Dim, musky morning light shown through the closed drapes of the Gryffindor Common room. It glimmered into Harry Potter's eyes and awoke him. The bedroom looked blury without his glasses on, so he fundled on the desk to pick them up.
He had been having the strangest dream. Funny it had awoken him before everybody else. Now that he thought back on it, Harry could barely even remember what had happened in the dream.
"Ron, have you seen my glasses?" Harry hissed when he couldn't find them. He was answered by a loud snoor. "Thanks alot Ron. Oh, here they are."
Harry's hand touched the rim of the glasses, which aparently had been dropped to the floor.
He slipped them on his face, just to be knocked off by a slap on his shoulder.
"What the...?"
Harry spun around, to find not only Malfoy's hand, but his whole body in the bed. Harry's bed!
"Malfoy!" Harry hissed, trying to get back on his glasses in a clumsy fashion. "What are you doing?"
His silver eyes opened dazily and he smiled, "G'morning Harry."
Harry screamed again and fell out of his bunk and onto the cold, hard floor. The crash woke up everybody in the dormitory.
"Harry, what's going on?" Ron asked as he rubbed his eyes, but then they got wider. "Bloody hell, why's Malfoy...?"
"I don't know!"
"Oh, Harry..." The twins had rushed over to Harry's bed, and Fred was waving his finger. "Naughty naughty!"
"Exuse me, please," Hermione's voice could be heard as she came into the boy's bedrooms. Her face looked as stern as ever, and her frizzy bedhead hair was getting quite a few looks. "Harry! Malfoy!"
"Don't look at me!" Harry shook his head. "I don't know what's going on!"
"I'll tell you what's going on," George piped, a rather nasty grin on his face. "Harry's got a boyfriend."
"I do not!" Harry argued. "I don't!"
"Five more minutes..." Malfoy yawned, and grabbed Harry round the middle. The whole room burst up in laughter, except for Hermione.
"How did he get in here?" She questioned in the midst of the laughing. "Slytherins can't know the Gryffindor password! It's against the rules!"
"I know." Fred teased and pointed to Harry, who was trying his best to get Malfoy off of him. "He let him in."
"No!" Harry shook his head. "There has got to be something wrong with him! This is too weird!"
"Wickle Harry worrying about baby-waby Malfoy? They do wuve each other." George taunted, and the two twins started cracking up.
Harry had had enough.
"I swear, I'll-"
"Swear you'll what?"
Proffesor McGonagall was standing in the doorway. She had a serious look on her face, but it was slightly confused.
"What is going on here?"
"Malfoy snuck into my bed while I was sleeping!" Harry explained. "He's not my boyfriend!"
"I never said he was your boyfriend, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said. "But I stil l am curious how Mr. Malfoy got inside of the Gryffindor Common Room." "Don't ask me!"
"Yes, I will ask you, Mr. Potter." There was a snicker throughout the bedroom. McGonagall eyed the Gryffindors sternly, then looked back at Harry. "Bring yourself and Mr. Malfoy down into my office, now."
"Yes, Proffesor." Harry hung his head. She disappeared out of the door.
"This is to great!" The twins cheered, and the other Gryffindors joined. "Harry and Draco sititng in a tree, K-I-S-S-"
"Shut up!" Harry shrieked, and slapped Malfoy in the face. "Get up, you lazy git!"
"Erm?" He said stupidly. "Bathtime already?"
Harry slapped him again.
"Get up!" Harry was getting frustrated with this. "I told you to get up and get out of my bed, now!"
"Okay, okay," He lazy got to his feet, then swayed back onto the bed. "I'm too tired..."
"God!" Harry grabbed Malfoy's hand and pulled him up again. "We have to go McGonagall's office or we'll get in even bigger trouble!"
"Wah..."
The Gryffindors were laughing themselves stupid when they saw Harry and Malfoy walking out of the room hand in hand. It was humiliating, but Harry and Malfoy managed to leave the Common Room in one piece. When they got outside, they were alone. It was too early for anyone to be going to classes.
"Malfoy, explain it to me!" Harry growled. "Why did you go into my bed?"
Malfoy was quiet as he looked up into the cieling.
"Because I like you." he said softly.
"Like me?" Harry felt the back of his neck go hot. "Like me? Is that what you are going to tell McGonagall?"
"Yeah." Malfoy nodded.
"And how did you get into the Common Room?" Harry questioned.
"I dunno," Malfoy said, and let Harry's hand go. Harry was getting angrier by the second.
"Your so STUPID!" Harry cried. "Your not going to tell that to McGonagall! You might start a rumour, or worse, I might be moved into the girl's dorimitory!"
They reached McGonagall's office as Harry said that. McGonagall gestured towards to chairs in front of her desk. The two boys sat down.
"Now, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall began. "I want you to explain everything to me. Mr. Potter, you first."
"Well, I woke up, and Malfoy was sleeping in my bed," Harry said. "I yelled, fell out of my bed, and woke everybody up. I don't know why or how he got there."
"I see," McGonagall's cheeks were slightly pink. "Now, Mr. Malfoy, explain your side of the story."
Harry looked to Malfoy. His head was cocked on his shoulder with eyes closed, and drool dribbling out of his mouth.
"Mrum mrum...mandrake milkshakes..."
"Mr. Malfoy," McGonagal was becoming agrivated. "Please wake up." She patted his pale cheeks. Malfoy woke up.
"Eh!" He yelped. "Hello Kitty panties!"
Harry snickered as Malfoy fell right back asleep.
"I wonder," McGonagall stroked her chin.
"Wonder what, Proffesor Mc.Gonagall?" Harry asked. He recoiled when Malfoy's head dropped on his shoulder.
"There is a potion called Aphrodite's Wreath," she began, but shook her head. "Never mind..."
"What? I want to know, professor."
"Aphrodite's Wreath is an extremely powerful love potion," McGonagall said. She took out a potions book. "That makes the drinker have their crush fall madly in love with them. But if the potion is done wrong, it reverses the effect."
"Reverses?" Harry winced. "You mean he was going to..."
"He wouldn't be in your bed if he didn't like you, Mr. Potter, as much as I hate to admit it." She sighed. "But he must have intended the potion for you and incorrectly made it. " She looked at one of the book's pages. "It says if it is dranken one a new moon and not a full moon, it is reversed."
"It's a new moon," Harry sighed. He remembered that from Astronomy class.
"Other effects of drinking it on a new moon include incredible sleepiness and clumsiness, and he will be entirely devoted to you." McGonagall shrugged. "But he will switch out of this state during the moonlight. Odd, isn't it?" She slammed the book shut. "All I can suggest is not to let this out, and to try to help Mr. Malfoy as much as you can."
"Help him?"
"That is what I said." She flickered her hand. "Now return to your dormitory."
"You mean you aren't going to punish me?" Harry asked, and brought out his wand. He used a spell to make Malfoy hover.
"Oh, no, Mr. Potter," She shook her head. "You didn't do anything. But when Mr. Malfoy gets out of his state, he will be severally punished."
"When will that be?"
"I know you may not want to hear this," McGonagall said slowly. "But when unless potion's intent has been completed, it will not be undone."
"That means-"
"You have to convince Malfoy you like him." Harry felt quizy. "I am not saying you have to like him, though. Or you can wait until it wears off."
"How long will that take?"
"Until the next solar eclipse, Mr. Potter."
"I'll pretend," Harry said at once, and left the room with Malfoy floating at his side (Malfoy rammed into the wall before going through).
McGonagall waited until their footsteps had disappeared when she reopened the book. She flipped to read about Aphrodite's Wreath.
"Oh look at that," she smiled. "Other effects may include spontanious invisibility. That explains how he got in."
CHAPTER END
He had been having the strangest dream. Funny it had awoken him before everybody else. Now that he thought back on it, Harry could barely even remember what had happened in the dream.
"Ron, have you seen my glasses?" Harry hissed when he couldn't find them. He was answered by a loud snoor. "Thanks alot Ron. Oh, here they are."
Harry's hand touched the rim of the glasses, which aparently had been dropped to the floor.
He slipped them on his face, just to be knocked off by a slap on his shoulder.
"What the...?"
Harry spun around, to find not only Malfoy's hand, but his whole body in the bed. Harry's bed!
"Malfoy!" Harry hissed, trying to get back on his glasses in a clumsy fashion. "What are you doing?"
His silver eyes opened dazily and he smiled, "G'morning Harry."
Harry screamed again and fell out of his bunk and onto the cold, hard floor. The crash woke up everybody in the dormitory.
"Harry, what's going on?" Ron asked as he rubbed his eyes, but then they got wider. "Bloody hell, why's Malfoy...?"
"I don't know!"
"Oh, Harry..." The twins had rushed over to Harry's bed, and Fred was waving his finger. "Naughty naughty!"
"Exuse me, please," Hermione's voice could be heard as she came into the boy's bedrooms. Her face looked as stern as ever, and her frizzy bedhead hair was getting quite a few looks. "Harry! Malfoy!"
"Don't look at me!" Harry shook his head. "I don't know what's going on!"
"I'll tell you what's going on," George piped, a rather nasty grin on his face. "Harry's got a boyfriend."
"I do not!" Harry argued. "I don't!"
"Five more minutes..." Malfoy yawned, and grabbed Harry round the middle. The whole room burst up in laughter, except for Hermione.
"How did he get in here?" She questioned in the midst of the laughing. "Slytherins can't know the Gryffindor password! It's against the rules!"
"I know." Fred teased and pointed to Harry, who was trying his best to get Malfoy off of him. "He let him in."
"No!" Harry shook his head. "There has got to be something wrong with him! This is too weird!"
"Wickle Harry worrying about baby-waby Malfoy? They do wuve each other." George taunted, and the two twins started cracking up.
Harry had had enough.
"I swear, I'll-"
"Swear you'll what?"
Proffesor McGonagall was standing in the doorway. She had a serious look on her face, but it was slightly confused.
"What is going on here?"
"Malfoy snuck into my bed while I was sleeping!" Harry explained. "He's not my boyfriend!"
"I never said he was your boyfriend, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said. "But I stil l am curious how Mr. Malfoy got inside of the Gryffindor Common Room." "Don't ask me!"
"Yes, I will ask you, Mr. Potter." There was a snicker throughout the bedroom. McGonagall eyed the Gryffindors sternly, then looked back at Harry. "Bring yourself and Mr. Malfoy down into my office, now."
"Yes, Proffesor." Harry hung his head. She disappeared out of the door.
"This is to great!" The twins cheered, and the other Gryffindors joined. "Harry and Draco sititng in a tree, K-I-S-S-"
"Shut up!" Harry shrieked, and slapped Malfoy in the face. "Get up, you lazy git!"
"Erm?" He said stupidly. "Bathtime already?"
Harry slapped him again.
"Get up!" Harry was getting frustrated with this. "I told you to get up and get out of my bed, now!"
"Okay, okay," He lazy got to his feet, then swayed back onto the bed. "I'm too tired..."
"God!" Harry grabbed Malfoy's hand and pulled him up again. "We have to go McGonagall's office or we'll get in even bigger trouble!"
"Wah..."
The Gryffindors were laughing themselves stupid when they saw Harry and Malfoy walking out of the room hand in hand. It was humiliating, but Harry and Malfoy managed to leave the Common Room in one piece. When they got outside, they were alone. It was too early for anyone to be going to classes.
"Malfoy, explain it to me!" Harry growled. "Why did you go into my bed?"
Malfoy was quiet as he looked up into the cieling.
"Because I like you." he said softly.
"Like me?" Harry felt the back of his neck go hot. "Like me? Is that what you are going to tell McGonagall?"
"Yeah." Malfoy nodded.
"And how did you get into the Common Room?" Harry questioned.
"I dunno," Malfoy said, and let Harry's hand go. Harry was getting angrier by the second.
"Your so STUPID!" Harry cried. "Your not going to tell that to McGonagall! You might start a rumour, or worse, I might be moved into the girl's dorimitory!"
They reached McGonagall's office as Harry said that. McGonagall gestured towards to chairs in front of her desk. The two boys sat down.
"Now, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall began. "I want you to explain everything to me. Mr. Potter, you first."
"Well, I woke up, and Malfoy was sleeping in my bed," Harry said. "I yelled, fell out of my bed, and woke everybody up. I don't know why or how he got there."
"I see," McGonagall's cheeks were slightly pink. "Now, Mr. Malfoy, explain your side of the story."
Harry looked to Malfoy. His head was cocked on his shoulder with eyes closed, and drool dribbling out of his mouth.
"Mrum mrum...mandrake milkshakes..."
"Mr. Malfoy," McGonagal was becoming agrivated. "Please wake up." She patted his pale cheeks. Malfoy woke up.
"Eh!" He yelped. "Hello Kitty panties!"
Harry snickered as Malfoy fell right back asleep.
"I wonder," McGonagall stroked her chin.
"Wonder what, Proffesor Mc.Gonagall?" Harry asked. He recoiled when Malfoy's head dropped on his shoulder.
"There is a potion called Aphrodite's Wreath," she began, but shook her head. "Never mind..."
"What? I want to know, professor."
"Aphrodite's Wreath is an extremely powerful love potion," McGonagall said. She took out a potions book. "That makes the drinker have their crush fall madly in love with them. But if the potion is done wrong, it reverses the effect."
"Reverses?" Harry winced. "You mean he was going to..."
"He wouldn't be in your bed if he didn't like you, Mr. Potter, as much as I hate to admit it." She sighed. "But he must have intended the potion for you and incorrectly made it. " She looked at one of the book's pages. "It says if it is dranken one a new moon and not a full moon, it is reversed."
"It's a new moon," Harry sighed. He remembered that from Astronomy class.
"Other effects of drinking it on a new moon include incredible sleepiness and clumsiness, and he will be entirely devoted to you." McGonagall shrugged. "But he will switch out of this state during the moonlight. Odd, isn't it?" She slammed the book shut. "All I can suggest is not to let this out, and to try to help Mr. Malfoy as much as you can."
"Help him?"
"That is what I said." She flickered her hand. "Now return to your dormitory."
"You mean you aren't going to punish me?" Harry asked, and brought out his wand. He used a spell to make Malfoy hover.
"Oh, no, Mr. Potter," She shook her head. "You didn't do anything. But when Mr. Malfoy gets out of his state, he will be severally punished."
"When will that be?"
"I know you may not want to hear this," McGonagall said slowly. "But when unless potion's intent has been completed, it will not be undone."
"That means-"
"You have to convince Malfoy you like him." Harry felt quizy. "I am not saying you have to like him, though. Or you can wait until it wears off."
"How long will that take?"
"Until the next solar eclipse, Mr. Potter."
"I'll pretend," Harry said at once, and left the room with Malfoy floating at his side (Malfoy rammed into the wall before going through).
McGonagall waited until their footsteps had disappeared when she reopened the book. She flipped to read about Aphrodite's Wreath.
"Oh look at that," she smiled. "Other effects may include spontanious invisibility. That explains how he got in."
CHAPTER END