Chapter 5
"Draco, darling, are you feeling alright? You look paler than normal. Is something wrong?" Pansy asked.
Draco looked up to see Pansy's cool blue ones staring back down at him with concern. His brain put together a sentence quickly, to cover how he really felt.
"I'm fine. Just, tired I suppose. It's been a long day and you know how it is," was Draco's short reply.
"Aye Draco!" shouted Crabbe, "Did you do your Potions? Can you help me on number 7 when you're done?"
Across the hall, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were talking about Quidditch, and informing Harry on what all new tricks were up their sleeves. Some of the plans included complicated maneuvers and new team members.
"Harry, are you okay? You're not looking to well. Here," Ron pushed some potatoes towards his friend, "Eat something, at least we'll know you're not starving yourself."
"M'fine. Don't worry about me, I'm just, trying to cope," Harry smiled and took a small bite of the potatoes.
It was getting late in the dinner when Harry's eyes wondered around the Great Hall. From table to table, he saw people laughing and grinning and people pushing and shoving jokingly. When he looked over at the Slytherin table, he noticed they were more sophisticated. They were lacking the noise and loud voices. They whispered to each other and didn't dare touch anyone. Draco, who sat in the middle of the table, had his head hung over his plate, poking at the mysterious food.
"Classical, the Draco Malfoy is too good for everyone. No, the Slytherin's are too good for anyone. That's why they are always so prestigious," Harry thought mildly.
After dinner, Harry went up to his dorm to think. Everyone else was in the common room complaining about homework or playing Exploding Snap.
Harry was just lying on the bed, when a thought erupted into his brain, "Who is your love? What happens when you get out of Hogwarts? What do I think of everyone? Who will I marry?" which lead him to think, "What am I looking for in a person?"
Questions were asked, and the answers were drifting around, Harry knew. He couldn't exactly answer any of those questions perfectly. He didn't know what he wanted, because he had never even really thought about it that much.
Okay, so there was Cho last year, but that ended up in a disaster anyways.
"I'm not going to count her. It was horrible from 'hullo'," Harry told himself.
After some contemplation, a perfect list formed in his head.
"They must care for me. Always be there, no matter what happens. Okay, maybe half the time. I don't know who would want to stick around Boy Wonder for long; everyone close to me dies eventually. Hermione? No, she and Ron are closer, I don't want a friend-friend relationship, and I want something that takes patience, courage, and bravery; must be a Gryffindor thing. But, I just don't know," Harry sighed, "Of course you're never going to know if you don't start opening your doors to new people, Harry. Consider EVERYONE! Who knows whom you will find lurking in the shadows of the unknown?" Harry reflected on his train of thought for quite sometime. He grew bored of himself, and fell asleep.
Draco had woken early that morning. It was frigid cold. Nothing was warm in those ungracious dungeons. Why such fine people as himself have to live like this while Saint Potter dreamed peacefully in heat was beyond him.
As the thought of Harry passed through is mind, Draco shivered; that was a first.
"What the hell?" Draco wondered idly.
"What happened?" another concerned Slytherin asked.
"Nothing. Just thinking."
Draco walked out of the Common Room to get ready for Potions early.
When the room started to fill with sleeping zombies, Draco smirked at the lack of enthusiasm. Snape shut the door behind everyone.
"Can anyone tell me what potion can fix appearance problems for a period of time?" he demanded an answer.
Granger's hand went up first. Draco knew, but decided to not bring attention to himself today.
"Mister Potter, do you know?"
"Umm, sir, I really don—" Harry was interrupted.
"It's Vicissitudo, sir," Draco shouted out.
"Mister Malfoy, please refrain yourself from speaking for others. 5 points from Slytherin and 2 back to Slytherin because the answer is correct.
Today we will be partnering up, to my liking think you Miss Brown, and you will make this potion over a week's time. Now you will find everything you'll need to know in your text. You will read it over today and discuss quietly to your partner who will do what. Brown and Goyle. Weasley and Crabbe. Granger and Parkinson. Finnigan and Zabini. Malfoy and Potter," he listed a few more, "Get started."
Everyone groaned when they had to move from their seats. Harry walked over to Draco and dropped his potions book on the desk in front of the pale boy. "You give me hell and I'll turn you into a toe," Harry threatened.
"Try to sound more sincere next time Potter. Start reading so you have a clue about what to do," Draco barked.
"Oh and I suppose you know so much about this already."
"I have enough knowledge to get myself and unfortunately you a passing grade when we have to write an essay at the end of this potion making," Malfoy sneered.
"Snape said nothing about an essay being written," Harry blinked, "How do you know?"
"Hello. I'm Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's most popular and smartest student. I also happen to occasionally stumble across a certain Potion teacher's scheduling book," Draco breathed, "Would you like to know anything else about me since I, unlike you, do not have books written on my life so everyone can fret for me."
"I do not have people 'fretting' for me. You're just jealous anyways."
Draco smirked. "Oh really?" he looked over to Pansy who was batting her eyelashes at him. "I, at lease have successful, worthwhile relationships. I heard about you traumatizing poor Cho last year. The darling had a crying fit, didn't she?"
"I DID NOT—" Harry was again interrupted by another Slytherin's voice; Snape's.
"I will see you all tomorrow. Do not bring your texts."
Harry jumped out of his seat.
For the remainder of the day, Potter watched Pansy and Draco 'eye-flirting' with each other. Malfoy seemed rather annoyed by it.
That night, Harry felt like going for a midnight stroll without his Invisibility Cloak. He walked past many pictures of sleeping wizards, witches, and animals. The moonlight made Hogwarts so much more like home.
"Potter!" shouted someone, who nearly gave Harry a heart attack.
"Who's there?" Harry spoke into the darkness.
"20 points for being out late and another 10 off for being so dumb," Draco walked out of the shadows, wearing his prefect badge.
"You wish you could take off points, Malfoy. And if you did really, I'd take that badge and shove it down your throat.
"Yes, I actually do wish I could take off points from you gits. I would have subtracted another 15 for threatening a prefect."
"Oh well. I have to ask you though, why did you save my arse today in Potions?"
"Because Potter," he spit out the boy's name, "I'm trying to do at least one good deed a day."
"To what?" continued Harry, "Pay off your Death Eater father and self? One deed can't redeem you for that."
Harry pounced on Draco, knocking him over. Strattling him at the hips, he reached for the smaller boy's left arm. Draco yelped and struggled beneath the weight. When Harry pulled up the sleeve, he found no marks at all.
"Geroff Potter!" squealed Draco, underneath him.
"Oh, umm..sorry!" Harry apologized.
"What in the bloody hell was that for?!"
"Just checking," Harry said.
"What are you 'checking' for Potter?" Draco said, rolling over and standing up.
"Dark Mark, you know, whole standard procedure."
"You do that little 'procedure' again and I'll make sure you [i]enjoy[/i] your life as a rat."
Harry looked at Draco, staying relatively calm. "Whatever you say Malfoy."
"Draco, darling, are you feeling alright? You look paler than normal. Is something wrong?" Pansy asked.
Draco looked up to see Pansy's cool blue ones staring back down at him with concern. His brain put together a sentence quickly, to cover how he really felt.
"I'm fine. Just, tired I suppose. It's been a long day and you know how it is," was Draco's short reply.
"Aye Draco!" shouted Crabbe, "Did you do your Potions? Can you help me on number 7 when you're done?"
Across the hall, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were talking about Quidditch, and informing Harry on what all new tricks were up their sleeves. Some of the plans included complicated maneuvers and new team members.
"Harry, are you okay? You're not looking to well. Here," Ron pushed some potatoes towards his friend, "Eat something, at least we'll know you're not starving yourself."
"M'fine. Don't worry about me, I'm just, trying to cope," Harry smiled and took a small bite of the potatoes.
It was getting late in the dinner when Harry's eyes wondered around the Great Hall. From table to table, he saw people laughing and grinning and people pushing and shoving jokingly. When he looked over at the Slytherin table, he noticed they were more sophisticated. They were lacking the noise and loud voices. They whispered to each other and didn't dare touch anyone. Draco, who sat in the middle of the table, had his head hung over his plate, poking at the mysterious food.
"Classical, the Draco Malfoy is too good for everyone. No, the Slytherin's are too good for anyone. That's why they are always so prestigious," Harry thought mildly.
After dinner, Harry went up to his dorm to think. Everyone else was in the common room complaining about homework or playing Exploding Snap.
Harry was just lying on the bed, when a thought erupted into his brain, "Who is your love? What happens when you get out of Hogwarts? What do I think of everyone? Who will I marry?" which lead him to think, "What am I looking for in a person?"
Questions were asked, and the answers were drifting around, Harry knew. He couldn't exactly answer any of those questions perfectly. He didn't know what he wanted, because he had never even really thought about it that much.
Okay, so there was Cho last year, but that ended up in a disaster anyways.
"I'm not going to count her. It was horrible from 'hullo'," Harry told himself.
After some contemplation, a perfect list formed in his head.
"They must care for me. Always be there, no matter what happens. Okay, maybe half the time. I don't know who would want to stick around Boy Wonder for long; everyone close to me dies eventually. Hermione? No, she and Ron are closer, I don't want a friend-friend relationship, and I want something that takes patience, courage, and bravery; must be a Gryffindor thing. But, I just don't know," Harry sighed, "Of course you're never going to know if you don't start opening your doors to new people, Harry. Consider EVERYONE! Who knows whom you will find lurking in the shadows of the unknown?" Harry reflected on his train of thought for quite sometime. He grew bored of himself, and fell asleep.
Draco had woken early that morning. It was frigid cold. Nothing was warm in those ungracious dungeons. Why such fine people as himself have to live like this while Saint Potter dreamed peacefully in heat was beyond him.
As the thought of Harry passed through is mind, Draco shivered; that was a first.
"What the hell?" Draco wondered idly.
"What happened?" another concerned Slytherin asked.
"Nothing. Just thinking."
Draco walked out of the Common Room to get ready for Potions early.
When the room started to fill with sleeping zombies, Draco smirked at the lack of enthusiasm. Snape shut the door behind everyone.
"Can anyone tell me what potion can fix appearance problems for a period of time?" he demanded an answer.
Granger's hand went up first. Draco knew, but decided to not bring attention to himself today.
"Mister Potter, do you know?"
"Umm, sir, I really don—" Harry was interrupted.
"It's Vicissitudo, sir," Draco shouted out.
"Mister Malfoy, please refrain yourself from speaking for others. 5 points from Slytherin and 2 back to Slytherin because the answer is correct.
Today we will be partnering up, to my liking think you Miss Brown, and you will make this potion over a week's time. Now you will find everything you'll need to know in your text. You will read it over today and discuss quietly to your partner who will do what. Brown and Goyle. Weasley and Crabbe. Granger and Parkinson. Finnigan and Zabini. Malfoy and Potter," he listed a few more, "Get started."
Everyone groaned when they had to move from their seats. Harry walked over to Draco and dropped his potions book on the desk in front of the pale boy. "You give me hell and I'll turn you into a toe," Harry threatened.
"Try to sound more sincere next time Potter. Start reading so you have a clue about what to do," Draco barked.
"Oh and I suppose you know so much about this already."
"I have enough knowledge to get myself and unfortunately you a passing grade when we have to write an essay at the end of this potion making," Malfoy sneered.
"Snape said nothing about an essay being written," Harry blinked, "How do you know?"
"Hello. I'm Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's most popular and smartest student. I also happen to occasionally stumble across a certain Potion teacher's scheduling book," Draco breathed, "Would you like to know anything else about me since I, unlike you, do not have books written on my life so everyone can fret for me."
"I do not have people 'fretting' for me. You're just jealous anyways."
Draco smirked. "Oh really?" he looked over to Pansy who was batting her eyelashes at him. "I, at lease have successful, worthwhile relationships. I heard about you traumatizing poor Cho last year. The darling had a crying fit, didn't she?"
"I DID NOT—" Harry was again interrupted by another Slytherin's voice; Snape's.
"I will see you all tomorrow. Do not bring your texts."
Harry jumped out of his seat.
For the remainder of the day, Potter watched Pansy and Draco 'eye-flirting' with each other. Malfoy seemed rather annoyed by it.
That night, Harry felt like going for a midnight stroll without his Invisibility Cloak. He walked past many pictures of sleeping wizards, witches, and animals. The moonlight made Hogwarts so much more like home.
"Potter!" shouted someone, who nearly gave Harry a heart attack.
"Who's there?" Harry spoke into the darkness.
"20 points for being out late and another 10 off for being so dumb," Draco walked out of the shadows, wearing his prefect badge.
"You wish you could take off points, Malfoy. And if you did really, I'd take that badge and shove it down your throat.
"Yes, I actually do wish I could take off points from you gits. I would have subtracted another 15 for threatening a prefect."
"Oh well. I have to ask you though, why did you save my arse today in Potions?"
"Because Potter," he spit out the boy's name, "I'm trying to do at least one good deed a day."
"To what?" continued Harry, "Pay off your Death Eater father and self? One deed can't redeem you for that."
Harry pounced on Draco, knocking him over. Strattling him at the hips, he reached for the smaller boy's left arm. Draco yelped and struggled beneath the weight. When Harry pulled up the sleeve, he found no marks at all.
"Geroff Potter!" squealed Draco, underneath him.
"Oh, umm..sorry!" Harry apologized.
"What in the bloody hell was that for?!"
"Just checking," Harry said.
"What are you 'checking' for Potter?" Draco said, rolling over and standing up.
"Dark Mark, you know, whole standard procedure."
"You do that little 'procedure' again and I'll make sure you [i]enjoy[/i] your life as a rat."
Harry looked at Draco, staying relatively calm. "Whatever you say Malfoy."
