Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Ok... You can think now.
Chapter 2 – Oh the possibilities. . .
"POTTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Harry didn't move his eyes away from the half full plate in front of him. His face remained bland and expressionless, even though inside he wished he could laugh out laud at the look on Weasley's face. He snorted and quickly spooned the rest of his breakfast into his mouth. Gulping it down he grabbed his ruck sack and quickly left the hall.
As he walked down the Arithmacy corridor he ran into a laughing Hermione.
"Yes?" she stopped. Dead.
"What are you doing here?" he didn't even allow himself a grimace. This was his reward. Bloody hell. If it was what would he get when he failed? He hoped he never had to find out.
"I do arithmacy. It makes sense I'd be here for my next class doesn't it?" he made sure his voice was neutral. Neutral was good. He remembered the book; 'confuse them'
"Since when have you done arithmacy?" he paused and frowned in a very fake way.
"You know, I don't see how that's any of your business, but I'll tell you anyway. Since I decided to"
"That's not a proper answer"
"Poor you then" he gritted his teeth and strode away, intent on the arithmacy classroom. The book again flashed in his mind 'Do not show sympathy'
He left a confused Hermione in his wake. Inside he grinned, somewhat manically is a given, but it was a smile none the less.
1 ~ Harry Potter 0 ~ Them
Of all his classes he liked arithmacy the best. It didn't involve too much magic which was a shame, but magic, like life and pranks, was unpredictable, arithmacy was logical. It was a law that couldn't be broken or corrupted, however many spells were cast. 1 + 1 still equalled 2. In an odd sort of way it was calming and comforting.
He pulled out the handbook, flicking to 'numerical ideas', and barely suppressed a snigger as he read the first entry for the category, briefly he wondered where the marauders had come up with the ideas in the book.
It reminded him of an e-mail Dudley had received and ignored. Harry however, snooping, had stumbled across it and had not been able to stand for laughing for a whole hour. The contents had held rough instructions for what to do when bored in an office job. He grinned, if he could turn that into a spell and adapt it into a form that would effect the other students, and him if need be, then it would be hysterical.
He looked up and put the book away as the Professor entered; content to sit back and do his work.
The Professor smiled at Hermione, who was, as usual, sitting in to front row, and briefly glanced over to Harry, who was sitting in the back row, as far away as he could possibly get from her.
"Now, students, homework please!" Harry groaned and dragged out his foot of parchment, dumping it on the desk with a flourish, happy that he had finished it. He looked up as the teacher stopped in front of his desk and picked up his chart.
"This looks good Harry" he lowered his voice, evidently trying not to be heard "why aren't you sitting with Hermione today?" Harry blinked. Wasn't this his private life they were nosing into? He blinked again and turned to look at Hermione who was scowling at the attention he was getting.
"Granger? Why would I want to sit next to her?" he had to suppress the erg to add 'I mean; she is a mudblood' he could tell however that this would not go down well. It wasn't that he carried if she was a mudblood or not, he just wanted to hurt her as much as he could. As it was his statement didn't agree with his teacher anyway. The other man frowned and muttered something under his breath before walking away, evidently deep in thought. Harry sighed and raised a rather 'rude' finger at his turned back. Only Hermione noticed and her eyes widened as if hell had frozen over.
Before she could say anything however the Professor had started his lesson.
Harry listened for a while, making sure he knew what was going on before planning his next prank. It wasn't big or anything, in fact, no one would even know it was a prank, but it would be embarrassing for most of the girls in Gryffindor tower anyway. He wasn't going to give any mercy to anyone, even his allies, if he could find any of course. In the up coming weeks he would put even the famous marauders to shame. In the coming weeks people would wander the corridors at their own peril. In the following weeks, Hogwarts wouldn't know what had hit it.
~*~
A/N: I don't usually encourage slash (Yack!), but you lot should read 'faith' this story is loosely (I say loosely because I mean it) based on it. If this story is as bad as my friend keeps on saying to me (she hasn't even looked at it!) then I can promise you faith is ten times better. Very good story. Read it. By the way, people who are non-slashers to the grave don't worry. It's just implied and you can skip the ---- bits.
A/N: Ok... You can think now.
Chapter 2 – Oh the possibilities. . .
"POTTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Harry didn't move his eyes away from the half full plate in front of him. His face remained bland and expressionless, even though inside he wished he could laugh out laud at the look on Weasley's face. He snorted and quickly spooned the rest of his breakfast into his mouth. Gulping it down he grabbed his ruck sack and quickly left the hall.
As he walked down the Arithmacy corridor he ran into a laughing Hermione.
"Yes?" she stopped. Dead.
"What are you doing here?" he didn't even allow himself a grimace. This was his reward. Bloody hell. If it was what would he get when he failed? He hoped he never had to find out.
"I do arithmacy. It makes sense I'd be here for my next class doesn't it?" he made sure his voice was neutral. Neutral was good. He remembered the book; 'confuse them'
"Since when have you done arithmacy?" he paused and frowned in a very fake way.
"You know, I don't see how that's any of your business, but I'll tell you anyway. Since I decided to"
"That's not a proper answer"
"Poor you then" he gritted his teeth and strode away, intent on the arithmacy classroom. The book again flashed in his mind 'Do not show sympathy'
He left a confused Hermione in his wake. Inside he grinned, somewhat manically is a given, but it was a smile none the less.
1 ~ Harry Potter 0 ~ Them
Of all his classes he liked arithmacy the best. It didn't involve too much magic which was a shame, but magic, like life and pranks, was unpredictable, arithmacy was logical. It was a law that couldn't be broken or corrupted, however many spells were cast. 1 + 1 still equalled 2. In an odd sort of way it was calming and comforting.
He pulled out the handbook, flicking to 'numerical ideas', and barely suppressed a snigger as he read the first entry for the category, briefly he wondered where the marauders had come up with the ideas in the book.
It reminded him of an e-mail Dudley had received and ignored. Harry however, snooping, had stumbled across it and had not been able to stand for laughing for a whole hour. The contents had held rough instructions for what to do when bored in an office job. He grinned, if he could turn that into a spell and adapt it into a form that would effect the other students, and him if need be, then it would be hysterical.
He looked up and put the book away as the Professor entered; content to sit back and do his work.
The Professor smiled at Hermione, who was, as usual, sitting in to front row, and briefly glanced over to Harry, who was sitting in the back row, as far away as he could possibly get from her.
"Now, students, homework please!" Harry groaned and dragged out his foot of parchment, dumping it on the desk with a flourish, happy that he had finished it. He looked up as the teacher stopped in front of his desk and picked up his chart.
"This looks good Harry" he lowered his voice, evidently trying not to be heard "why aren't you sitting with Hermione today?" Harry blinked. Wasn't this his private life they were nosing into? He blinked again and turned to look at Hermione who was scowling at the attention he was getting.
"Granger? Why would I want to sit next to her?" he had to suppress the erg to add 'I mean; she is a mudblood' he could tell however that this would not go down well. It wasn't that he carried if she was a mudblood or not, he just wanted to hurt her as much as he could. As it was his statement didn't agree with his teacher anyway. The other man frowned and muttered something under his breath before walking away, evidently deep in thought. Harry sighed and raised a rather 'rude' finger at his turned back. Only Hermione noticed and her eyes widened as if hell had frozen over.
Before she could say anything however the Professor had started his lesson.
Harry listened for a while, making sure he knew what was going on before planning his next prank. It wasn't big or anything, in fact, no one would even know it was a prank, but it would be embarrassing for most of the girls in Gryffindor tower anyway. He wasn't going to give any mercy to anyone, even his allies, if he could find any of course. In the up coming weeks he would put even the famous marauders to shame. In the coming weeks people would wander the corridors at their own peril. In the following weeks, Hogwarts wouldn't know what had hit it.
~*~
A/N: I don't usually encourage slash (Yack!), but you lot should read 'faith' this story is loosely (I say loosely because I mean it) based on it. If this story is as bad as my friend keeps on saying to me (she hasn't even looked at it!) then I can promise you faith is ten times better. Very good story. Read it. By the way, people who are non-slashers to the grave don't worry. It's just implied and you can skip the ---- bits.