Chapter 2
For those of you who missed my message last time, read Trephinia Cealyn's fics. Physical and Closer are her two most popular ones, but she has more! I hope you all like this fic, since I'm kinda tired here while writing the second chapter. I think I have to catch up on some sleep. Anyway, tell me what you think! I was going for a short and sweet one shot, but I ended up doing it in chapters. And I couldn't help making Harry a bit of a dunce- in all the books he always believed the first crazy story anyone told him, so I had to poke fun of his naivety a little. I'm going to make a one-shot version of this after all. I think I could do a slightly better job with it, and make the story go in a more geared direction (this version has become rather confusing). I'll keep updating this one though, fer shizzle!
Disclaimer: Getting the theme song stuck in my head is the closest I'll ever come to owning Harry Potter.
"You need an extra pair of WHAT???" yelled Ron at five AM.
"Not so loud!" hissed Harry. It was freezing outside, and all he had was his blanket wrapped around him. "I got so excited at the Quidditch game last night that I went to bed in my robes and left my other clothes and underwear in the robe room. And well, when I went back to get it..."
"Harry, either you need to stop smoking that bloody Gillyweed or you have some sort of bloody undercover fangirl club," muttered Ron as he tossed Harry a tattered pair of boxers.
"Nice teddy bear boxers Harry," mumbled Dean as he climbed out of bed. Ron's ears went red as he hastily stuffed food in Pig's mouth.
Meeting up with Hermione, Harry recounted his wild goose chase after Snape while shoving pumpkin juice and biscuits down his throat. Nothing good had come of it, and Snape had done nothing suspicious whatsoever. However, the figure in the black cloak hiding behind Crabbe and Goyle had him worried. His gaze blandly swept across the Great Hall, and his eyes idly flicked to the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson had her eyes fixed on him. She looked rather peaked, and was lethally crunching up her pink gel quill in her tightened fists. She leaned over to talk to one of her friends, and Harry quickly looked around to see if Hermione had noticed. An idea was forming in Harry's mind. He pulled Hermione to the side of the hall before he ran off to Divination.
"Malfoy and Pansy are chums, aren't they? And hadn't I seen someone with Crabbe and Goyle? It must have been Pansy! They've got to be up to something..." Harry trailed off. Suddenly, there was an awkward silence.
"Harry..." said Hermione slowly. "Do you think Pansy likes you?"
"I hope not."
"Harry..."
"Bloody hell- It makes sense!" breathed Harry in a rush of terror. "I mean, she looked angry, so she could have been angry I hadn't noticed she was the one taking my stuff!" Hermione looked intent on Harry's face while he was talking, but he figured that was because Ron was posing on the staircases with his robes open directly behind Harry. Someone has to take me seriously, sighed Harry. A Slytherin of all people. Cho had started a "We Miss Cedric" club, so there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell with her. He sighed again, and was about to continue onto class when an icy voice stopped him in his tracks.
"All your fame getting to you, Potter?" Malfoy. Great. The LAST person he wanted to see.
"What do you want, Malfoy," countered Harry warily. He was not in the mood, and Ron's boxers were beginning to chafe.
"I just wanted to see how my favorite little star-boy was doing," snapped Malfoy as he slid around Harry. Letting the "my" part slide, Harry was pissed enough. Snatching Malfoy's arm, he forced him to spin around. Harry's mouth opened in a silent "o." Purple blotches spattered across Draco's face. Draco? Harry mentally questioned himself, snapping him out of his stunned state. Since when were they on first name terms?
"You! You were the one-" seethed Harry. It had been Malfoy stealing his things. Was he sore about Pansy liking him?
"Stuff it Potter," flung Malfoy back at Harry as he wrenched himself from Harry grasp. Drac-Malfoy had looked embarrassed. But it wasn't like before. As he walked away huffily, a small peach envelope fell out of his robe pocket. In menacing lacy writing, the contents inside read-
"I know what's going on. I've seen your collection. If things keep disappearing, in two weeks meet me behind behind the Three Broomsticks at Hogsmeade. Otherwise Lucius is NOT going to be happy about this, my darling little love nugget."
Harry's mind reeled in confusion. Lucius had been mentioned. That meant that Voldemort was involved. After a quick stop to send a note to Sirius in the owlry, Harry ran to tell Hermione and Ron the recent events. He found them passionately snogging in the back section of the library, one of the only times Ron could be found there on his own free will.
"Listen, you two! Snape is getting in touch with all the Death Eaters, who are stealing my things because Voldemort is commanding them to! We have to go tell Dumbledore!" Ron grimaced.
"Harry, you bloody twit. Slow down." Harry pulled out the note, and conspired with his two fellow Gryffindors.
The next two weeks floated by for Harry. More of his things began to go missing, but he ignored it and concentrated on his studies. In the mornings he routinely wore Ron's undergarments on his early walk before breakfast in exchange for tips on making up with Hermione, cheerfully locked his Firebolt away in Dumbledore's office after promising McGonagall to do extra credit, traded chocolate frogs for quills with Neville, and all in all created a very nice system of bartering. Which was making a certain someone very very angry. Harry's room was continually raided, with his money bag being no exception.
"That's the thing!" Harry said in confusion to Ron. "The person left the money but kept the bag! What is going on here?"
Lunch in the Great Hall was becoming more and more interesting, with Snape striding in and out constantly and rumors flying everywhere about Malfoy's involvement with some "interesting" rumors. Harry smiled and started to let it all go, concentrating instead on his studies. Practice exams were looming over the students, and when relaxing out in the sunshine and watching the giant squid eating random first years Harry didn't want to think about anything at all. Meanwhile...
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Sliding past the torturing statues aligning the chamber, the familiar black glove caressed a small black bag. Dust was beginning to collect on the rims of the shelves, and the weather was growing too warm to attempt at furious dusting. The scowls of the person pacing through the lines and rows stopped short and threw a small glass ornament at the wall. It shattered, and the person felt a terrible twitching feeling in their heart. "He" had had that ornament. It was "his." And now it had been broken. Stepping heartlessly on the shattered pieces, the person turned on their heel and slammed the door shut. The collection would have to wait. People were starting to interfere, and delicate rich people don't like it when that happens...
For those of you who missed my message last time, read Trephinia Cealyn's fics. Physical and Closer are her two most popular ones, but she has more! I hope you all like this fic, since I'm kinda tired here while writing the second chapter. I think I have to catch up on some sleep. Anyway, tell me what you think! I was going for a short and sweet one shot, but I ended up doing it in chapters. And I couldn't help making Harry a bit of a dunce- in all the books he always believed the first crazy story anyone told him, so I had to poke fun of his naivety a little. I'm going to make a one-shot version of this after all. I think I could do a slightly better job with it, and make the story go in a more geared direction (this version has become rather confusing). I'll keep updating this one though, fer shizzle!
Disclaimer: Getting the theme song stuck in my head is the closest I'll ever come to owning Harry Potter.
"You need an extra pair of WHAT???" yelled Ron at five AM.
"Not so loud!" hissed Harry. It was freezing outside, and all he had was his blanket wrapped around him. "I got so excited at the Quidditch game last night that I went to bed in my robes and left my other clothes and underwear in the robe room. And well, when I went back to get it..."
"Harry, either you need to stop smoking that bloody Gillyweed or you have some sort of bloody undercover fangirl club," muttered Ron as he tossed Harry a tattered pair of boxers.
"Nice teddy bear boxers Harry," mumbled Dean as he climbed out of bed. Ron's ears went red as he hastily stuffed food in Pig's mouth.
Meeting up with Hermione, Harry recounted his wild goose chase after Snape while shoving pumpkin juice and biscuits down his throat. Nothing good had come of it, and Snape had done nothing suspicious whatsoever. However, the figure in the black cloak hiding behind Crabbe and Goyle had him worried. His gaze blandly swept across the Great Hall, and his eyes idly flicked to the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson had her eyes fixed on him. She looked rather peaked, and was lethally crunching up her pink gel quill in her tightened fists. She leaned over to talk to one of her friends, and Harry quickly looked around to see if Hermione had noticed. An idea was forming in Harry's mind. He pulled Hermione to the side of the hall before he ran off to Divination.
"Malfoy and Pansy are chums, aren't they? And hadn't I seen someone with Crabbe and Goyle? It must have been Pansy! They've got to be up to something..." Harry trailed off. Suddenly, there was an awkward silence.
"Harry..." said Hermione slowly. "Do you think Pansy likes you?"
"I hope not."
"Harry..."
"Bloody hell- It makes sense!" breathed Harry in a rush of terror. "I mean, she looked angry, so she could have been angry I hadn't noticed she was the one taking my stuff!" Hermione looked intent on Harry's face while he was talking, but he figured that was because Ron was posing on the staircases with his robes open directly behind Harry. Someone has to take me seriously, sighed Harry. A Slytherin of all people. Cho had started a "We Miss Cedric" club, so there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell with her. He sighed again, and was about to continue onto class when an icy voice stopped him in his tracks.
"All your fame getting to you, Potter?" Malfoy. Great. The LAST person he wanted to see.
"What do you want, Malfoy," countered Harry warily. He was not in the mood, and Ron's boxers were beginning to chafe.
"I just wanted to see how my favorite little star-boy was doing," snapped Malfoy as he slid around Harry. Letting the "my" part slide, Harry was pissed enough. Snatching Malfoy's arm, he forced him to spin around. Harry's mouth opened in a silent "o." Purple blotches spattered across Draco's face. Draco? Harry mentally questioned himself, snapping him out of his stunned state. Since when were they on first name terms?
"You! You were the one-" seethed Harry. It had been Malfoy stealing his things. Was he sore about Pansy liking him?
"Stuff it Potter," flung Malfoy back at Harry as he wrenched himself from Harry grasp. Drac-Malfoy had looked embarrassed. But it wasn't like before. As he walked away huffily, a small peach envelope fell out of his robe pocket. In menacing lacy writing, the contents inside read-
"I know what's going on. I've seen your collection. If things keep disappearing, in two weeks meet me behind behind the Three Broomsticks at Hogsmeade. Otherwise Lucius is NOT going to be happy about this, my darling little love nugget."
Harry's mind reeled in confusion. Lucius had been mentioned. That meant that Voldemort was involved. After a quick stop to send a note to Sirius in the owlry, Harry ran to tell Hermione and Ron the recent events. He found them passionately snogging in the back section of the library, one of the only times Ron could be found there on his own free will.
"Listen, you two! Snape is getting in touch with all the Death Eaters, who are stealing my things because Voldemort is commanding them to! We have to go tell Dumbledore!" Ron grimaced.
"Harry, you bloody twit. Slow down." Harry pulled out the note, and conspired with his two fellow Gryffindors.
The next two weeks floated by for Harry. More of his things began to go missing, but he ignored it and concentrated on his studies. In the mornings he routinely wore Ron's undergarments on his early walk before breakfast in exchange for tips on making up with Hermione, cheerfully locked his Firebolt away in Dumbledore's office after promising McGonagall to do extra credit, traded chocolate frogs for quills with Neville, and all in all created a very nice system of bartering. Which was making a certain someone very very angry. Harry's room was continually raided, with his money bag being no exception.
"That's the thing!" Harry said in confusion to Ron. "The person left the money but kept the bag! What is going on here?"
Lunch in the Great Hall was becoming more and more interesting, with Snape striding in and out constantly and rumors flying everywhere about Malfoy's involvement with some "interesting" rumors. Harry smiled and started to let it all go, concentrating instead on his studies. Practice exams were looming over the students, and when relaxing out in the sunshine and watching the giant squid eating random first years Harry didn't want to think about anything at all. Meanwhile...
~~~
Sliding past the torturing statues aligning the chamber, the familiar black glove caressed a small black bag. Dust was beginning to collect on the rims of the shelves, and the weather was growing too warm to attempt at furious dusting. The scowls of the person pacing through the lines and rows stopped short and threw a small glass ornament at the wall. It shattered, and the person felt a terrible twitching feeling in their heart. "He" had had that ornament. It was "his." And now it had been broken. Stepping heartlessly on the shattered pieces, the person turned on their heel and slammed the door shut. The collection would have to wait. People were starting to interfere, and delicate rich people don't like it when that happens...