Title: The wrong hands?
Chapter: 3
Written on: 10th December 2002
Disclaimers: J.K.Rowling owns half of it, if not all.
(A/N: Sorry i've been three whole days late with this one and erm i'll write now in fear of my life)
'I want to have a word with you.' Draco asked.
'What about?' Harry interrogated.
'Not in front of these.' He answered. Harry led him to the Slytherin changing rooms.
'Thought you'd feel at home. What is it then?' Harry continued to ask questions. Draco continued to answer politely as he could.
'This.' Draco pulled out the diary from his pocket. Harry's eyes widened.
'Oh my...' Draco held up a finger to silence him.
'When you ran into me, yesterday was it? You dropped this, and me being me, i had evil intentions to use it against you but then i read not so much of it and figured you're right. We should call this whole thing a truce, you're probably thinking this is some kind of trick or gullibility test but it's not, i swear it isn't. That can't be much to go on but, just trust me.' Draco said, staring down at the floor.
'You're serious?' Harry asked suprisedly. Harry felt as if he'd just jumped off Big Ben and landed on his feet, painless.
'Yup. You was right about the jealousy thing too, i WAS jealous but that was when i didn't know the rest of it, now i know you're just human. Infact you're better than me by a mile but i'd never want a family like that in the summers to go home to, no offence.' Draco said shyly.
'None taken,' Harry grinned. 'So you really want us to be friends then?'
'Would be nice, but i expect half the school would die of shock.' Draco returned the grin. 'Well i'd better be going now, i expect you're going back to gryffindor common room or something with Ron and Hermione.' He turned to leave but Harry grabbed hold of his arm.
'Like hell am I! Infact,' Harry grinned deviously.'I have an idea!'
'What is it?' Draco started to feel fizzy in his stomach with excitement.
'Well, we could let Ron and Hermione figure this out for themselves by maybe, erm, have you got your quidditch robes?' He asked while calculating his idea in his head.
'Yeah they're in my locker.' Draco jumped up, unlocked his locker and took out his green and silver quidditch robes.
'Wait here!' Harry ran off and returned two minutes later carrying a clean set of his own quidditch robes. 'Put these on,' Harry grinned slyly, 'and pass me those.'
'Are you insane?' Draco asked putting on the red and gold quidditch robes.
'Yup!' Harry started putting on the silver and green quidditch robes. 'Right! Do you know the hogwarts song? You know 'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy, Warty, Hogwarts?' And do you know the song 'We are the champions?' Harry asked, still grinning.
'Yup! Why?' Draco asked suspiciously.
'Where's your broom?' Harry asked.
'Broom shed.' Draco answered.
'Summon it.' Harry commanded.
'You're the expert.' Draco grinned.
'Lazy! ACCIO NIMBUS 2001!' Harry concerntrated on the sleek, stream lined Nimbus 2001. He could hear it whizzing through the air. It came through the doors and perched itself mid air next to Draco. 'OK! So we're going to go out there fly in opposite directions around the quidditch pitch singing the Hogwarts song in the 'we are the champions' tune. and then you go sit in the Gryffindor stand, and i'll go sit in the Slytherin stand and then we both come out at the same time and shake hands mid air. It's perfect!' Harry grinned maliciously. 'Hermy and Ron will have a heart attack!'
'You're a bloody genius! Have you done this before?' Draco grinned as well.
'Never in my life! I just got a sudden thought.' Harry went red. 'I'll check they're still there and you run over to the Gryffindor changing rooms, go around the out side so they dont see you. Then I shout ONE! You shout TWO! I shout THREE! and we both shout GO! And we fly around the pitch singing and follow the plan. Got all that?' Harry asked. He didn't realise they were both acting as if they were best friends and not worst enemys only half an hour ago.
Draco just grinned and ran out of the Slytherin changing rooms to the Gryffindor changing rooms.
'They're taking ages Ron!' Hermione said to the red haired boy sitting to the left of her.
'I expect they're jus-' Ron was caught short.
A loud 'ONE!' Came from the left of them. It was followed closely by a loud 'TWO!' from the right of them., and that was chased by a 'THREE!' from the left of them. Then the two voices shouted, 'GO!' And two blurred images flew out of the Slytherin and Gryffindor changing rooms. The one that came out of the Slytherin changing rooms was wearing the usual green and silver quidditch robes and the one that came out of the Gryffindor changing rooms was wearing the usual red and gold quidditch robes.
The two flyers flew around the quidditch pitch in opposite directions singing, but Ron and Hermione couldn't tell what. 'What the hell are they doing?' Ron asked, his eyes fixated on the two shapes.
'Maybe they're going to start fighting mid air.' Hermione started to get worried, her eyes were also fixated on the two figures. None of their eyes were keen enough to realise that the person who they thought was Harry had silvery blonde hair and the person they thought was Malfoy had Black hair.
The two figures slowed down and sat in the Gryffindor and Slytherin stands. 'OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS HARRY DOING IN SLYTHERIN QUIDDITCH ROBES???!!!???' Ron stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs. Then all of a sudden he said very quietly, 'Malfoy's in Gryffindor quidditch robes.' He sat back down and stared fixated. 'Sweet mother of jesus, they're off again.' He was right, the two figures flew to the middle of the pitch and shook each other's hand. 'Bloody hell.'
(A/N: I'm off now! Enjoy :o) and PLEASE! dont kill me!)
(A/N: Sorry i've been three whole days late with this one and erm i'll write now in fear of my life)
'I want to have a word with you.' Draco asked.
'What about?' Harry interrogated.
'Not in front of these.' He answered. Harry led him to the Slytherin changing rooms.
'Thought you'd feel at home. What is it then?' Harry continued to ask questions. Draco continued to answer politely as he could.
'This.' Draco pulled out the diary from his pocket. Harry's eyes widened.
'Oh my...' Draco held up a finger to silence him.
'When you ran into me, yesterday was it? You dropped this, and me being me, i had evil intentions to use it against you but then i read not so much of it and figured you're right. We should call this whole thing a truce, you're probably thinking this is some kind of trick or gullibility test but it's not, i swear it isn't. That can't be much to go on but, just trust me.' Draco said, staring down at the floor.
'You're serious?' Harry asked suprisedly. Harry felt as if he'd just jumped off Big Ben and landed on his feet, painless.
'Yup. You was right about the jealousy thing too, i WAS jealous but that was when i didn't know the rest of it, now i know you're just human. Infact you're better than me by a mile but i'd never want a family like that in the summers to go home to, no offence.' Draco said shyly.
'None taken,' Harry grinned. 'So you really want us to be friends then?'
'Would be nice, but i expect half the school would die of shock.' Draco returned the grin. 'Well i'd better be going now, i expect you're going back to gryffindor common room or something with Ron and Hermione.' He turned to leave but Harry grabbed hold of his arm.
'Like hell am I! Infact,' Harry grinned deviously.'I have an idea!'
'What is it?' Draco started to feel fizzy in his stomach with excitement.
'Well, we could let Ron and Hermione figure this out for themselves by maybe, erm, have you got your quidditch robes?' He asked while calculating his idea in his head.
'Yeah they're in my locker.' Draco jumped up, unlocked his locker and took out his green and silver quidditch robes.
'Wait here!' Harry ran off and returned two minutes later carrying a clean set of his own quidditch robes. 'Put these on,' Harry grinned slyly, 'and pass me those.'
'Are you insane?' Draco asked putting on the red and gold quidditch robes.
'Yup!' Harry started putting on the silver and green quidditch robes. 'Right! Do you know the hogwarts song? You know 'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy, Warty, Hogwarts?' And do you know the song 'We are the champions?' Harry asked, still grinning.
'Yup! Why?' Draco asked suspiciously.
'Where's your broom?' Harry asked.
'Broom shed.' Draco answered.
'Summon it.' Harry commanded.
'You're the expert.' Draco grinned.
'Lazy! ACCIO NIMBUS 2001!' Harry concerntrated on the sleek, stream lined Nimbus 2001. He could hear it whizzing through the air. It came through the doors and perched itself mid air next to Draco. 'OK! So we're going to go out there fly in opposite directions around the quidditch pitch singing the Hogwarts song in the 'we are the champions' tune. and then you go sit in the Gryffindor stand, and i'll go sit in the Slytherin stand and then we both come out at the same time and shake hands mid air. It's perfect!' Harry grinned maliciously. 'Hermy and Ron will have a heart attack!'
'You're a bloody genius! Have you done this before?' Draco grinned as well.
'Never in my life! I just got a sudden thought.' Harry went red. 'I'll check they're still there and you run over to the Gryffindor changing rooms, go around the out side so they dont see you. Then I shout ONE! You shout TWO! I shout THREE! and we both shout GO! And we fly around the pitch singing and follow the plan. Got all that?' Harry asked. He didn't realise they were both acting as if they were best friends and not worst enemys only half an hour ago.
Draco just grinned and ran out of the Slytherin changing rooms to the Gryffindor changing rooms.
'They're taking ages Ron!' Hermione said to the red haired boy sitting to the left of her.
'I expect they're jus-' Ron was caught short.
A loud 'ONE!' Came from the left of them. It was followed closely by a loud 'TWO!' from the right of them., and that was chased by a 'THREE!' from the left of them. Then the two voices shouted, 'GO!' And two blurred images flew out of the Slytherin and Gryffindor changing rooms. The one that came out of the Slytherin changing rooms was wearing the usual green and silver quidditch robes and the one that came out of the Gryffindor changing rooms was wearing the usual red and gold quidditch robes.
The two flyers flew around the quidditch pitch in opposite directions singing, but Ron and Hermione couldn't tell what. 'What the hell are they doing?' Ron asked, his eyes fixated on the two shapes.
'Maybe they're going to start fighting mid air.' Hermione started to get worried, her eyes were also fixated on the two figures. None of their eyes were keen enough to realise that the person who they thought was Harry had silvery blonde hair and the person they thought was Malfoy had Black hair.
The two figures slowed down and sat in the Gryffindor and Slytherin stands. 'OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS HARRY DOING IN SLYTHERIN QUIDDITCH ROBES???!!!???' Ron stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs. Then all of a sudden he said very quietly, 'Malfoy's in Gryffindor quidditch robes.' He sat back down and stared fixated. 'Sweet mother of jesus, they're off again.' He was right, the two figures flew to the middle of the pitch and shook each other's hand. 'Bloody hell.'
(A/N: I'm off now! Enjoy :o) and PLEASE! dont kill me!)