Transfiguration class was usually a drag, but since Potions was next, it wasn't too bad. Although the closer it got, the more nervous Harry got. Was this what he really wanted to do? Did he really even like Draco? There was only one way to find out.
Ron nudged Harry in the side, and he looked up. "Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall said.
"S-Sorry professor. I went out in a daze," the Gryffindor replied.
"Right, well, maybe you should pay more attention to the class than doodling on your paper, Mr. Potter," she said and Harry looked at his notebook and sure enough, he was doodling doodles. Professor McGonagall continued with class after that.
"Harry, you really should stop doodling and pay attention," Hermione said. She was always telling him and Ron to pay more attention and actually read the books. Why do that when you have Hermione though?
"Right..." he said trying to transfigure a rat into a goblet. It wasn't working out too well, though.
After class, Hermione left Ron and Harry to themselves while she went and got her Potions book. "I'll see you two later," she called.
"So, excited for Potions?" Ron asked.
"Ha, yeah right. I don't know, I guess we'll just see how it goes, and hopefully it all goes good," Harry replied.
Ron handed Harry a piece of chocolate, "Well, don't worry. I'm always here, you know," he winked, "I'm just kidding."
Harry laughed, "Yeah." The two Gryffindors walked in the dungeon used for Potions class, only to find Hermione already sitting down with another young girl.
"I tell you, she's too uptight!" Ron said and they laughed as they took their seats; which were two rows behind Draco and Crabbe. This made it even harder to pay attention in class.
Harry's plan was to stay after class and wait for Draco, since his posse was usually the last to leave. Then, he would simply tell Draco that he was gay and had a crush on the kid for a long time. Draco would most likely be bitter towards him, because he usually was. Harry couldn't get angry with him, though. As long as he just said what he wanted to say, he'd be happy.
"Today, class, we will..." Snape's voice droned on as class went on for the next hour. Potions was the longest class of the day, for some reason, and drove Harry absolutley mad. Wasn't it enough to have Snape hate him?
When the class was over, Harry told Ron he'd be to lunch in a few minutes. For Harry's luck, Draco was just finishing the potion they conjured up. 'Score.' he thought. When Draco started packing, and Snape was in the hall talking to another student, Harry went over to Draco's desk. "You can do this," he whispered to himself. Lucky, Draco was alone, too. Another plus.
"Potter! What are you still doing here?" Draco said as he saw Harry walk by with a swish.
"I... Well, I wanted to talk to you..." Harry stuttered a bit.
Draco smirked, "Ah, yes. Who wouldn't want to talk to me? The greatest Slytherin in the house."
'Stupid ego.' Harry thought. "No, I just wanted you to tell you something," he said calmly.
"Yeah? Well-" Draco started, but before he could finish Harry pinned him up against the wall, their faces only inches from each other. "Chill out, Potter!"
Harry smiled, and brushed his lips only slightly against Draco's, "Draco, Draco, Draco... I've had a crush on you since the end of fifth year. Yeah, that's right, I'm gay, and I like you."
Draco's eyes widened, "What? You-you're gay? And you like me? Well, gee Harry, I'm flattered!" he grinned, "The funny thing is, is that I'm bi," he paused as Harry smiled again, "Now, don't you get any thoughts of that sort. I'm willing to befriend you - for now."
Harry felt relieved. Not only had he gone through with his plan, and found out that Draco was more or less bi, but Draco wasn't fighting him! "You mean, we can be... friends?"
Draco laughed, "Yes, silly, just not in front of people. Until I get things sorted out maybe, I'm still going to be the egotistic Slytherin I am."
"Nice," Harry said, "Now, I have to get down to lunch, and so do you. I'll see you, later, my dear," he said and brushed his lips against Draco's again for the fun of it.
"Bloody hell!" was Ron's first words when he heard about what happened with Harry and Ron. Hermione was busy being buried in her books, so she couldn't hear what was going on.
"I know, that was what I was thinking. Can you believe that the kid might have a nice side?" Harry laughed as he took a bite of what seemed to be chicken, though you could never be too entirely sure in the wizarding world.
"But, when will you see him? Other than in Potions class? Oh, wait... isn't he in our Care of Magical Creatures class? Could have slipped my mind..." Ron said sarcastically.
Hermione slammed her book down, "You two are such gossipers, I swear. If I wouldn't have known any better I would think you guys are girls," she paused, "I'm kidding. Sheesh. So what's the gossip of today?" she said, apparently not hearing what Ron and Harry were talking about.
They made something up about Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class. Something about hippogriffs, supposedly. Just then, the mail came and hundreds of owls came swooping in. One kid got a howler for breaking a school rule, Ron got candy goodies from his mum, as did Harry, who also got a letter from Sirius.
"What's that all about?" asked Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Meet me at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. Send me a letter back saying when your next visit is, and I'll be there about an hour past noon. I'll be the scraggly dog that I am, so don't miss me or anything. Hope school is going well for you! See you soon!
-Sirius
"Think it's anything important?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged, "Who knows. Maybe he just wants to chat. I don't blame him, I've missed him myself. He's more of a family member than the Dursley's are."
The three of them laughed. It was true, the Dursleys were all he had left of his family after the murder of his mum and dad. They didn't treat him with much respect, though. Especially after they found out Harry was "one of them". Sirius, on the other hand, was Harry's godfather. Who treated him like a son.
"When is the next Hogsmeade visit?" Harry wondered.
Hermione turned to Percy, who sat a few seats down. "Hey, Perce, when's the next Hogsmeade?" she asked. Percy the Prefect usually knew everything. He was such a suck up and a good kid, never could do no wrong.
"Next weekend," he said loudly over the chatter.
"Thanks!" Hermione replied. "Next weekend," she told Ron and Harry.
Harry scribbled it on a note so he wouldn't forget. "Thanks," he said and noticed that the food on the tables disappeared, signaling that lunch was over. "Ugh, lunch is too short. Oh well, at least next class is Hagrid's." The class was especially great since Draco would be there.
The cafeteria-like place was emptying out as the kids went to their next class.
Ron nudged Harry in the side, and he looked up. "Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall said.
"S-Sorry professor. I went out in a daze," the Gryffindor replied.
"Right, well, maybe you should pay more attention to the class than doodling on your paper, Mr. Potter," she said and Harry looked at his notebook and sure enough, he was doodling doodles. Professor McGonagall continued with class after that.
"Harry, you really should stop doodling and pay attention," Hermione said. She was always telling him and Ron to pay more attention and actually read the books. Why do that when you have Hermione though?
"Right..." he said trying to transfigure a rat into a goblet. It wasn't working out too well, though.
After class, Hermione left Ron and Harry to themselves while she went and got her Potions book. "I'll see you two later," she called.
"So, excited for Potions?" Ron asked.
"Ha, yeah right. I don't know, I guess we'll just see how it goes, and hopefully it all goes good," Harry replied.
Ron handed Harry a piece of chocolate, "Well, don't worry. I'm always here, you know," he winked, "I'm just kidding."
Harry laughed, "Yeah." The two Gryffindors walked in the dungeon used for Potions class, only to find Hermione already sitting down with another young girl.
"I tell you, she's too uptight!" Ron said and they laughed as they took their seats; which were two rows behind Draco and Crabbe. This made it even harder to pay attention in class.
Harry's plan was to stay after class and wait for Draco, since his posse was usually the last to leave. Then, he would simply tell Draco that he was gay and had a crush on the kid for a long time. Draco would most likely be bitter towards him, because he usually was. Harry couldn't get angry with him, though. As long as he just said what he wanted to say, he'd be happy.
"Today, class, we will..." Snape's voice droned on as class went on for the next hour. Potions was the longest class of the day, for some reason, and drove Harry absolutley mad. Wasn't it enough to have Snape hate him?
When the class was over, Harry told Ron he'd be to lunch in a few minutes. For Harry's luck, Draco was just finishing the potion they conjured up. 'Score.' he thought. When Draco started packing, and Snape was in the hall talking to another student, Harry went over to Draco's desk. "You can do this," he whispered to himself. Lucky, Draco was alone, too. Another plus.
"Potter! What are you still doing here?" Draco said as he saw Harry walk by with a swish.
"I... Well, I wanted to talk to you..." Harry stuttered a bit.
Draco smirked, "Ah, yes. Who wouldn't want to talk to me? The greatest Slytherin in the house."
'Stupid ego.' Harry thought. "No, I just wanted you to tell you something," he said calmly.
"Yeah? Well-" Draco started, but before he could finish Harry pinned him up against the wall, their faces only inches from each other. "Chill out, Potter!"
Harry smiled, and brushed his lips only slightly against Draco's, "Draco, Draco, Draco... I've had a crush on you since the end of fifth year. Yeah, that's right, I'm gay, and I like you."
Draco's eyes widened, "What? You-you're gay? And you like me? Well, gee Harry, I'm flattered!" he grinned, "The funny thing is, is that I'm bi," he paused as Harry smiled again, "Now, don't you get any thoughts of that sort. I'm willing to befriend you - for now."
Harry felt relieved. Not only had he gone through with his plan, and found out that Draco was more or less bi, but Draco wasn't fighting him! "You mean, we can be... friends?"
Draco laughed, "Yes, silly, just not in front of people. Until I get things sorted out maybe, I'm still going to be the egotistic Slytherin I am."
"Nice," Harry said, "Now, I have to get down to lunch, and so do you. I'll see you, later, my dear," he said and brushed his lips against Draco's again for the fun of it.
"Bloody hell!" was Ron's first words when he heard about what happened with Harry and Ron. Hermione was busy being buried in her books, so she couldn't hear what was going on.
"I know, that was what I was thinking. Can you believe that the kid might have a nice side?" Harry laughed as he took a bite of what seemed to be chicken, though you could never be too entirely sure in the wizarding world.
"But, when will you see him? Other than in Potions class? Oh, wait... isn't he in our Care of Magical Creatures class? Could have slipped my mind..." Ron said sarcastically.
Hermione slammed her book down, "You two are such gossipers, I swear. If I wouldn't have known any better I would think you guys are girls," she paused, "I'm kidding. Sheesh. So what's the gossip of today?" she said, apparently not hearing what Ron and Harry were talking about.
They made something up about Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class. Something about hippogriffs, supposedly. Just then, the mail came and hundreds of owls came swooping in. One kid got a howler for breaking a school rule, Ron got candy goodies from his mum, as did Harry, who also got a letter from Sirius.
"What's that all about?" asked Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Meet me at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. Send me a letter back saying when your next visit is, and I'll be there about an hour past noon. I'll be the scraggly dog that I am, so don't miss me or anything. Hope school is going well for you! See you soon!
-Sirius
"Think it's anything important?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged, "Who knows. Maybe he just wants to chat. I don't blame him, I've missed him myself. He's more of a family member than the Dursley's are."
The three of them laughed. It was true, the Dursleys were all he had left of his family after the murder of his mum and dad. They didn't treat him with much respect, though. Especially after they found out Harry was "one of them". Sirius, on the other hand, was Harry's godfather. Who treated him like a son.
"When is the next Hogsmeade visit?" Harry wondered.
Hermione turned to Percy, who sat a few seats down. "Hey, Perce, when's the next Hogsmeade?" she asked. Percy the Prefect usually knew everything. He was such a suck up and a good kid, never could do no wrong.
"Next weekend," he said loudly over the chatter.
"Thanks!" Hermione replied. "Next weekend," she told Ron and Harry.
Harry scribbled it on a note so he wouldn't forget. "Thanks," he said and noticed that the food on the tables disappeared, signaling that lunch was over. "Ugh, lunch is too short. Oh well, at least next class is Hagrid's." The class was especially great since Draco would be there.
The cafeteria-like place was emptying out as the kids went to their next class.