Chapter 3: The Day After
The morning after the meeting, Sunday to be exact, was very dreary indeed. Harry started to wake up when Ron nudged his shoulder and began to speak.
"Come on, Harry! It's sunrise. We need to practice Quidditch! We play Ravenclaw next weekend, and I've heard that they have developed a new game tactic."
"Go 'way, Ron. It can't even be seven yet, an' I need my rest." After saying this Harry yawned and flopped back down onto his still warm bed. Just as he was about to return to the blissful realm of dreams... "GET UP NOW!"
Harry shot up at the deafening noise. He slung his legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up. As he was getting his Quidditch robes out of his trunk, he mumbled something suspiciously sounding like "stupid Quidditch captains... it's not even seven yet," and while he was getting out and grumbling her maintained a glare that would make Voldemort cringe. Ron saw it and grinned, yes, grinned. He had become impervious the glare of death ever since he had become the obsessive captain that forced teammates out of their beds at ungodly hours.
After Harry put on his Quidditch robes, Ron pulled him out of his room and into the common room. He managed to say a rushed "Hi Herm!" before the portrait was opened and he was dragged all of the way to the entrance hall. Ron directed him to the Great Hall, and opened the doors before he slowed down to a speed that Harry's sleepy body was comfortable with.
Harry glanced at the Slytherin table and nodded in their general direction before heading to his usual spot. In his peripheral vision he saw a glimmer as a white-blonde head nodded back. He smiled.
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As Draco was eating breakfast he figured out many things. One, Crabbe and Goyle were acting very strange (the appeared to be in a pensive mood). Two, Harry Potter has bright green eyes. One figures this out when said eyes are staring at you all breakfast, especially when they aren't clouded with enmity or confusion.
Draco, after analyzing all of the different colors of green that could describe Harry's eyes, then realized that his 'nemesis' was staring at him, and he was enjoying it in a very uncanny way. This day was beginning to be very odd. Just to make the day seem a little bit less out of the ordinary he decided to give the glare that the Slytherins had dubbed the 'Potter Glare'. Potter didn't look like he was paying attention, but when the weasel murmured something in his ear he looked up at his eyes and cringed. Draco's gaze still had an effect on him. Excellent.
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Harry was staring at Draco, still half asleep, with a silly grin plastered on his face. Draco looked really good, considering the fact that it was 6:30 in the morning. Harry had always thought that Draco would be one of those vain people that needed 'beauty sleep', but apparently he pulled off his sexiness without it. Wait. Since when has he been sexy?
Harry, realizing the context of his thoughts, zoned out. His face was a blank canvas ready to be painted with a spectrum of emotions. He was suddenly thrown out of his trance by Ron clapping him on the back.
"Hey, mate. Why is Malfoy glaring at you, besides the fact that he has a stick permanently stuck in his arse? Have you done anything lately?"
"No. not that I know of."
He shifted his gaze up to his eyes. Ooh, Malfoy's eyes were a beautiful silver color. He winced. That was a thought that he didn't need to ponder at the moment, and anyway, he wasn't gay at all! Harry was very uncomfortable being in the same room as Malfoy, especially since he was thinking of him in a different way than he usually did.
"Ron, let's go to practice. I think I have had enough food to last me until lunch."
"Okay, Harry."
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When Harry came back from Quidditch practice to the common rooms he was sweaty and exhausted. He was heading up towards his bed, but before he could reach the door he was stopped by Hermione. She needed him to tell Malfoy that she was busy today and that she couldn't make the meeting tonight.
"Why can't you make the meeting tonight? I don't want to be in the room with that thing for more than necessary."
"It's none of your business why I can't go, and you have to be there. We only have the weekends to work, and he might have something important to say."
"Fine, but it is only because you are bossing me around. If you are ever busy again, I won't cover for you." Hermione glared at him. "However, if you tell me what it is for, I might help you."
"Fine. I will just have to make the rest of the meetings."
"I guess you will, Herm."
Hermione stalked away with an angry look on her face. She went and conversed with Lavender, scowling at Harry the whole time. Harry knew she hated Lavender, and he also knew that she was talking to her as a last resort (Ron was off somewhere). After a few minutes of conversation Hermione went out the portrait hole, throwing one last nasty look at Harry.
She headed up to the Astronomy tower. She really loved looking at the stars, but that wasn't why she was here tonight. She heard footsteps approaching, quiet and measured. She smiled. It was just like him to try to sneak to one of their meetings, even if it was perfectly normal for them to be hanging out.
A deep voice sounded, "Hello, love." She really loved her pet name. She turned around with a watery smile on her face. She had waited so long for him to notice her, and it had finally paid off.
~~~
Meanwhile, Harry was walking to the dungeons, thinking about how stupid Hermione was and how he could get revenge on her. Didn't she know how uncomfortable he was around Malfoy?
He reached the extra credit potion room and knocked twice. Draco slowly opened the door, which really surprised Harry.
"What happened to the 'opening the door really fast and nearly choking me to death' entrance?"
"It's Sunday. The Slytherins always hang around the common room and drink a bit. It's their way of being rebellious."
"Gosh, Slytherins are very, very weird. Well, Hermione told me to tell you that she is 'busy' tonight. Don't ask me why, because she refused to tell me."
"That's fine. It would be weird doing the experiments for tonight with her anyways. I've gathered that she has a boyfriend."
"She didn't tell me anything about one."
"Yesterday she came in looking like she had just kissed someone, and she was late. She had a boyfriend, Potter."
"Fine, Malfoy. Now, what are we doing tonight that would make her or us uncomfortable."
"We are going to see what it does by itself. I've added some of it to water, so it's diluted. I'm pretty sure that it's not poisonous, but just in case I have made some anti-toxin potions."
"Okay."
"Oh, and we aren't going to use the potions unless we feel like it would make us really sick. I want to see what it can do, everything it can do." At that statement Draco went over to the table and picked up two goblets, handing one to Harry. He lifted the glass in a mock toast and gulped all of the substance down. Harry did the same.
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Author's Note: I was in a very evil mood. Two cliffhangers in one chapter! What will the potion do? Who is Herm's mystery man? Will Marsky get the chapter out in a timely manner? See next chapter! Please leave a review! Thank you for reviewing last chapter asaroth69 and koureshin! :O) It was greatly appreciated.
P.S. Does anyone know how to get bold, italic, or underlining for ff.net? I still haven't figured it out!
The morning after the meeting, Sunday to be exact, was very dreary indeed. Harry started to wake up when Ron nudged his shoulder and began to speak.
"Come on, Harry! It's sunrise. We need to practice Quidditch! We play Ravenclaw next weekend, and I've heard that they have developed a new game tactic."
"Go 'way, Ron. It can't even be seven yet, an' I need my rest." After saying this Harry yawned and flopped back down onto his still warm bed. Just as he was about to return to the blissful realm of dreams... "GET UP NOW!"
Harry shot up at the deafening noise. He slung his legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up. As he was getting his Quidditch robes out of his trunk, he mumbled something suspiciously sounding like "stupid Quidditch captains... it's not even seven yet," and while he was getting out and grumbling her maintained a glare that would make Voldemort cringe. Ron saw it and grinned, yes, grinned. He had become impervious the glare of death ever since he had become the obsessive captain that forced teammates out of their beds at ungodly hours.
After Harry put on his Quidditch robes, Ron pulled him out of his room and into the common room. He managed to say a rushed "Hi Herm!" before the portrait was opened and he was dragged all of the way to the entrance hall. Ron directed him to the Great Hall, and opened the doors before he slowed down to a speed that Harry's sleepy body was comfortable with.
Harry glanced at the Slytherin table and nodded in their general direction before heading to his usual spot. In his peripheral vision he saw a glimmer as a white-blonde head nodded back. He smiled.
~~~
As Draco was eating breakfast he figured out many things. One, Crabbe and Goyle were acting very strange (the appeared to be in a pensive mood). Two, Harry Potter has bright green eyes. One figures this out when said eyes are staring at you all breakfast, especially when they aren't clouded with enmity or confusion.
Draco, after analyzing all of the different colors of green that could describe Harry's eyes, then realized that his 'nemesis' was staring at him, and he was enjoying it in a very uncanny way. This day was beginning to be very odd. Just to make the day seem a little bit less out of the ordinary he decided to give the glare that the Slytherins had dubbed the 'Potter Glare'. Potter didn't look like he was paying attention, but when the weasel murmured something in his ear he looked up at his eyes and cringed. Draco's gaze still had an effect on him. Excellent.
~~~
Harry was staring at Draco, still half asleep, with a silly grin plastered on his face. Draco looked really good, considering the fact that it was 6:30 in the morning. Harry had always thought that Draco would be one of those vain people that needed 'beauty sleep', but apparently he pulled off his sexiness without it. Wait. Since when has he been sexy?
Harry, realizing the context of his thoughts, zoned out. His face was a blank canvas ready to be painted with a spectrum of emotions. He was suddenly thrown out of his trance by Ron clapping him on the back.
"Hey, mate. Why is Malfoy glaring at you, besides the fact that he has a stick permanently stuck in his arse? Have you done anything lately?"
"No. not that I know of."
He shifted his gaze up to his eyes. Ooh, Malfoy's eyes were a beautiful silver color. He winced. That was a thought that he didn't need to ponder at the moment, and anyway, he wasn't gay at all! Harry was very uncomfortable being in the same room as Malfoy, especially since he was thinking of him in a different way than he usually did.
"Ron, let's go to practice. I think I have had enough food to last me until lunch."
"Okay, Harry."
~~~
When Harry came back from Quidditch practice to the common rooms he was sweaty and exhausted. He was heading up towards his bed, but before he could reach the door he was stopped by Hermione. She needed him to tell Malfoy that she was busy today and that she couldn't make the meeting tonight.
"Why can't you make the meeting tonight? I don't want to be in the room with that thing for more than necessary."
"It's none of your business why I can't go, and you have to be there. We only have the weekends to work, and he might have something important to say."
"Fine, but it is only because you are bossing me around. If you are ever busy again, I won't cover for you." Hermione glared at him. "However, if you tell me what it is for, I might help you."
"Fine. I will just have to make the rest of the meetings."
"I guess you will, Herm."
Hermione stalked away with an angry look on her face. She went and conversed with Lavender, scowling at Harry the whole time. Harry knew she hated Lavender, and he also knew that she was talking to her as a last resort (Ron was off somewhere). After a few minutes of conversation Hermione went out the portrait hole, throwing one last nasty look at Harry.
She headed up to the Astronomy tower. She really loved looking at the stars, but that wasn't why she was here tonight. She heard footsteps approaching, quiet and measured. She smiled. It was just like him to try to sneak to one of their meetings, even if it was perfectly normal for them to be hanging out.
A deep voice sounded, "Hello, love." She really loved her pet name. She turned around with a watery smile on her face. She had waited so long for him to notice her, and it had finally paid off.
~~~
Meanwhile, Harry was walking to the dungeons, thinking about how stupid Hermione was and how he could get revenge on her. Didn't she know how uncomfortable he was around Malfoy?
He reached the extra credit potion room and knocked twice. Draco slowly opened the door, which really surprised Harry.
"What happened to the 'opening the door really fast and nearly choking me to death' entrance?"
"It's Sunday. The Slytherins always hang around the common room and drink a bit. It's their way of being rebellious."
"Gosh, Slytherins are very, very weird. Well, Hermione told me to tell you that she is 'busy' tonight. Don't ask me why, because she refused to tell me."
"That's fine. It would be weird doing the experiments for tonight with her anyways. I've gathered that she has a boyfriend."
"She didn't tell me anything about one."
"Yesterday she came in looking like she had just kissed someone, and she was late. She had a boyfriend, Potter."
"Fine, Malfoy. Now, what are we doing tonight that would make her or us uncomfortable."
"We are going to see what it does by itself. I've added some of it to water, so it's diluted. I'm pretty sure that it's not poisonous, but just in case I have made some anti-toxin potions."
"Okay."
"Oh, and we aren't going to use the potions unless we feel like it would make us really sick. I want to see what it can do, everything it can do." At that statement Draco went over to the table and picked up two goblets, handing one to Harry. He lifted the glass in a mock toast and gulped all of the substance down. Harry did the same.
~~~
Author's Note: I was in a very evil mood. Two cliffhangers in one chapter! What will the potion do? Who is Herm's mystery man? Will Marsky get the chapter out in a timely manner? See next chapter! Please leave a review! Thank you for reviewing last chapter asaroth69 and koureshin! :O) It was greatly appreciated.
P.S. Does anyone know how to get bold, italic, or underlining for ff.net? I still haven't figured it out!
