I think it's working."
**new chapter (6) will be up shortly. Until then, folks – toodles!**
Author: Miss T
Spoilers: Takes place after The Chamber of Secrets book - kind of my own interpretation of their 3rd year at Hogwarts. Or how I would like it to be.
Rating: PG13, so far
Main characters: Draco, Harry
Pairings: DM/HP to come later, so if you don't like slash, don't read it
Notes: um, bleh! Oh, and I had to put in the reference of Scotland's seeker in there for obvious reasons, being a haggis myself.
Disclaimer: Ms Rowling owns the characters and everything… not me :( However I am responsible for the plot. Oh, and JK - kudos for the excellent world of HP.
Dedicated to: all my reviewers! And the rapid hamsters out to get my ass! Woo!
Emotion Sickness
Chapter 5 – Sweet Dreams
~Draco~
Draco lay over his covers on his bed, flat out on his back, slowly rubbing his tummy with the tips of his fingers. The events of the day came flooding into his mind and sorting themselves out like a little home movie.
A smile crept to the corner of his mouth, as he thought about the last couple of hours he had just been spending with Harry.
After the game of chess, the pair had decided to go to bed as it had been a long day, plus sleep would do them good – the whole situation had still been a bit of a shock.
*Potter, Potter, Potter.* Draco thought to himself. *Looks like life is tolerable beyond enemy lines.*
It's not as if Harry and Draco were best friends now, it's not as if they were even proper friends – they just understood each other a bit more. And Draco, however jaded he was on the subject, wanted to find out more.
~Harry~
Harry was dozing off thinking about what had happened. *Was I getting along with Malfoy back there?* The whole tower was so silent, he could have sworn he heard Draco's heavy breathing across the building.
Just as Harry was about to drift off, he smiled to himself. *Maybe he's not so bad, after all.*
As the morning crept through Draco's curtains, he squinted and rolled over, causing him to fall right off the edge of his bed.
Grunting and promptly standing up, he grabbed his shower things and trudged into the bathroom, the room that stood between his and Harry's sleeping areas.
His eyes still felt foggy as he walked in, but he could tell that Harry wasn't there. *Still asleep I suppose.* Draco thought. *Lazy git.*
Pressing his knuckles to his eyes he yawned and opened a shower compartment, idly flinging his nightgown over the top and wincing as he heard it land with a wet squelch on the damp bathroom floor.
After his shower, Draco wrapped a black towel around his midriff and slowly made his way back to his bedroom to get changed.
However, Draco did not expect to bump into a caveman-like form on the way out of the door.
"Argh!" Draco jumped, almost losing his towel, let alone his dignity.
Harry jumped and yelled in unison, his hair sticking up in all directions and his glasses askew.
"Bloody hell, Potter – what in god's name do you think you're doing!" Draco panted, and struggled to keep his face from going crimson.
"Shower… I need… a shower!" Harry stammered.
"Too bloody right you, do!" Draco screwed his nose up, admiring the afro-like quality to Harry's hair.
"O, ha…" Harry replied, idly running a hand through his mane.
Draco swiftly stepped out of the door, letting Harry inside.
Muttering to himself, he speedily made his way back to his bedroom.
Once Harry had finished showering and was now dressed, he made his way down to the common room, finding Draco draped on one of the sofas in his usual posture.
"Potter." Draco nodded.
"Malfoy." Harry replied, sitting down opposite him.
"Do you feel like going to breakfast?" Harry said, looking at his watch.
"Are you asking me out on a date, Potter?" Draco retorted, and smirked.
Harry narrowed his eyes sarcastically and somewhat impatiently at the blonde, and waited for a proper answer.
"Yeah…" Draco sighed. "I'm bloody starving."
As the pair made their way out of the tower, which had conveniently unlocked during Breakfast Hour, they had made a silent agreement not to talk about the events of earlier in the morning.
The hall seemed so empty to Draco. *Of course, Potter is used to this.*
Apart from them and a few Hufflepuffs, the hall was completely deserted of life.
Sitting down at a random table, they sat and ate their breakfast in silence. Draco kept giving Harry smiles of amusement as he watched the way the boy ate. Compared to Draco's polite and aloof table manners, Harry seemed like a caveman enjoying his first meal.
"What are you staring at?" Harry smiled through a mouthful of bacon.
"Oh, nothing Potter. Just admiring." Draco smiled, and took a small bite out of some toast.
Harry slowed down his chewing, and sheepishly wiped the crumbs away from his t-shirt.
Half an hour later, they were making their way back up to the common room feeling nourished and satisfied.
"Now what are we going to do?" Draco drawled and spread himself out on 'his' sofa. "Lunch isn't until 12:30. We have another…"
"3 hours." Harry finished for him.
"Meh." Draco retorted, and rolled his eyes.
Harry sat himself down opposite Draco, and sighed.
"Well," he began. "I always bring a pack of cards with me to Hogwarts. But they're muggle playing-cards." Harry said, in a disappointed tone. He knew Draco would despise the idea.
"Never heard of them." Draco said quickly. Which, in all honesty, was true.
Harry raised his eyebrows. He had stolen the pack from Dudley's room a few years ago, not surprised that the fat bugger hadn't noticed, proving that he had too much toys to remember.
Harry swiftly ran up to his room, raking around in his trunk for the cards, and returned back to the sofa in under 10 seconds to find Draco sitting up, actually looking intrigued.
Placing the cards face down on the coffee table between the sofas, Harry began splitting them up and mixing them expertly.
"So, what do these 'muggle' cards actually do, then?" Draco asked, looking at the cards with deep fascination.
"I'm surprised you want to know, Malfoy – I thought you despised muggles." Harry smiled.
"I do! I mean, I'm supposed to, Potter. It's a Malfoy Rule." He said, his voice going quiet. Harry stopped shuffling the cards to listen.
"My Dad hates muggles. In fact, he despises them. I'm… not really sure why, though. But I've been brought up to abide by his word, Potter. The truth is…" Draco's voice was almost a whisper. "I want to know about them. I don't know anything about them, just the fact that I'm supposed to hate them. If my Dad ever found out about this he would pass a bloody dragon – I'm just… interested. Curiosity NEVER killed the cat, Potter." Draco gave a comical wink at this, making Harry giggle.
"Then why are you so horrible to Hermione, then? Do you realise how much it hurts her?" Harry tilted his head to the side, trying to get Draco to understand.
"Yes… yes." Draco waved his hand in the air. "Granger is muggle-born bla bla blah… but as I said, Potter – I have to complete my Father's request. Even if he is a bigoted fascist wanker." Draco sneered at this, and for the first time, Harry saw true disgust of his father in Malfoy's eyes.
"Do you realise what would happen if any of Slytherin found out what I truly feel?"
Harry shaked his head, his mouth only slightly open.
"Well, one things for definite – they would tell Father. And he…" Draco's voice trailed off, and he took a large inhale of air.
"… would disown me. Perhaps even kill me, I don't know."
Harry's mouth was now catching flies.
"No need to look like that, Potter – if the wind changes you'll be left with a bloody great hole on your face." Draco grinned, causing Harry to shut his mouth and smile awkwardly.
"I'll try to contain myself in front of Granger." Draco waved his hand in the air. "If that's what you want."
Harry couldn't believe it. Draco was offering to stop bullying Hermione? *OK, hell has DEFINETLY frozen over this time*
"I guess I make fun of people because it makes me feel good." Draco shrugged as Harry wrinkled up his nose in confusion.
"Not in a sadomasochist sort of way!" Draco finished quickly, making Harry's facial expression slacken.
"I just… like to get my own back I suppose. For all the pain Father has put me through – I like to feel what it's like being the big one for a change."
"Don't you have Crabbe and Goyle for that?" Harry grinned.
"Pfft – you might not think it, but those two are a pair of big girl's blouses, Potter. All brawn and no brain? Please! More like all brawn, too dumb to use it, where's my sanity?" Draco done an excellent impression of the pair – making Harry snap back his head as he roared with laughter.
"I'm really warming to you, Potter." Draco said, with a cheeky smile on his face.
"Should I mark that down as sarcasm, Malfoy?" Harry said, as he raised an eyebrow.
"No. Mark is down as… a stamp of approval. Now, what about these cards? Can they fly or anything?" Draco said, rubbing his hands together.
Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes, smiling.
It was now coming up for half past six, and the door was about to open to let Harry and Draco out for dinner. Standing at the entrance impatiently, and rolling their eyes when the portrait actually did give way, Draco and Harry made their way down to the Great Hall.
"You're totally wrong, Potter!" Draco shouted, waving his hands dramatically in the air. "Scotland's seeker is amazing!"
Harry refused to answer, the question – he just grinned and nodded his head. "Whatever you say, Malfoy – whatever you say."
Snape had just managed to catch Draco playfully punch Harry's arm as he looked up from his plate.
"Fighting already gentlemen?" He asked, as the boys sat in the table opposite the small group of teachers.
Harry and Draco looked at each other, and silently agreed that playing enemies would be fun. After all, they were so good at it.
"Piss off, Malfoy! I wish you would stop hitting me!" Harry was trying to hold back his laughter, but to Snape it just seemed like he was trying to repel his fury.
"What did I tell you, Mr Malfoy? NO FIGHTING!" Snape bellowed.
"But, Professor Snape, sir…" Draco began. "Potter stole my underwear!"
Harry didn't know who was more embarrassed – Snape or himself.
"What? Is this true, Potter?" Snape snarled.
"It IS true, Sir!" Draco whined. "And he put them on his head!"
Harry and Draco couldn't help it – they were both practically on the floor in giggles.
Snape tutted, and went back to his food, hiding his smile from them, and lowering his voice to Professor McGonagall. "I think it's working."
**new chapter (6) will be up shortly. Until then, folks – toodles!**
