On the way to Double Defense Against the Dark Arts Harry, Ron, and Hermione took a short cut and accidentally ran into a group of Slytherins. This would be the first big test of Harry's patience. He still didn't want to loose his temper even though Hermione had informed him that she had already talked to the new teacher, and he seemed pretty nice.
Hermione took a deep breathe and started mumbling to herself; that usually meant she was telling herself to ignore them. Ron kept walking in front of them and pushed his way right through the crowd of Slytherins, but then Blaise said something about his parents and Ron turned around and started arguing with him.
Harry didn't want to just stand bye and not help Ron at all, but he had to. He saw Hermione pull out her wand, prepared to curse Pansy who was insulting her hair. Harry just stood afar with his head down. He twittled his thumbs nervously, hoping no one would say anything to him. They did.
Blaise had left Ron alone (who was now arguing with Millicent) and came over to Harry. "What's wrong scar head, don't stand up for your own friends anymore? Afraid me or Malfoy here will get our big bad daddy's to send some dementors after you?"
"Leave me out of this Zambini!" Malfoy yelled over to him.
"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Harry heard Blaise yell back.
Malfoy walked next to his friend, looking even more pale than usual. He turned to Zambini and said "Come on, I think we've tortured them enough for one day, let's just go to class. Besides, Harry didn't do anything to deserve it... I mean... other than... having a disgusting Mud Blood for a mother!" That was it. Harry's temper exploded. He punched Draco as hard as he could right in the face.
Draco's body felt about ready to explode with happiness. "HE TOUCHED ME!!!" Draco thought. Sure, his nose was bleeding, his face was twitching with pain, and his friend ran off as soon as it happened but... "HE TOUCHED ME!!!" He sang in his head. He stood up and looked around. Even Hermione and Ron had run, they were probably mad that their friend had just stood there and let his fellow Slytherins say those things about them. However, someone other than he and Harry was there now.
Professor McGonagall was holding back a very angry Harry with much struggle, considering he was so much strong than she. She looked furiously at both of the boys and motioned for them both to follow her. They walked silently up the stairs and down a few hallways until they were in front of the head masters office.
Draco really regretted saying those things, he tried to stand up for Harry... he really did! He couldn't just stand there and scream out to all of his friends his real feelings though. He eventually would tell Blaise about it. But only when he was sure what he was feeling was true. He could trust Blaise. He wasn't stupid like Crabbe and Goyle, he wasn't sluttish like pansy, and he wasn't a gossiper like Millicent.
The door sprang open and Draco and Harry jumped on the moving staircase. When they were at the top Harry opened the oak door, walked through, and slammed the door in Draco's face as soon as he was about to go in. Draco opened the door again and went into Dumbledore's office. The headmaster was sitting behind his desk looking very calm and Harry was seating on a couch in front of the desk.
Draco had been here many times before, the furniture was always different, and he thanked his lucky stars that the one time he came here with Harry it had been a couch. He sat right next to Potter; to too close though, he didn't want to creep him out. Then he looked up at his head master and awaited his punishment. A weeks detention? Banned from the first Hogsmead trip? He could handle them. It was worth it for all of these moments with Harry.
"Over the last five years, you two haven't gotten along all too well." Professor Dumbledore spoke. "I've let it slide quite a few times, but as you two are growing up and becoming men, you need to learn a lesson. A lesson that is well past detentions and things along that sort." he paused for a minute and then looked up at the two boys with this twinkling blue eyes, "I wonder... this question is more directed at Harry... have either of you ever heard of The Parent Trap?"
Draco was totally clueless to what trapping parents had to do with their punishment. He glanced over and Harry who looked as though he was trying to remember something. Then he spoke, "Er, wasn't that an old movie about twins separated at birth?"
"Indeed, very good Harry." Dumbledore sounded simply joyful. Draco had no clue what a "movie" was, but he knew it must be something muggles use. Then Dumbledore continued, "Draco, in this story the two twins meet while away at camp. They absolutely hated each other. Their consolers decided that the best way to make them get along to was force them to spend time with each other." Draco really liked the way this was going. "They were forced to bunk together in a cabin far from their friends. Of course they could still see their other friends, but they needed to learn to get along and live with each other. I think that will be an excellent way to teach you two!"
Harry's jaw dropped. Dumbledore had to be kidding! It was no secret that he, Harry, was Dumbledore's favorite. He would never do this to him! "He can't do this!" Harry thought, he was so infuriated. There had to be something against this in the rules! How could he do this to Harry, when he knew perfectly well that Draco's father was a Death Eater! Harry looked over at Draco, expecting him to be just as mad. Was he... smiling?!
"I've had the elves bring your things already. Come, I'll show you where you'll be staying." Harry following the headmaster down the stairs, up ten flights of the Grand Staircase, and down several hallways. He caught up with Dumbledore and asked "How long will I have to suffer through this?!" Dumbledore just laughed softly and whispered in his rusty voice, "As long as it takes for you two to get along."
"That means forever." Harry mumbled, and Dumbledore just smiled and showed the two boys to a portrait of...is that a jail? It was simply just a picture of vertical metal bars. "Trapped." Dumbledore said, and the portrait swung open. He winked and Harry said "Enjoy." and left. Harry was so pissed that when he walked in he went right to the room labeled "Mr. Potter", slammed the door shut, and started writing a furious letter to Ron and Hermione. He didn't even stop to look at how completely beautiful his new place was.
Draco was so incredibly happy he thought he was going to explode with joy. He looked around it new common room. It was decorated in silver and gold: the color of riches. It was bigger than his Slytherin common room, and he'd be sharing it with Harry! "Maybe that old Mud Blood loving fool is actually good for something!" he thought as he walked into his new bed room. It was as dark and sinister as any other room he's ever stayed in. It was decorated in different shades of black, green, and silver. He found all of his belongings neatly put away in the exact spots he would have kept them, and he found a king sized bed that was much like his back home, instead of the dinky little things they had in their old dormitories.
Draco sat on his bed with a pack of ice over his nose dreaming of all the things he would learn about Harry. He thought of ways to get Harry to at least want to be his friend, and then he thought of ways to tell Blaise his feelings for Harry.
He knew for sure now; he fancied Harry. There was no doubt about that. He didn't know why. It was all so sudden. He was the heir of the Malfoy, future Death Eater, and an all around bad guy! But here he was dreaming about Harry Potter, his mortal enemy! He goes all soft when it comes to Harry, and he'd have to learn to conceal that for now. This was definitely going to be a great experience for Draco Malfoy.
Hermione took a deep breathe and started mumbling to herself; that usually meant she was telling herself to ignore them. Ron kept walking in front of them and pushed his way right through the crowd of Slytherins, but then Blaise said something about his parents and Ron turned around and started arguing with him.
Harry didn't want to just stand bye and not help Ron at all, but he had to. He saw Hermione pull out her wand, prepared to curse Pansy who was insulting her hair. Harry just stood afar with his head down. He twittled his thumbs nervously, hoping no one would say anything to him. They did.
Blaise had left Ron alone (who was now arguing with Millicent) and came over to Harry. "What's wrong scar head, don't stand up for your own friends anymore? Afraid me or Malfoy here will get our big bad daddy's to send some dementors after you?"
"Leave me out of this Zambini!" Malfoy yelled over to him.
"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Harry heard Blaise yell back.
Malfoy walked next to his friend, looking even more pale than usual. He turned to Zambini and said "Come on, I think we've tortured them enough for one day, let's just go to class. Besides, Harry didn't do anything to deserve it... I mean... other than... having a disgusting Mud Blood for a mother!" That was it. Harry's temper exploded. He punched Draco as hard as he could right in the face.
Draco's body felt about ready to explode with happiness. "HE TOUCHED ME!!!" Draco thought. Sure, his nose was bleeding, his face was twitching with pain, and his friend ran off as soon as it happened but... "HE TOUCHED ME!!!" He sang in his head. He stood up and looked around. Even Hermione and Ron had run, they were probably mad that their friend had just stood there and let his fellow Slytherins say those things about them. However, someone other than he and Harry was there now.
Professor McGonagall was holding back a very angry Harry with much struggle, considering he was so much strong than she. She looked furiously at both of the boys and motioned for them both to follow her. They walked silently up the stairs and down a few hallways until they were in front of the head masters office.
Draco really regretted saying those things, he tried to stand up for Harry... he really did! He couldn't just stand there and scream out to all of his friends his real feelings though. He eventually would tell Blaise about it. But only when he was sure what he was feeling was true. He could trust Blaise. He wasn't stupid like Crabbe and Goyle, he wasn't sluttish like pansy, and he wasn't a gossiper like Millicent.
The door sprang open and Draco and Harry jumped on the moving staircase. When they were at the top Harry opened the oak door, walked through, and slammed the door in Draco's face as soon as he was about to go in. Draco opened the door again and went into Dumbledore's office. The headmaster was sitting behind his desk looking very calm and Harry was seating on a couch in front of the desk.
Draco had been here many times before, the furniture was always different, and he thanked his lucky stars that the one time he came here with Harry it had been a couch. He sat right next to Potter; to too close though, he didn't want to creep him out. Then he looked up at his head master and awaited his punishment. A weeks detention? Banned from the first Hogsmead trip? He could handle them. It was worth it for all of these moments with Harry.
"Over the last five years, you two haven't gotten along all too well." Professor Dumbledore spoke. "I've let it slide quite a few times, but as you two are growing up and becoming men, you need to learn a lesson. A lesson that is well past detentions and things along that sort." he paused for a minute and then looked up at the two boys with this twinkling blue eyes, "I wonder... this question is more directed at Harry... have either of you ever heard of The Parent Trap?"
Draco was totally clueless to what trapping parents had to do with their punishment. He glanced over and Harry who looked as though he was trying to remember something. Then he spoke, "Er, wasn't that an old movie about twins separated at birth?"
"Indeed, very good Harry." Dumbledore sounded simply joyful. Draco had no clue what a "movie" was, but he knew it must be something muggles use. Then Dumbledore continued, "Draco, in this story the two twins meet while away at camp. They absolutely hated each other. Their consolers decided that the best way to make them get along to was force them to spend time with each other." Draco really liked the way this was going. "They were forced to bunk together in a cabin far from their friends. Of course they could still see their other friends, but they needed to learn to get along and live with each other. I think that will be an excellent way to teach you two!"
Harry's jaw dropped. Dumbledore had to be kidding! It was no secret that he, Harry, was Dumbledore's favorite. He would never do this to him! "He can't do this!" Harry thought, he was so infuriated. There had to be something against this in the rules! How could he do this to Harry, when he knew perfectly well that Draco's father was a Death Eater! Harry looked over at Draco, expecting him to be just as mad. Was he... smiling?!
"I've had the elves bring your things already. Come, I'll show you where you'll be staying." Harry following the headmaster down the stairs, up ten flights of the Grand Staircase, and down several hallways. He caught up with Dumbledore and asked "How long will I have to suffer through this?!" Dumbledore just laughed softly and whispered in his rusty voice, "As long as it takes for you two to get along."
"That means forever." Harry mumbled, and Dumbledore just smiled and showed the two boys to a portrait of...is that a jail? It was simply just a picture of vertical metal bars. "Trapped." Dumbledore said, and the portrait swung open. He winked and Harry said "Enjoy." and left. Harry was so pissed that when he walked in he went right to the room labeled "Mr. Potter", slammed the door shut, and started writing a furious letter to Ron and Hermione. He didn't even stop to look at how completely beautiful his new place was.
Draco was so incredibly happy he thought he was going to explode with joy. He looked around it new common room. It was decorated in silver and gold: the color of riches. It was bigger than his Slytherin common room, and he'd be sharing it with Harry! "Maybe that old Mud Blood loving fool is actually good for something!" he thought as he walked into his new bed room. It was as dark and sinister as any other room he's ever stayed in. It was decorated in different shades of black, green, and silver. He found all of his belongings neatly put away in the exact spots he would have kept them, and he found a king sized bed that was much like his back home, instead of the dinky little things they had in their old dormitories.
Draco sat on his bed with a pack of ice over his nose dreaming of all the things he would learn about Harry. He thought of ways to get Harry to at least want to be his friend, and then he thought of ways to tell Blaise his feelings for Harry.
He knew for sure now; he fancied Harry. There was no doubt about that. He didn't know why. It was all so sudden. He was the heir of the Malfoy, future Death Eater, and an all around bad guy! But here he was dreaming about Harry Potter, his mortal enemy! He goes all soft when it comes to Harry, and he'd have to learn to conceal that for now. This was definitely going to be a great experience for Draco Malfoy.