Yeh it's pretty obvious what Harry told Ron LOL
I made it like that so that people could understand but poor Ditzy Draco doesn't
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Title- The Desire to Love
Chapter 3
Being invisible
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For the time being, my main objective is Potter (not that it hasn't been already but I have a different initiative)
The book-writing scheme is not going as planned so it has literally been ditched, I have a more better idea.
This will be uncovered after I have found out what Potter had been whinging about.
Though I must say, their conversation was almost alike to that of Goyle's and Crabbe's (which I had the misfortune of overhearing in the fourth year) it was quite a disturbing thought that has floated around with me since that time.
But Potter couldn't be what I am starting to think he is…. Could he??
There wasn't much time for me to quarrel with myself anyhow as I sprinted back down to the dungeons (okay I slid down the banister) to retrieve my invisibility cloak. My mission would take place after I eat.
Of course, whatever's on the menu tonight won't ravish my hunger for information, particularly that of Harry Potter.
Insufferable git… I think he has placed an obsession spell on me since I can't seem to get these annoying thoughts out of my mind.
I shove the cloak into my pocket (handy attribute to this cloak, it can fit in the tiniest of pockets) and manage to run back to the Great Hall without so much as a once-over from the students that were filing ever so slowly up the stairs.
I reckon this old castle needs elevators, I read about them in Blaise's muggle magazines and they seem to come in handy when you don't wish to climb up ten million stairs.
And then I saw him.
After all, those blinding green eyes and that I-have-woken-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed hair was quite hard to miss.
That ruddy Gryffindor was with his damnable 'friends' and he looked quite agitated about something because he looked back, saw me and then his eyes went wide from…
…….Was that fear?
They managed to get into the Hall before I could say anything.
Damn boy, well nobody tricks Draco Malfoy by saying things that make no sense, I slip behind the wall and wait for the rest of the students to file into the Hall for dinner.
While I'm behind that wall, I went over the sentence that I said in my head and found that it was complete and utter nonsense.
My hand goes up to my forehead and checks whether I am coming down with a fever.
Nope, nothing unusual.
The last student flits past in a scurry and I quickly disappear under my cloak, I'm going to find out what was wrong with Potter in the most discreet way that I can manage…..
………By crawling under the long Gryffindor table.
And so begins my journey crawling and dirtying my robes like those filthy beggar people. Humility was starting to strike me where it hurt most (I'm talking about the head mind you) as I got down on my hands and knees and started to inch forward to my nemesis.
It just happened to be my luck that they sat up near the top of the table and I had to begin my little expedition at the end of the table.
As I moved on through the swarm of robes, worn trousers and skirts and….. (is that a girls leg??) I have to restrain from crying of laughter, this particular leg had my name tattooed at the ankle, I stopped laughing once I heard the voice the leg belonged to.
It was none other than Pansy Parkinson…. She's alright and all but I know for a fact that she swings the opposite direction the day I caught her snogging the head prefect of Slytherin who just so happened to be a girl.
Pansy's leg crossed over and I caught glimpse of another name joint with mine, to my horror (well, it was horror because it was on Pansy's leg) the name was Harry Potter.
So, my journey has picked up something- Pansy had a fetish that includes the Green eyes and me.
I shook my head and started to scurry forward faster, I certainly didn't want to know anymore information coming from that leg.
Fortunately, the underside of the table was fairly spacious so I could make my way across without being jabbed by legs (unless they were stretched out which I haven't reached yet thank the Lord)
Unfortunately, you could hear everything going on above, and people these days positively had no secrets to keep. It was the gossip which rang across my head that pulled insanely at my insides.
Now, as being a Malfoy, we don't snoop into things which we don't want to know. While Potter is one thing which I do want to know, I didn't crawl across the bottom of a stone floor (which is damn right grubby) to find out which Hufflepuff was screwing which Ravenclaw (Honestly, how did they manage to mingle??)
By the time I was two metres away from my subject, my ears had been soiled greatly from excess information that I would have been better off not knowing.
Such as, for example, a juicy bit of gossip about myself being a Veela and having a taste for shiny stilettos. That was by far the furthest fact from the truth.
There was also a gross incident that I know I shouldn't have been listening on which involved a dog, a cake and a condom (the things that people come up with these days!)
I knew at once that even though there was no sight of anyone looking under the table, that wearing the invisibility cloak was definitely a good idea because just as I reached Potter and his friends, Someone's leg from the left had decided to stretch out knocking the wind out of me.
"Who did I kick??" it was that damn Irish boy, I will tear him apart once I recover from that UNCALLED FOR ATTACK!!
But for now, I searched frantically for an idea in my head, and one popped into my head momentarily.
I preyed to the Lord not to kill me and punched the leg on the right.
"OW!! Seamus!! That HURT!!" that voice was as recognisable as Snape's look of hate reserved for Harry.
"Gee Neville, I'm sorry and all but you sure took your time to respond" a sound of surprise from the Irish before crossing his legs under the wooden bench.
Stupid dingbat, should be apologising to me.
Another idea popped into my head and I made sure I had room for this, I wasn't about to make the same mistake again and get kicked in the stomach again (I swear, I can feel the bruise formulating already)
I punched the leg that cruelly came in contact with my skin and I made sure that it was a bruising one.
"OW!! NEVILLE I SAID I WAS SORRY!!" I snickered under the table silently as I could practically see the fire spitting from the boys mouth.
"What?? I didn't do nothing!!" the innocent voice of Longbottom was protesting, I smirked and punched the puggy boy's left leg once more but this time it was joined with a sneaker covered foot to the right leg.
"SEAMUS!! WHY DID YOU KICK ME AGAIN!!! For crying out loud, twice in one go???!!! And you know I bruise easily!" I could picture that wailing face as I grinned devilishly up at the table.
Then my ear pricked up when I heard Granger's voice above the commotion that was starting "Would you two stop playing footsies, because I can't hear a single word that Harry is trying to tell me!"
I could hear internal growling between the two 'foot' boys and crawled across in order to make it directly under Potter's seating place. And how might you ask did I know that this was his place?
He had a pair of mismatched socks on when he came into the Hall, I seriously think he needs a new pair of glasses as they don't seem to help tell his colours apart.
I listened in carefully and managed to catch their conversation over a large dispute starting over 'who' got the last cheese slice.
"You were saying Harry?" I heard Grangers voice say in a softer tone than she did to the other two boys.
"Well, this may come as a shock to you 'Mione but…." I listened closely to Potters explanation and almost tripped from craning my neck up to hear the sentence.
There was a large crash on the table and I almost groaned in frustration, I was SO close to finding out!!
"Oh for crying out loud!!!" I heard Grangers voice yell as she stood up and slammed her fists on the table "SHUT THE HELL UP!!!"
Note to self- Do not piss Granger off
The twitter died down to a silence and the girl sat back down with a huff.
"You needed to say something Harry?"
Yeah like he's going to say anything, now that you had to put up that big show of anger.
Like per usual I was right "N…no Hermy, it's alright, I'll tell you tomorrow"
Great work Granger, I crawled all this way for nothing!
Oh well, there was no point in keeping up this image of invisibility so I took of the cloak and squeezed between the two.
"Hey mind if I sit here?" I said in the most polite manner I could muster.
Weasly's eyes just popped wide open, what luck that he was sitting right across from my position.
He pointed a finger at me shakily "What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?? And why were you under the table??"
That finger is annoying me but no doubt that it is annoying the red head as well.
"I'd like to know that too Malfoy" Granger's voice said, I turned to face her, she was tapping the table with a look of superiority on her face.
"I was looking for something….. under the table" Well technically I was, I was looking for Potter
I could tell from the look on the Weasel and Granger that they didn't believe me one bit but my heart jumped when Potter spoke up for me.
"Yeah I saw him siting down the end" The lie slipped from his tongue like it was the truth and it was just that which made Granger shrug and say "Fine"
"B…but he's MALFOY!" stuttered the red-head, that finger still pointed my way.
Politeness did have its edge on the boy.
"He's not forbidden to sit here, Ron" Potter was being strangely nice about this and it was starting to worry me so I got up.
"Oh well, I understand if you don't want me to sit next to your lover boy so I'll just go then"
And with that, I ran out from the Great Hall without so much as a goodbye.
Once I reached the outside I breathed again, yep, it was damn scary knowing that Potter had stood up for me.
I smirked to myself and had it wiped from my face as soon as it broke out.
"Explain" I heard Potter's voice directly in front of me but couldn't see anyone.
He removed his cloak and glared at me with his brilliant green eyes which looked oddly evil at that particular moment, but I thought it better not to mention it to him.
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