I apologize to anyone who may have read the story because there was some
sort of spacing problem. Meh. Anyway, I forgot to mention Harry is
continuing occlumency in his sixth year. And all the strange unrelated
things in brackets are me. And thanks to Celeste Jacobs for reviewing. This
is my first ever story so I feel so happy. ( Anyway, I do not own Harry
Potter etc. On with the story.
Chapter two The rest of the day was uneventful for Harry. He had his regular classes, got extra homework from Snape for not finishing his essay. An average day. But one thing had been on the back of his mind. What was with Malfoy? He had been flinching at the sight of Harry all day. 'Maybe Voldemort told him some sort of story about me; I wouldn't put it past ferret-boy to have his lord tell him a few lies.' Harry thought to himself. He said goodbye to Hermione and Ron and set off for occlumeny.
"Well Potter let's make this short. I have most of the class's essays to mark, and you have extra homework," sneered Snape when Harry entered the class. Harry nodded and his eyes flicked over to the corner. Malfoy was there, fiddling around with a cauldron. Snape, looking to where Harry was staring spoke up.
"Mr. Malfoy will be completing an extra credit assignment while you're here, don't pay attention to him." Malfoy turned around smirking only to see Harry's gaze on him and he quickly turned, blushing. Snape raised an eyebrow at his best student (Malfoy obviously, if Harry were his best student it'd be the end of the world as we know it, or something less extreme)
"Yes sir," replied Harry in a nervous tone, Snape had refused to continue occlumeny until Dumbledore persuaded him too. He didn't know how Snape would handle it.
"Legilimens!" shouted Snape as Harry attempted to stop him. He had improved drastically since last year, and was able to keep most of his thought to himself. His head swirled and he slipped onto the ground, slightly dizzy. When he got to his feet. Malfoy was half standing in his chair, looking at Snape, who was returning his gaze, although he was staring at Malfoy as though he were part fish.(which would be very funny) Malfoy cleared his throat and returned to his potion, which was now a vibrant pink and was smoking profusely.
"Better Potter," spat Snape as he threw a backwards glance at Malfoy, who was adding ingredients turning the potion violet. Suddenly, the door flew open; it was a 4th year Slytherin, who was flushed obviously from rushing.
"What is it, Stevenson?" asked Snape.
"There's a fight in the common rooms, Professor Dumbledore told me to bring you!" gasped the out of breath girl. 'Hmm she's quite pretty, I wonder if Malfoy's noticed her?' wondered Harry, glancing at Malfoy, who saw the girl but didn't bat an eye.
"Hi Draco!" she smiled charmingly. He looked at her as though bored.
"Hi Stephanie, how's Brian?" She nodded happily and rushed out of the room.
"Malfoy!" barked Snape. "I'm sure your father would be glad for you to have some occlumency lessons, he's been training you. Go practice with Potter, by the time I'm back Potter should have left to get back to his common room!" Malfoy nodded while Harry's jaw dropped. Malfoy took his place opposite Harry.
"Hello Potter, ready?"
"Whenever you are Malfoy," grinned Harry.
"Legilimens!" shouted Malfoy, as Harry tried to block it. But he suddenly grew dizzy and fell over, his memories rushing at him. When he opened his eyes, Malfoy was much closer, only two feet away.
"Malfoy what are you doing?" asked Harry. Malfoy cleared his, throat looking red.
"Coming to see if you were still alive Potter, I wouldn't want Dumbledore to get mad at me for killing his 'special boy'. Harry glared standing up. He'd get the best of Malfoy.
"Legilimens!" shouted Malfoy again once Harry was erect (hee hee). Harry then used the same spell he's used on Snape last year, and Malfoy's memories came at him. He saw a small blonde boy standing next to his father who yelled at him, Malfoy asking him to be his friend in 1st year, flying in green in his first match as a seeker, and then he saw himself on Malfoy's bed, completely naked kissing him as Malfoy moaned in pleasure, grabbing Harry's back and pulling him down. Harry opened his eyes, dropped his jaw and stared. What had that been?
"Malfoy are you alright?" he asked, just noticing the hunched form of Malfoy on the ground. Malfoy looked up, crimson and teary eyed.
"You saw that?" he asked feebly. Harry slowly nodded, keeping eye contact.
"Shit," mumble Malfoy, climbing to his feet, taking another look at Harry, and then running out of the room. Harry kept staring at the doorway where Malfoy had run out. He walked over to where he had been working on his potion.
"Dream interpreting potion, explains confusing or disturbing dreams," he read out loud. Ah, so that had been a dream, and that's why Malfoy kept blushing. He sighed; this was one thing Ron and Hermione wouldn't know anytime soon. He picked up his wand and headed back to his dorms, trying to register what had just happened.
Chapter two The rest of the day was uneventful for Harry. He had his regular classes, got extra homework from Snape for not finishing his essay. An average day. But one thing had been on the back of his mind. What was with Malfoy? He had been flinching at the sight of Harry all day. 'Maybe Voldemort told him some sort of story about me; I wouldn't put it past ferret-boy to have his lord tell him a few lies.' Harry thought to himself. He said goodbye to Hermione and Ron and set off for occlumeny.
"Well Potter let's make this short. I have most of the class's essays to mark, and you have extra homework," sneered Snape when Harry entered the class. Harry nodded and his eyes flicked over to the corner. Malfoy was there, fiddling around with a cauldron. Snape, looking to where Harry was staring spoke up.
"Mr. Malfoy will be completing an extra credit assignment while you're here, don't pay attention to him." Malfoy turned around smirking only to see Harry's gaze on him and he quickly turned, blushing. Snape raised an eyebrow at his best student (Malfoy obviously, if Harry were his best student it'd be the end of the world as we know it, or something less extreme)
"Yes sir," replied Harry in a nervous tone, Snape had refused to continue occlumeny until Dumbledore persuaded him too. He didn't know how Snape would handle it.
"Legilimens!" shouted Snape as Harry attempted to stop him. He had improved drastically since last year, and was able to keep most of his thought to himself. His head swirled and he slipped onto the ground, slightly dizzy. When he got to his feet. Malfoy was half standing in his chair, looking at Snape, who was returning his gaze, although he was staring at Malfoy as though he were part fish.(which would be very funny) Malfoy cleared his throat and returned to his potion, which was now a vibrant pink and was smoking profusely.
"Better Potter," spat Snape as he threw a backwards glance at Malfoy, who was adding ingredients turning the potion violet. Suddenly, the door flew open; it was a 4th year Slytherin, who was flushed obviously from rushing.
"What is it, Stevenson?" asked Snape.
"There's a fight in the common rooms, Professor Dumbledore told me to bring you!" gasped the out of breath girl. 'Hmm she's quite pretty, I wonder if Malfoy's noticed her?' wondered Harry, glancing at Malfoy, who saw the girl but didn't bat an eye.
"Hi Draco!" she smiled charmingly. He looked at her as though bored.
"Hi Stephanie, how's Brian?" She nodded happily and rushed out of the room.
"Malfoy!" barked Snape. "I'm sure your father would be glad for you to have some occlumency lessons, he's been training you. Go practice with Potter, by the time I'm back Potter should have left to get back to his common room!" Malfoy nodded while Harry's jaw dropped. Malfoy took his place opposite Harry.
"Hello Potter, ready?"
"Whenever you are Malfoy," grinned Harry.
"Legilimens!" shouted Malfoy, as Harry tried to block it. But he suddenly grew dizzy and fell over, his memories rushing at him. When he opened his eyes, Malfoy was much closer, only two feet away.
"Malfoy what are you doing?" asked Harry. Malfoy cleared his, throat looking red.
"Coming to see if you were still alive Potter, I wouldn't want Dumbledore to get mad at me for killing his 'special boy'. Harry glared standing up. He'd get the best of Malfoy.
"Legilimens!" shouted Malfoy again once Harry was erect (hee hee). Harry then used the same spell he's used on Snape last year, and Malfoy's memories came at him. He saw a small blonde boy standing next to his father who yelled at him, Malfoy asking him to be his friend in 1st year, flying in green in his first match as a seeker, and then he saw himself on Malfoy's bed, completely naked kissing him as Malfoy moaned in pleasure, grabbing Harry's back and pulling him down. Harry opened his eyes, dropped his jaw and stared. What had that been?
"Malfoy are you alright?" he asked, just noticing the hunched form of Malfoy on the ground. Malfoy looked up, crimson and teary eyed.
"You saw that?" he asked feebly. Harry slowly nodded, keeping eye contact.
"Shit," mumble Malfoy, climbing to his feet, taking another look at Harry, and then running out of the room. Harry kept staring at the doorway where Malfoy had run out. He walked over to where he had been working on his potion.
"Dream interpreting potion, explains confusing or disturbing dreams," he read out loud. Ah, so that had been a dream, and that's why Malfoy kept blushing. He sighed; this was one thing Ron and Hermione wouldn't know anytime soon. He picked up his wand and headed back to his dorms, trying to register what had just happened.