Wow, thanks so much to all that reviewed the first chapter! I hope this one
lives up to the last. Please read and reveiew!!
Thanks to: Liz, Sak, PsychicOracle (of course!), Analia, hersheyhugs, Immortal Memories (cool name!), Wintermoon2, Anarane Anwamane, Cho Potter- f, headphone therapy, skybluebutterfly, slasherbabe and Aurilayh. I appreciate the encouragement!
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Chapter II. No Pill Gonna Cure My Ill
Dobby was a house-elf on a mission. He now knew what he must do to help his Harry Potter, but how was he going to do it? He really didn't want to ask any of the students, and the other house-elves were no help. So it definitely perked his interest when he overheard a trio of Fifth-Year Slytherins as he cleaned the common room.
"This magazine is brilliant for advice on boys," squealed Wendy. "Have you seen this month's copy?"
"Yeah," Romara answered. "I found an article on this month's fashion guide too. We go to Hogsmeade in a couple of weeks, maybe we can find some of those fantastic belts by Medusa."
Wendy looked at the iron clock above the mantel. "We're going to be late for Charms if we don't get going." She lay the magazine down on the table beside the leather couch. "We can check out the rest of it later."
Soon the common room was empty and Dobby was left alone. He walked over to the small stack of magazines and took the first one off the top, "CosmoWitch."
Dobby read aloud the various article titles from the cover. "Ten Ways to Make Him Love You Without Potions or Spells...What Every Witch Wants from Her Wizard....Why Beaters are Better Than Keepers..." and finally, "Wand Size...Does It Really Matter?"
Dobby was thrilled. "Oh, yes," he cried, "this is just what Dobby needs to help Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy find romance!"
Dobby glanced around the common room, which to his delight was still empty. "There are several of these papers," he reasoned. "They will not miss just the one. Dobby is sure they wouldn't mind if they knew it was going to help Draco Malfoy. Oh, Harry Potter is going to thank Dobby for this."
Dobby was in for a long two weeks.
At dinner that evening in the great hall Dobby sat under one of the far tables, where he could see Harry as well as Draco. Dobby had been reading one article all afternoon titled "How to Get Him to Notice You".
"Dobby will start with this one," he decided. "It says to try this at a dinner party." Dobby looked around the room. "Well, it is dinner. And it could be a party of some sort. This should be fine."
Harry picked at his food as he talked with Ron and Hermione. "So, then I said, 'What if we try to practice in the morning before the match with the new Snitch I got in Hogsmeade and....'"
"Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you tucking your hair behind your ears and looking at the Slytherin table?"
"What!?" Harry exclaimed. "I am not!"
Ron looked around the table. "Yes you are, mate, and you look like you're batting your eyes!"
Harry jerked his hands down to the table. "You're daft!"
Dobby read quickly from the article. "....lean forward and try to show a bit of cleavage." Dobby looked up from the page. "Cleavage? What is cleavage? Oh, Dobby knows!"
Harry brought his right hand up from the table, and tilting his head seductively, slowly slid his left sleeve up, exposing his arm to the elbow, all the while looking directly at Draco, who by this time had caught sight of the unusual show. For the first time in his life, Draco was speechless.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered. "What are you DOING?"
Harry batted his eyes and slowly crossed his legs, never breaking his gaze from the blond.
"I....don't....know..." he forced through gritted teeth.
Dobby watched Draco all the while. "Oh, Draco Malfoy is noticing Harry Potter! This is very good! Let's see.....'try to place your hand on his during dinner and slowly rub your fingers across his knuckles while you talk...' that should be next."
Suddenly Harry felt his legs move without any command from his brain whatsoever, drawing him nearer to the Slytherin table.
"This cannot be good, this cannot be good," he mumbled. Ron and Hermione got up and followed him, thinking pretty much the same thing. Much to Harry's horror, he stopped directly across from Draco.
"Have something to say to me, Potter?" Draco sneered, expecting some blistering retort. What he DIDN'T expect was for Harry to lean forward and place his hand over his, while Harry resumed tucking his hair behind his ears.
For a moment the entire room went deathly quiet. All eyes were turned to the train wreck that had taken over dinner. Harry slowly rubbed his fingers over Draco's hand, sending an involuntary shiver down the blond's spine, not to mention other slight 'reactions'.
Somehow, Draco managed to find his composure. "What are you on, Potter?" he exclaimed. "Have you lost your damn mind?"
Harry snapped back into reality, pulling his hand back as if it had been burned.
"I...I....," he stuttered.
Hermione stepped forward, taking Harry by the arm and dragging him toward the doors. "Sorry," she stated loudly, "it's a....a...reaction! Yes, an allergic reaction....can't help himself..."
Ron pushed Harry toward the door as well. "Yes, something he ate. It's terrible...We'll just take him to see Madame Pomfrey."
"Everyone back to your dinner!" Ron yelled. "Just an allergic reaction, nothing to see...."
Hermione grabbed Ron by the collar and dragged him along as well. "Come on!"
After they left, it took some time before the conversations died down.
Goyle looked over at Draco. "Imagine that Potter grabbing your hand like that! Who does he think he is?"
Draco rubbed his other hand over his fingers. "Yes," he said under his breath, "imagine."
End of Chapter II.
A/N: The title of the chapter is from "Doctor, Doctor (Bad Case of Loving You)" by the late great Robert Palmer. GE
Thanks to: Liz, Sak, PsychicOracle (of course!), Analia, hersheyhugs, Immortal Memories (cool name!), Wintermoon2, Anarane Anwamane, Cho Potter- f, headphone therapy, skybluebutterfly, slasherbabe and Aurilayh. I appreciate the encouragement!
On with the show..... ******************************************
Chapter II. No Pill Gonna Cure My Ill
Dobby was a house-elf on a mission. He now knew what he must do to help his Harry Potter, but how was he going to do it? He really didn't want to ask any of the students, and the other house-elves were no help. So it definitely perked his interest when he overheard a trio of Fifth-Year Slytherins as he cleaned the common room.
"This magazine is brilliant for advice on boys," squealed Wendy. "Have you seen this month's copy?"
"Yeah," Romara answered. "I found an article on this month's fashion guide too. We go to Hogsmeade in a couple of weeks, maybe we can find some of those fantastic belts by Medusa."
Wendy looked at the iron clock above the mantel. "We're going to be late for Charms if we don't get going." She lay the magazine down on the table beside the leather couch. "We can check out the rest of it later."
Soon the common room was empty and Dobby was left alone. He walked over to the small stack of magazines and took the first one off the top, "CosmoWitch."
Dobby read aloud the various article titles from the cover. "Ten Ways to Make Him Love You Without Potions or Spells...What Every Witch Wants from Her Wizard....Why Beaters are Better Than Keepers..." and finally, "Wand Size...Does It Really Matter?"
Dobby was thrilled. "Oh, yes," he cried, "this is just what Dobby needs to help Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy find romance!"
Dobby glanced around the common room, which to his delight was still empty. "There are several of these papers," he reasoned. "They will not miss just the one. Dobby is sure they wouldn't mind if they knew it was going to help Draco Malfoy. Oh, Harry Potter is going to thank Dobby for this."
Dobby was in for a long two weeks.
At dinner that evening in the great hall Dobby sat under one of the far tables, where he could see Harry as well as Draco. Dobby had been reading one article all afternoon titled "How to Get Him to Notice You".
"Dobby will start with this one," he decided. "It says to try this at a dinner party." Dobby looked around the room. "Well, it is dinner. And it could be a party of some sort. This should be fine."
Harry picked at his food as he talked with Ron and Hermione. "So, then I said, 'What if we try to practice in the morning before the match with the new Snitch I got in Hogsmeade and....'"
"Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you tucking your hair behind your ears and looking at the Slytherin table?"
"What!?" Harry exclaimed. "I am not!"
Ron looked around the table. "Yes you are, mate, and you look like you're batting your eyes!"
Harry jerked his hands down to the table. "You're daft!"
Dobby read quickly from the article. "....lean forward and try to show a bit of cleavage." Dobby looked up from the page. "Cleavage? What is cleavage? Oh, Dobby knows!"
Harry brought his right hand up from the table, and tilting his head seductively, slowly slid his left sleeve up, exposing his arm to the elbow, all the while looking directly at Draco, who by this time had caught sight of the unusual show. For the first time in his life, Draco was speechless.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered. "What are you DOING?"
Harry batted his eyes and slowly crossed his legs, never breaking his gaze from the blond.
"I....don't....know..." he forced through gritted teeth.
Dobby watched Draco all the while. "Oh, Draco Malfoy is noticing Harry Potter! This is very good! Let's see.....'try to place your hand on his during dinner and slowly rub your fingers across his knuckles while you talk...' that should be next."
Suddenly Harry felt his legs move without any command from his brain whatsoever, drawing him nearer to the Slytherin table.
"This cannot be good, this cannot be good," he mumbled. Ron and Hermione got up and followed him, thinking pretty much the same thing. Much to Harry's horror, he stopped directly across from Draco.
"Have something to say to me, Potter?" Draco sneered, expecting some blistering retort. What he DIDN'T expect was for Harry to lean forward and place his hand over his, while Harry resumed tucking his hair behind his ears.
For a moment the entire room went deathly quiet. All eyes were turned to the train wreck that had taken over dinner. Harry slowly rubbed his fingers over Draco's hand, sending an involuntary shiver down the blond's spine, not to mention other slight 'reactions'.
Somehow, Draco managed to find his composure. "What are you on, Potter?" he exclaimed. "Have you lost your damn mind?"
Harry snapped back into reality, pulling his hand back as if it had been burned.
"I...I....," he stuttered.
Hermione stepped forward, taking Harry by the arm and dragging him toward the doors. "Sorry," she stated loudly, "it's a....a...reaction! Yes, an allergic reaction....can't help himself..."
Ron pushed Harry toward the door as well. "Yes, something he ate. It's terrible...We'll just take him to see Madame Pomfrey."
"Everyone back to your dinner!" Ron yelled. "Just an allergic reaction, nothing to see...."
Hermione grabbed Ron by the collar and dragged him along as well. "Come on!"
After they left, it took some time before the conversations died down.
Goyle looked over at Draco. "Imagine that Potter grabbing your hand like that! Who does he think he is?"
Draco rubbed his other hand over his fingers. "Yes," he said under his breath, "imagine."
End of Chapter II.
A/N: The title of the chapter is from "Doctor, Doctor (Bad Case of Loving You)" by the late great Robert Palmer. GE