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. Hadn't he had the same dream before?
"Ron, have you seen my glasses?" Harry hissed when he couldn't find them. Someone handed him his glasses out of no where. "Oh, here they are."
"And there you are, smuggy buggins! SURPRISE! I TOLD YOU I'D SURPRISE YOU!" Draco's horrendous voice screeched into his ears. Draco was hugging him - in his bed! Again!
"NOT THIS AGAIN!" Harry screamed. He had had enough of this! He didn't care if it was going to stop his chances of curing Draco, but he was angry! "STOP IT!"
Harry shoved Draco off the bed, and he hit the floor with a loud CRASH. Just like before, everyone woke up. The droaning sounds of other years could be heard outside. Harry heard one of the Weasely twin's voice whining, "WITH ROOMATES LIKE THIS, WHO NEEDS ALARM CLOCKS?!"
Within a few minutes, a large portion of Gryffindor was at their dorm's door.
"Harry! Will you and your boyfriend please TRY to be quieter?!" A girl from the Quidditch team yawned angrily.
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"
Draco rubbed his head and blinked.
"Oh...something about jelly beans...uh...potatoes?"
"What is he doing here?" Harry pointed to Draco.
"He transferred to Gryffindor," Ron sleepily announced. "Didn't we tell you that, Harry?"
"NOOO!" Harry screeched.
"Harry and his 'ickle boyfwend are sweeeeeping together!" Fred's voice called over the crowd. He pushed his way to the front, and leaned on the desk beside Harry's bed. "You pwobabwy wuv him, eh Hawwy Wawwy?"
"Shut up, Fred." Harry leered. "And get off my desk."
Fred looked down. He had noticed the pink book. He gave a quick look at Ginny. Harry could see her face was red too. He snatched the book, and passed it to Ginny as quickly as he could, hissing, "Hide this, you stupid prat!"
Draco, from the concosion on his head, passed out on the floor. This took the interest away from the Gryffindors, and they all left for an early breakfast down stairs.
"Harry, you got any idea what that pink book thing was about?" Ron asked Harry. He too had noticed Fred and Ginny's reaction.
"It was a diary. A Weasley diary." Harry said. Ron turned red, and shook his head.
"Wasn't mine," He chuckled. "Seriously."
Harry believed him. He could when Ron was lying. Plus, he doubted wether Ron would keep a pink diary with him and just leave it on the floor.
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. Hadn't he had the same dream before?
"Ron, have you seen my glasses?" Harry hissed when he couldn't find them. Someone handed him his glasses out of no where. "Oh, here they are."
"And there you are, smuggy buggins! SURPRISE! I TOLD YOU I'D SURPRISE YOU!" Draco's horrendous voice screeched into his ears. Draco was hugging him - in his bed! Again!
"NOT THIS AGAIN!" Harry screamed. He had had enough of this! He didn't care if it was going to stop his chances of curing Draco, but he was angry! "STOP IT!"
Harry shoved Draco off the bed, and he hit the floor with a loud CRASH. Just like before, everyone woke up. The droaning sounds of other years could be heard outside. Harry heard one of the Weasely twin's voice whining, "WITH ROOMATES LIKE THIS, WHO NEEDS ALARM CLOCKS?!"
Within a few minutes, a large portion of Gryffindor was at their dorm's door.
"Harry! Will you and your boyfriend please TRY to be quieter?!" A girl from the Quidditch team yawned angrily.
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"
Draco rubbed his head and blinked.
"Oh...something about jelly beans...uh...potatoes?"
"What is he doing here?" Harry pointed to Draco.
"He transferred to Gryffindor," Ron sleepily announced. "Didn't we tell you that, Harry?"
"NOOO!" Harry screeched.
"Harry and his 'ickle boyfwend are sweeeeeping together!" Fred's voice called over the crowd. He pushed his way to the front, and leaned on the desk beside Harry's bed. "You pwobabwy wuv him, eh Hawwy Wawwy?"
"Shut up, Fred." Harry leered. "And get off my desk."
Fred looked down. He had noticed the pink book. He gave a quick look at Ginny. Harry could see her face was red too. He snatched the book, and passed it to Ginny as quickly as he could, hissing, "Hide this, you stupid prat!"
Draco, from the concosion on his head, passed out on the floor. This took the interest away from the Gryffindors, and they all left for an early breakfast down stairs.
"Harry, you got any idea what that pink book thing was about?" Ron asked Harry. He too had noticed Fred and Ginny's reaction.
"It was a diary. A Weasley diary." Harry said. Ron turned red, and shook his head.
"Wasn't mine," He chuckled. "Seriously."
Harry believed him. He could when Ron was lying. Plus, he doubted wether Ron would keep a pink diary with him and just leave it on the floor.