When Harry woke up the next morning he noticed the sun was still just coming up. As much as he tried to go back to sleep, it just wouldn't work. So he put on his glasses and changed quickly. Then he walked down to the common room where he was surprised to see Hermione writing at a desk. Well, it wasn't always so surprising to see her do this, but considering the first school day hadn't even started yet it sure was.
"Hermione, what work could you possibly have to do already?" Harry asked as he sat down in front of the fire. She was so startled that she fell right out of her chair. Harry started cracking up, but calmed himself when he saw the threatening look on his friends face.
"Well, Harry, if you MUST know...oh please just don't tell Ron....I'm uh-uh..." Hermione turned from Harry and broke into a whisper, "I'm writing to Viktor." That was it? Harry started laughing again. She had made that big of a deal out of that? He knew she wrote to him every now and then, so what. Then he remembered. Hermione had promised Ron in the beginning of the summer that she wouldn't anymore.
You see... Hermione was really upset over Sirius' death. Ron was comforting her one night and they ended up kissing. Ever since then, most of their arguing had subsided, they had been a whole lot more flirty, and it really made Harry uncomfortable most of the time. He was so used to having his two best friends, but now it was like Ron and Hermione were best friends and that Harry was just the third wheel.
He couldn't believe he had forgotten about that. He had way too much to worry about to keep up with his friends love lives. Try as he might to forget about Sirius, reminders were around every corner. "I'm going to see Hagrid, you can come if you want. Oh, and I won't tell Ron." Harry mumbled as he walked through the opening behind the Fat Lady. He heard Hermione's following footsteps lightly coming behind him.
Draco walked into his common room that morning (tired as hell), broke open a bottle of rum, and drank it staring off into space. He felt horrible. What was he thinking last night? How could he put himself down like that and praise Potter like that? His father would have been so ashamed.
Fourth-year James Mortimer came over and sat next to Draco. "Have you seen the evening paper?" he shoved it in front of Draco's nose. It was a usual sight for Draco, seeing his father's face in the paper. Usually it had been for good things: A donation, a vote on the school board, a speech. Now, however, every time he saw his father's face it was a constant reminder that he had landed himself in Azkaban. Titles such as "Good Man Gone Bad", "Caught In The Act", and "The Truth Is Finally Out" were bannered over his father's picture in different magazines and newspapers.
Draco knew the truth. His father had murdered a dozen or so muggles. He did it on his own freewill and he did it proudly. Draco wasn't really proud of his father, but he was still family, and they had to stick together. He knew he was have to become a Death Eater one day. It would make his father very proud.
Thinking of all of that made him feel ashamed of him self again. Maybe he should be praising Potter. At least Harry wasn't a murderer; well not for a bad reason anyway... Suddenly he was feeling that odd feeling again. He still wasn't sure what it was and now more than ever he just wanted to spot Harry, even if just for a second. He decided to write in his diary and then go down for some breakfast.
Harry never waited up for Hermione the whole walk to Hagrid's hut. He didn't want to speak to her. She might just bring something up that would remind him of Sirius once again. Then again, what did he expect to happen while talking to Hagrid? He was sure Hagrid would talk about The Order of the Phoenix, or the events that happened the night Sirius died. He would try to talk to Harry about his feelings and try to make him feel better.
Harry almost stopped, he didn't want to talk about his feelings anymore. He did that enough over the summer with his friends. But then again, Hagrid always had a way of making Harry feel better even without trying. There was something about his giant friend that always comforted him even if he had to talk about the things that hurt him the most.
He stopped and turned on his heel. He looked back at Hermione. Her eyes opened wide with joy and she ran towards him. "Hermione, you're my friend. I love you, you know that right? No matter how hostile I can get at times, I'll always come around." He embraced his friend and they walked off together to visit Hagrid.
Draco put his diary away and turned to leave, but noticed something out the window. Potter and Granger were standing out on the school grounds wrapped in each others arms. A shot of anger filled Draco's body. Not anger because he was seeing that Mud Blood or that Prince Potter. It was a different kind of anger. Jealousy?
"Get a hold of your self, Draco!" he screamed in his head. He decided that if he went down to eat now, Harry wouldn't be there. And as much as he hated him self for it, he knew the only thing he wanted right now was to see Harry. (To see him out of the arms of the filthy little Mud Blood that is.) To broke open another bottle of rum and sat back on the window seat, waiting for Harry to come back to the school.
Harry and Hermione left with Hagrid to go back to the Great Hall for a spot of breakfast. Harry was feeling a whole lot better and was even smiling. On the way they spotted Ginny who ran over to them and started chatting with Hermione.
"Hey, Gin." Harry interrupted them. Ginny turned bright read, "H-Hey there Harry. Gotta go!" she ran off quickly to rejoin Luna and their other friends. "What did I say?" Harry asked Hermione, confused. Hermione just giggled and kept walking. He didn't get it, wasn't Ginny over him? Wasn't she going out with his friend Dean?
"Hermione! What are you not telling me this time?"
"Oh come on, what kind of friend would I be if I went and told all her secrets."
"A good friend to me!"
"Oh Harry! Fine... Ginny broke up with Dean last week. Ever since you two have become friends, she's taken a liking to you again. She'll get over it once she meets another guy to fancy, but until then she probably won't talk to you much."
Girls were so hard for Harry to understand. If you like someone, wouldn't you want to talk to them? Why couldn't they all just be like guys and just make fools out of them selves, at least then they'd be doing SOMETHING.
Draco sat at the Slytherin table between to Blaise and Pansy. He wanted to get away from them, to just be by himself for awhile longer and collect his thoughts. But they kept pressuring him for details about his fathers plans. His father; the last thing he wanted to talk about.
Draco dropped his fork and stared a the door. Harry had just walked in. That get feeling came rushing back to him. He smiled until he noticed his friends looking at him funny. He went back to eating his porridge while taking glances at Harry from the corner of his eye.
He watched as Harry elegantly made his way to the Gryffindor table and sat next to a coupled Hermione and Ron. Draco felt a little relieved when he saw Hermione and Ron peck each other's lips. That meant she wouldn't try any thing on Harry. What was he thinking? "Come on Draco, snap out it!" he kept ordering himself, but it was no use. No matter how hard he tried to turn away his eyes stayed put on Harry. They searched his wonderful toned body and stared deep into the handsome emerald eyes.
Across the room at the Gryffindor table Harry was joking with Seamus when he looked up and saw Draco looking at him. "Great, he's probably plotting some new evil deed against me. I don't need to spend anymore time in the hospital wing, I'd better watch myself around him." Harry thought to himself. He noticed Ginny neglecting her food and staring at him so much it looked like she was about to drool.
Harry was ready for some amusement in his life, so he met her eyes and winked at her. The one arm that was the only sported of her chin fell and her head slammed down into her toast. She turned bright red and ran out of the Great Hall. Now he kind of felt bad, and he was going to run after her and apologize, but the mail was coming. (Beside, she'd probably just turn red and run some more!)
Thousands of owls flew over head dropping off newspapers, care packages etc. Harry spotted Hedwig as she flew down and started sipping some of his pumpkin juice. He untied the parchment on her leg, gave her a pet on the head, and walked her fly off before opening it. It was his schedule. He heard Ron complaining already, and spotted the problem right way. They had Double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin this year, first thing that day. The good thing for Ron was that he didn't make it into N.E.W.T Potions, Harry however did and had to go if he really wanted to be an Auror. Since only select students would be in that class, all the houses would be attending. Unfortunately, Harry was cretin Malfoy had made it into N.E.W.T Potions also.
Draco was sipping some juice when his eagle owl dropped off his schedule and some things from home. He opened it and was very pleased to see that he would have a class with Harry in just a few minutes. Pansy, however, was very upset about this. She kept ranting on about the Gryffindor "taking over" the new teacher from right over their noses.
Draco didn't care about any of that. He was must too fond of the world going on in his mind. He had seen Harry look over at him, they had met eyes for a split second, and that second had been wonderful! He also saw the prank Potter pulled on smallest Weasel. He wished Harry would wink at him, or acknowledge him at all. (Other than a rude comment or a curse.)
He still couldn't believe the things he was thinking, but he was learning to accept them. There was no fighting it anymore, he was attracted to Harry Potter in some twisted way. He was shamed of himself, but at the same time he was so happy that he could finally be happy! If only there was some way to at least become friends with Harry, but he knew that would never happen.
A/N: Yay! That one was a bit longer. I hope you guys who are actually reading this like it so far. Trust me, it'll get better once they actually talk to each other. Right now it's basically just showing their true emotions...or at least how they are right now... dun dun dun... things will change!
"Hermione, what work could you possibly have to do already?" Harry asked as he sat down in front of the fire. She was so startled that she fell right out of her chair. Harry started cracking up, but calmed himself when he saw the threatening look on his friends face.
"Well, Harry, if you MUST know...oh please just don't tell Ron....I'm uh-uh..." Hermione turned from Harry and broke into a whisper, "I'm writing to Viktor." That was it? Harry started laughing again. She had made that big of a deal out of that? He knew she wrote to him every now and then, so what. Then he remembered. Hermione had promised Ron in the beginning of the summer that she wouldn't anymore.
You see... Hermione was really upset over Sirius' death. Ron was comforting her one night and they ended up kissing. Ever since then, most of their arguing had subsided, they had been a whole lot more flirty, and it really made Harry uncomfortable most of the time. He was so used to having his two best friends, but now it was like Ron and Hermione were best friends and that Harry was just the third wheel.
He couldn't believe he had forgotten about that. He had way too much to worry about to keep up with his friends love lives. Try as he might to forget about Sirius, reminders were around every corner. "I'm going to see Hagrid, you can come if you want. Oh, and I won't tell Ron." Harry mumbled as he walked through the opening behind the Fat Lady. He heard Hermione's following footsteps lightly coming behind him.
Draco walked into his common room that morning (tired as hell), broke open a bottle of rum, and drank it staring off into space. He felt horrible. What was he thinking last night? How could he put himself down like that and praise Potter like that? His father would have been so ashamed.
Fourth-year James Mortimer came over and sat next to Draco. "Have you seen the evening paper?" he shoved it in front of Draco's nose. It was a usual sight for Draco, seeing his father's face in the paper. Usually it had been for good things: A donation, a vote on the school board, a speech. Now, however, every time he saw his father's face it was a constant reminder that he had landed himself in Azkaban. Titles such as "Good Man Gone Bad", "Caught In The Act", and "The Truth Is Finally Out" were bannered over his father's picture in different magazines and newspapers.
Draco knew the truth. His father had murdered a dozen or so muggles. He did it on his own freewill and he did it proudly. Draco wasn't really proud of his father, but he was still family, and they had to stick together. He knew he was have to become a Death Eater one day. It would make his father very proud.
Thinking of all of that made him feel ashamed of him self again. Maybe he should be praising Potter. At least Harry wasn't a murderer; well not for a bad reason anyway... Suddenly he was feeling that odd feeling again. He still wasn't sure what it was and now more than ever he just wanted to spot Harry, even if just for a second. He decided to write in his diary and then go down for some breakfast.
Harry never waited up for Hermione the whole walk to Hagrid's hut. He didn't want to speak to her. She might just bring something up that would remind him of Sirius once again. Then again, what did he expect to happen while talking to Hagrid? He was sure Hagrid would talk about The Order of the Phoenix, or the events that happened the night Sirius died. He would try to talk to Harry about his feelings and try to make him feel better.
Harry almost stopped, he didn't want to talk about his feelings anymore. He did that enough over the summer with his friends. But then again, Hagrid always had a way of making Harry feel better even without trying. There was something about his giant friend that always comforted him even if he had to talk about the things that hurt him the most.
He stopped and turned on his heel. He looked back at Hermione. Her eyes opened wide with joy and she ran towards him. "Hermione, you're my friend. I love you, you know that right? No matter how hostile I can get at times, I'll always come around." He embraced his friend and they walked off together to visit Hagrid.
Draco put his diary away and turned to leave, but noticed something out the window. Potter and Granger were standing out on the school grounds wrapped in each others arms. A shot of anger filled Draco's body. Not anger because he was seeing that Mud Blood or that Prince Potter. It was a different kind of anger. Jealousy?
"Get a hold of your self, Draco!" he screamed in his head. He decided that if he went down to eat now, Harry wouldn't be there. And as much as he hated him self for it, he knew the only thing he wanted right now was to see Harry. (To see him out of the arms of the filthy little Mud Blood that is.) To broke open another bottle of rum and sat back on the window seat, waiting for Harry to come back to the school.
Harry and Hermione left with Hagrid to go back to the Great Hall for a spot of breakfast. Harry was feeling a whole lot better and was even smiling. On the way they spotted Ginny who ran over to them and started chatting with Hermione.
"Hey, Gin." Harry interrupted them. Ginny turned bright read, "H-Hey there Harry. Gotta go!" she ran off quickly to rejoin Luna and their other friends. "What did I say?" Harry asked Hermione, confused. Hermione just giggled and kept walking. He didn't get it, wasn't Ginny over him? Wasn't she going out with his friend Dean?
"Hermione! What are you not telling me this time?"
"Oh come on, what kind of friend would I be if I went and told all her secrets."
"A good friend to me!"
"Oh Harry! Fine... Ginny broke up with Dean last week. Ever since you two have become friends, she's taken a liking to you again. She'll get over it once she meets another guy to fancy, but until then she probably won't talk to you much."
Girls were so hard for Harry to understand. If you like someone, wouldn't you want to talk to them? Why couldn't they all just be like guys and just make fools out of them selves, at least then they'd be doing SOMETHING.
Draco sat at the Slytherin table between to Blaise and Pansy. He wanted to get away from them, to just be by himself for awhile longer and collect his thoughts. But they kept pressuring him for details about his fathers plans. His father; the last thing he wanted to talk about.
Draco dropped his fork and stared a the door. Harry had just walked in. That get feeling came rushing back to him. He smiled until he noticed his friends looking at him funny. He went back to eating his porridge while taking glances at Harry from the corner of his eye.
He watched as Harry elegantly made his way to the Gryffindor table and sat next to a coupled Hermione and Ron. Draco felt a little relieved when he saw Hermione and Ron peck each other's lips. That meant she wouldn't try any thing on Harry. What was he thinking? "Come on Draco, snap out it!" he kept ordering himself, but it was no use. No matter how hard he tried to turn away his eyes stayed put on Harry. They searched his wonderful toned body and stared deep into the handsome emerald eyes.
Across the room at the Gryffindor table Harry was joking with Seamus when he looked up and saw Draco looking at him. "Great, he's probably plotting some new evil deed against me. I don't need to spend anymore time in the hospital wing, I'd better watch myself around him." Harry thought to himself. He noticed Ginny neglecting her food and staring at him so much it looked like she was about to drool.
Harry was ready for some amusement in his life, so he met her eyes and winked at her. The one arm that was the only sported of her chin fell and her head slammed down into her toast. She turned bright red and ran out of the Great Hall. Now he kind of felt bad, and he was going to run after her and apologize, but the mail was coming. (Beside, she'd probably just turn red and run some more!)
Thousands of owls flew over head dropping off newspapers, care packages etc. Harry spotted Hedwig as she flew down and started sipping some of his pumpkin juice. He untied the parchment on her leg, gave her a pet on the head, and walked her fly off before opening it. It was his schedule. He heard Ron complaining already, and spotted the problem right way. They had Double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin this year, first thing that day. The good thing for Ron was that he didn't make it into N.E.W.T Potions, Harry however did and had to go if he really wanted to be an Auror. Since only select students would be in that class, all the houses would be attending. Unfortunately, Harry was cretin Malfoy had made it into N.E.W.T Potions also.
Draco was sipping some juice when his eagle owl dropped off his schedule and some things from home. He opened it and was very pleased to see that he would have a class with Harry in just a few minutes. Pansy, however, was very upset about this. She kept ranting on about the Gryffindor "taking over" the new teacher from right over their noses.
Draco didn't care about any of that. He was must too fond of the world going on in his mind. He had seen Harry look over at him, they had met eyes for a split second, and that second had been wonderful! He also saw the prank Potter pulled on smallest Weasel. He wished Harry would wink at him, or acknowledge him at all. (Other than a rude comment or a curse.)
He still couldn't believe the things he was thinking, but he was learning to accept them. There was no fighting it anymore, he was attracted to Harry Potter in some twisted way. He was shamed of himself, but at the same time he was so happy that he could finally be happy! If only there was some way to at least become friends with Harry, but he knew that would never happen.
A/N: Yay! That one was a bit longer. I hope you guys who are actually reading this like it so far. Trust me, it'll get better once they actually talk to each other. Right now it's basically just showing their true emotions...or at least how they are right now... dun dun dun... things will change!