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: well I have tried to make this chapter a little more eventful than the others… hope you like :)
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: as always, all my excellent reviewers – you all bring a smile to my face :) I really appreciate your comments.
Emotion Sickness
Chapter 6 – Lost
When Harry and Draco arrived back at their dorms, they were surprised to see a small envelope waiting on the common room table.
"What's this?" Harry asked inquisitively, picking up the letter and opening it carefully. As he took the parchment letter out, he began to read.
'Dear Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy,
It's nice to see the pair of you… on civil grounds. As a small reward to this 'achievement', and the fact that tomorrow is Christmas Eve, I have given the portrait permission to be open during 12 noon and 4 pm tomorrow afternoon, where I would like the pair of you to go outside and get some fresh air. Do not use this as an opportunity to break my absolute trust in you, remember – actions have consequences.
I'll be keeping an eye on you.
Professor Snape.'
Harry and Draco glanced at each other with grins plastered to their faces.
"Alright!" Harry bellowed. "I finally get some broom-time!"
Raising his eyebrows, Draco found it incredibly funny that Harry did not quite catch on to the error of his words. "Broom time?" He retorted. "What you do in private… I mean, that's completely up to you…" He began.
"Ha ha." Harry said sarcastically, only feeling slightly embarrassed. "Don't you WANT to? We'll have the whole Quidditch pitch to ourselves – plus we can go and see Hagrid!" Harry was practically giddy, which unnerved Draco slightly.
"What… that great lump?!" Draco spat, feeling his usual sneer set back in place.
"Hey – don't call him that. He's a good friend of mine, Malfoy. You don't even know him – and remember what you told me yesterday. Looks can be deceiving – well, I trusted that fact with you, did I not?"
Draco shifted from foot to foot, damning himself for telling Harry too much. "Well… errr…" He stammered. *O, what the hell – might be amusing.* "O, alright, Potter!"
They could feel the thin layer of snow crunch under their footsteps as they took a slow walk up to the pitch.
Draco and Harry had both put their robes over their own clothes – Harry, dressed in his usual dark cords and jumper that Ron's mum had knitted him, gloves and Gryffindor scarf, Draco kitted out in black jeans and a grey sweatshirt, also wearing his House scarf and gloves.
"Who'd have thought," Draco said in a breathless voice as they edged nearer the pitch. "A Slytherin and a Gryffindor – walking side by side." He looked at Harry who just smiled at him.
The stood by one of the immensely tall stands, mounting their brooms. The air was cold and damp against their faces as they soared into the air and over the Quidditch pitch.
"Awwight over their, Potter?!" Draco yelled to Harry who was about 3 meters to the left of him.
"Fine, thanks!" Harry yelled back.
"Fancy a race?" Draco shouted.
"If you feel you're up to it, Malfoy!" Harry grinned. Draco's face had gone slightly pink with the cold.
Just at that moment, Harry had shifted his Nimbus 2000 adjacent to Draco.
"To that tree and back?" He said, pointing to the nearest tree in the forest.
"Pfft – too easy, Potter! How about… the end of the forest – last there loses." He grinned deviously, and enjoyed the look of alarm on Harry's face.
"Snape'll kill us if he finds out we've been in the Dark Forest, Malfoy – you saw what he wrote!"
But before Harry could finish his sentence, Draco had zoomed off in front of him, quickly whipping his head round and shouting "Come on, Potter! You don't want to lose to ME do you?!"
Harry stumbled with his thoughts for a minute or two, before shooting off behind the pale haired boy.
*What does he think he's playing at?!* Harry thought as the cold air pricked into his skin as he flew.
The sky was dull ahead over the forest, and Harry could only make out the green and silver scarf of Draco's flapping violently in the wind.
His glasses were beginning to get damp, causing temporary blindness. Reaching up with his left hand, he began to take them off so he could see better, not seeing the tall dark oak tree ahead of him.
The last thing he saw was stars. Millions of tiny white stars forming a film of dust over his eyes, making him feel drowsy and light. Then the ground.
*I've won! I've actually won over Potter!* Draco thought to himself, as he landed with a halt to the ground, grinning from ear to ear. That's the only reason why he wanted to take part in this little race – to prove to Harry that he was capable of winning something over him.
Frowning and squinting up at the sky, Draco scowled as Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"Potter?" He asked inquisitively, looking at the ground around him.
No answer.
"Is this some sort of game, Potter?" He asked more loudly, storming around a small area of forest around him, expecting to see Harry huddled up behind a tree in silent giggles.
But still – Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"POTTER!!" Draco bellowed loudly, genuinely beginning to get worried.
*He'll be OK* Draco reassured himself. *Maybe he decided to stay behind. He didn't seem to keen on the idea, anyway.*
Hoping that his theory was correct, Draco began to walk his way through the forest in the direction of Hogwarts, just to keep himself satisfied that the other boy wasn't playing a nasty trick on him.
He found him 5 minutes later – slumped face down in the dirt against a tree, glasses lying 10 inches away from his outstretched hand, broom lying across his back.
"Potter!" Draco breathed, dropping his Nimbus 2001 and rushing down next to Harry's crumpled body.
Turning him round quickly but gently, Draco saw that Harry had taken a nasty blow to the head, the blood had already started to drip down to his eye. His left cheek was grazed and there was a small cut on his bottom lip.
"Oh, God – Potter wake up!" Draco breathed, hardly believing his eyes.
To Draco's relieve, Harry began to stir and opened his eyes.
"Wh…what happened?" He whispered hoarsely, groaning as pain in his left shoulder began to increase.
"You must have… crashed into this tree here" Draco said, looking up at the large oak.
"Are you OK? Are you hurt?" Draco's eyes flittered over Harry's body.
"No. I think I've torn the ligament in something" Harry grunted, and sat up, wincing in pain as his shoulder screamed in protest.
"What? Oh god, this is all my ruddy fault." Draco sneered, and sat down on his backside, with his head in his hands.
*Why did I ask him to race me? Did I know that he was going to fall? Is this what I wanted?*
"It's not your fault, Draco" Harry placed a gentle hand on Draco's leg.
"I'm just a clumsy prat, that's all." He laughed, and held back a groan of pain.
Draco looked up, his face in tears.
"I think… I think it might be my shoulder." Harry turned to look at the top of his arm – the same one he had broken the previous year.
"At least it's not as painful as losing all of the bones in it, though." He laughed dryly.
"I feel awful – I'm so sorry," Draco began, he had held it back before, but the flood of emotion seemed to wash over him. "I'm sorry I've been such a twat to you and your friends, I'm sorry I got you into this mess – I'm sorry you have to spend another week and a half with me."
Harry looked at Draco's tear swollen face. He struggled to find words to say back to Malfoy, although the boy's sudden repent made his heart pang.
Draco swiftly wiped the tears from his face, and helped Harry stand.
"Are you sure the rest of you is OK?" Draco whispered quietly, ashamed of himself.
"Yes – yes I'm fine, thank you." Harry smiled reassuringly.
"Like I said, I'm a clumsy prat – I'm not surprised I crashed."
Draco made a small smile and looked around the woods, that seemed to have shifted slightly in the last ten minutes. "Err… is it just me, or has the path… changed?" He shifted around nervously. The last time he got lost was when he was 8, in the forest next to Malfoy Mansion – when he first got his hands on a racing broom.
Harry looked around, noticing the sudden change in bearings. "I think you're right… that path wasn't there before…" Harry pointed to a narrow corridor of trees in front of them.
Draco swiftly turned around, ready to pick up his broom, which appeared to be nowhere in sight.
"Wha-where the hell did my Nimbus go?!" He stuttered angrily. "I dropped it right there!!" Draco retorted, pointing to the patch of muddy grass and twigs next to Harry's feet.
Harry frowned, and turned around in a full circle noticing his broom was out of sight also, not believing the situation he was in.
"We're lost." He muttered, glaring at Draco's fear stricken face.
**like to leave it on a cliffhanger people. Hope you liked it!**
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: well I have tried to make this chapter a little more eventful than the others… hope you like :)
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: as always, all my excellent reviewers – you all bring a smile to my face :) I really appreciate your comments.
Emotion Sickness
Chapter 6 – Lost
When Harry and Draco arrived back at their dorms, they were surprised to see a small envelope waiting on the common room table.
"What's this?" Harry asked inquisitively, picking up the letter and opening it carefully. As he took the parchment letter out, he began to read.
'Dear Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy,
It's nice to see the pair of you… on civil grounds. As a small reward to this 'achievement', and the fact that tomorrow is Christmas Eve, I have given the portrait permission to be open during 12 noon and 4 pm tomorrow afternoon, where I would like the pair of you to go outside and get some fresh air. Do not use this as an opportunity to break my absolute trust in you, remember – actions have consequences.
I'll be keeping an eye on you.
Professor Snape.'
Harry and Draco glanced at each other with grins plastered to their faces.
"Alright!" Harry bellowed. "I finally get some broom-time!"
Raising his eyebrows, Draco found it incredibly funny that Harry did not quite catch on to the error of his words. "Broom time?" He retorted. "What you do in private… I mean, that's completely up to you…" He began.
"Ha ha." Harry said sarcastically, only feeling slightly embarrassed. "Don't you WANT to? We'll have the whole Quidditch pitch to ourselves – plus we can go and see Hagrid!" Harry was practically giddy, which unnerved Draco slightly.
"What… that great lump?!" Draco spat, feeling his usual sneer set back in place.
"Hey – don't call him that. He's a good friend of mine, Malfoy. You don't even know him – and remember what you told me yesterday. Looks can be deceiving – well, I trusted that fact with you, did I not?"
Draco shifted from foot to foot, damning himself for telling Harry too much. "Well… errr…" He stammered. *O, what the hell – might be amusing.* "O, alright, Potter!"
They could feel the thin layer of snow crunch under their footsteps as they took a slow walk up to the pitch.
Draco and Harry had both put their robes over their own clothes – Harry, dressed in his usual dark cords and jumper that Ron's mum had knitted him, gloves and Gryffindor scarf, Draco kitted out in black jeans and a grey sweatshirt, also wearing his House scarf and gloves.
"Who'd have thought," Draco said in a breathless voice as they edged nearer the pitch. "A Slytherin and a Gryffindor – walking side by side." He looked at Harry who just smiled at him.
The stood by one of the immensely tall stands, mounting their brooms. The air was cold and damp against their faces as they soared into the air and over the Quidditch pitch.
"Awwight over their, Potter?!" Draco yelled to Harry who was about 3 meters to the left of him.
"Fine, thanks!" Harry yelled back.
"Fancy a race?" Draco shouted.
"If you feel you're up to it, Malfoy!" Harry grinned. Draco's face had gone slightly pink with the cold.
Just at that moment, Harry had shifted his Nimbus 2000 adjacent to Draco.
"To that tree and back?" He said, pointing to the nearest tree in the forest.
"Pfft – too easy, Potter! How about… the end of the forest – last there loses." He grinned deviously, and enjoyed the look of alarm on Harry's face.
"Snape'll kill us if he finds out we've been in the Dark Forest, Malfoy – you saw what he wrote!"
But before Harry could finish his sentence, Draco had zoomed off in front of him, quickly whipping his head round and shouting "Come on, Potter! You don't want to lose to ME do you?!"
Harry stumbled with his thoughts for a minute or two, before shooting off behind the pale haired boy.
*What does he think he's playing at?!* Harry thought as the cold air pricked into his skin as he flew.
The sky was dull ahead over the forest, and Harry could only make out the green and silver scarf of Draco's flapping violently in the wind.
His glasses were beginning to get damp, causing temporary blindness. Reaching up with his left hand, he began to take them off so he could see better, not seeing the tall dark oak tree ahead of him.
The last thing he saw was stars. Millions of tiny white stars forming a film of dust over his eyes, making him feel drowsy and light. Then the ground.
*I've won! I've actually won over Potter!* Draco thought to himself, as he landed with a halt to the ground, grinning from ear to ear. That's the only reason why he wanted to take part in this little race – to prove to Harry that he was capable of winning something over him.
Frowning and squinting up at the sky, Draco scowled as Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"Potter?" He asked inquisitively, looking at the ground around him.
No answer.
"Is this some sort of game, Potter?" He asked more loudly, storming around a small area of forest around him, expecting to see Harry huddled up behind a tree in silent giggles.
But still – Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"POTTER!!" Draco bellowed loudly, genuinely beginning to get worried.
*He'll be OK* Draco reassured himself. *Maybe he decided to stay behind. He didn't seem to keen on the idea, anyway.*
Hoping that his theory was correct, Draco began to walk his way through the forest in the direction of Hogwarts, just to keep himself satisfied that the other boy wasn't playing a nasty trick on him.
He found him 5 minutes later – slumped face down in the dirt against a tree, glasses lying 10 inches away from his outstretched hand, broom lying across his back.
"Potter!" Draco breathed, dropping his Nimbus 2001 and rushing down next to Harry's crumpled body.
Turning him round quickly but gently, Draco saw that Harry had taken a nasty blow to the head, the blood had already started to drip down to his eye. His left cheek was grazed and there was a small cut on his bottom lip.
"Oh, God – Potter wake up!" Draco breathed, hardly believing his eyes.
To Draco's relieve, Harry began to stir and opened his eyes.
"Wh…what happened?" He whispered hoarsely, groaning as pain in his left shoulder began to increase.
"You must have… crashed into this tree here" Draco said, looking up at the large oak.
"Are you OK? Are you hurt?" Draco's eyes flittered over Harry's body.
"No. I think I've torn the ligament in something" Harry grunted, and sat up, wincing in pain as his shoulder screamed in protest.
"What? Oh god, this is all my ruddy fault." Draco sneered, and sat down on his backside, with his head in his hands.
*Why did I ask him to race me? Did I know that he was going to fall? Is this what I wanted?*
"It's not your fault, Draco" Harry placed a gentle hand on Draco's leg.
"I'm just a clumsy prat, that's all." He laughed, and held back a groan of pain.
Draco looked up, his face in tears.
"I think… I think it might be my shoulder." Harry turned to look at the top of his arm – the same one he had broken the previous year.
"At least it's not as painful as losing all of the bones in it, though." He laughed dryly.
"I feel awful – I'm so sorry," Draco began, he had held it back before, but the flood of emotion seemed to wash over him. "I'm sorry I've been such a twat to you and your friends, I'm sorry I got you into this mess – I'm sorry you have to spend another week and a half with me."
Harry looked at Draco's tear swollen face. He struggled to find words to say back to Malfoy, although the boy's sudden repent made his heart pang.
Draco swiftly wiped the tears from his face, and helped Harry stand.
"Are you sure the rest of you is OK?" Draco whispered quietly, ashamed of himself.
"Yes – yes I'm fine, thank you." Harry smiled reassuringly.
"Like I said, I'm a clumsy prat – I'm not surprised I crashed."
Draco made a small smile and looked around the woods, that seemed to have shifted slightly in the last ten minutes. "Err… is it just me, or has the path… changed?" He shifted around nervously. The last time he got lost was when he was 8, in the forest next to Malfoy Mansion – when he first got his hands on a racing broom.
Harry looked around, noticing the sudden change in bearings. "I think you're right… that path wasn't there before…" Harry pointed to a narrow corridor of trees in front of them.
Draco swiftly turned around, ready to pick up his broom, which appeared to be nowhere in sight.
"Wha-where the hell did my Nimbus go?!" He stuttered angrily. "I dropped it right there!!" Draco retorted, pointing to the patch of muddy grass and twigs next to Harry's feet.
Harry frowned, and turned around in a full circle noticing his broom was out of sight also, not believing the situation he was in.
"We're lost." He muttered, glaring at Draco's fear stricken face.
**like to leave it on a cliffhanger people. Hope you liked it!**
