Harry Potter and the Lazy Bee
Chapter Two - The Lost Memory Book
He looked upon the blonde with almost instant fury at having made him worry - even though it was only in his dreams. Harry couldn't have found it more annoying that his subconscious was willing to risk his own life for a stupid idiot like Malfoy. It was beyond infuriating, and Harry hoped with all this might that it wasn't that he cared anything at all for Malfoy, but that the part of him which wanted to prove itself was just trying to just do that - prove itself.
Just now, in Potions when Snape had assigned Harry detention for what he called "defamation of character", Malfoy had sneered right along with the greasy old man. It was just too much to handle that just the other night, he had helped him. (Of course, it was a given that Malfoy didn't know about any of it, but it was still infuriating that he had it in himself to save the blockhead, when said blockhead couldn't even give him a proper un- sadistic smile.)
"Mr. Potter, do you think it's humorous that Neville is not capable of brewing a proper Activation Gel?" Snape had sneered at him. Neville gave him a most depressive look, and Harry just couldn't explain (in kind words) that he had laughed because Ron had said something quite "humorous" about Snape's overall being.
"No, sir."
"Tell me then, Mr. Potter, were you hit repeatedly on the head as a young child, and therefore you cannot possibly control your own laughter?"
"Erm, well, I had a cousin named Dudley, but he didn't really hit my head as he did quite... Anywhere else." Harry replied. After all, it was definitely the truth.
Professor Snape gave him a disgusted look. And just for added effect, Hermione gave him a repoachful look and gave a loud sigh.
Harry shrugged.
It was morning the next day when Harry couldn't find his glasses. He couldn't even remember placing them on his bedside dresser, since it was an automatic response after he climbed into bed.
A little bit confused, he got out of bed and looked into the circular room. He couldn't see anyone. "Ron?"
There was no answer. In fact, there was no one inside the dormitory at all.
Harry frowned. There was no way he was going anywhere without being able to see clearly. He sighed and sat on his bed again, pulling out a few articles of clothing from his trunk, might as well be presentable just in case someone burst into the room because of some important message, or maybe because he wasn't going to show up for his classes today.
It was while he was dressing that he reached into his trunk and felt something like leather. He pulled it out and continued to examine it, and realized it was some sort of book. He opened it to find pictures of himself smiling for the camera, waving for it. His subconscious asked when he remembered actually taking them. In one of them, he was standing next to Ron, his arm wrapped around the redhead's shoulder's. Both of them were happily grinning at the camera. The next set revealed Hermione sitting on Ron's lap, looking a bit embarrassed but smiling in a manner that gave it a secretive illusion.
Harry realized with a start that Hermione was looking quite, well, fat around the stomach, and he knew she was pregnant. 'With Ron's baby..." His mind told him. He frowned as he flipped back to the pictures of himself, and then with Ron, and realized that they also looked older..
A bit more curious now, he turned the page and nearly dropped the book. It was a picture of Ron and Hermione getting married (it seemed) but it was what was in the left side of the picture that made it so odd. While Hermione was leaning somewhat bashfully into Ron's embrace, Ron looking proud and somewhat awkward - Harry was also sharing a loving moment. With Malfoy. He squinted at it, hoping that it was just a girl who had short hair and looked like the annoying blonde. He hoped it was just that he didn't have his glasses on.
He leaned in closer to the photograph, until it was almost touching his nose. Until it was touching his nose, and he wished he hadn't. Now he was sure it was Malfoy instead of just knowing he was dating a lookalike.
Besides, he knew it from the beginning. Girls didn't wear suits. Girls didn't do their hair so like Malfoy, slicked back to absolute perfection until he wondered what in the world it looked like disheveled and messy. Harry suddenly wondered if it was a spell or gel. Did wizards use gel?
"You seem upset, Harry."
Harry jerked his head upwards toward the voice. It was Malfoy. Harry gave him a somewhat startled look. Malfoy smiled.
"M-Malfoy? What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? I always come here. Don't you remember?"
"You're a Slytherin! This is the Gryffindor dormitories! Get out!"
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Stop calling me that! Get out!"
Harry paused for a second before chucking the photobook at Malfoy. It hit him in the forehead, suddenly blood was there, and Malfoy gave him a pained look, and he -
"Mr. Potter!" Someone shouted. A classroom suddenly came into focus. It was Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall was giving him a strange look. So was everyone else in the classroom.
Harry blinked. "Yes?"
"Are you, well, are you paying attention?" Her eyes were searching his, and he looked down, not wanting his teacher to see anything there. He quickly nodded, and a worried look, she called the class to attention again.
Harry couldn't help but stare at Malfoy. He had a fresh cut on his forehead.
"What are you staring at, you sorry excuse for a hero?" Malfoy sneered at him. Harry looked away.
Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances.
Supper was a sordid affair, and fortunately for Harry nobody asked many questions. Unfortunately for Harry they did stare an awful lot.
Ron and Hermione seemed to be waiting for an explanation, and Harry felt quite honestly - rude for not telling them. Although, how could one tell one's friends that they would be married in the future, and oh, he would be making love scenes with his school time rival?
They were trying to helpful, you could give them that, after all, they didn't seem very disturbed by Harry's "dream", although they didn't know what it was, and whenever Harry made eye contact, they gave him small smiles encouraging him to open up about whatever it might be. In fact, everyone gave him small smiles in hopes of him opening his mouth. Even a girl in the fourth year whom he didn't clearly remember meeting (she had a familiar face) gave him a slight smile while he walked to class, and he had no choice but to smile back.
Later on, in the common room, Ron and Hermione took him aside to talk about it. Harry merely shrugged.
"You were obviously dreaming about something horrid, Harry, we saw you. You were very loud about it."
"Loud?"
"Yeah, sort of talking, but not. At least I couldn't hear you. Could you hear him, 'Mione?"
"A bit, and they weren't very good bits."
"Oh, umm, what exactly did I say?"
Hermione sighed. "Look, Harry, I just have to say that you're a teenage boy, and teenage boys sometimes have urges, but oh, Harry, use protection! Don't have dreams about it and then yell out that someone's pregnant! Especially in class."
Ron stared at her, "What did you just say? Harry you got someone pregnant?"
"No, no! Ron, you got Hermione pregnant. Well, I mean, that's how it was, or it's how it's going to be. In the future, I mean. But it's not sure, I'm not a seer, you know."
Ron and Hermione both gave him oddly frightened looks, and edged away from each other, both letting out a "Harry!" in a scandalized manner.
Harry realized what he had just said and did the only thing he could do. Laugh. "It was just a dream I had."
But neither one of them wanted to pursue the conversation any further. This, Harry had no problem with. In fact, it was the best thing to happen all day.
Chapter Two - The Lost Memory Book
He looked upon the blonde with almost instant fury at having made him worry - even though it was only in his dreams. Harry couldn't have found it more annoying that his subconscious was willing to risk his own life for a stupid idiot like Malfoy. It was beyond infuriating, and Harry hoped with all this might that it wasn't that he cared anything at all for Malfoy, but that the part of him which wanted to prove itself was just trying to just do that - prove itself.
Just now, in Potions when Snape had assigned Harry detention for what he called "defamation of character", Malfoy had sneered right along with the greasy old man. It was just too much to handle that just the other night, he had helped him. (Of course, it was a given that Malfoy didn't know about any of it, but it was still infuriating that he had it in himself to save the blockhead, when said blockhead couldn't even give him a proper un- sadistic smile.)
"Mr. Potter, do you think it's humorous that Neville is not capable of brewing a proper Activation Gel?" Snape had sneered at him. Neville gave him a most depressive look, and Harry just couldn't explain (in kind words) that he had laughed because Ron had said something quite "humorous" about Snape's overall being.
"No, sir."
"Tell me then, Mr. Potter, were you hit repeatedly on the head as a young child, and therefore you cannot possibly control your own laughter?"
"Erm, well, I had a cousin named Dudley, but he didn't really hit my head as he did quite... Anywhere else." Harry replied. After all, it was definitely the truth.
Professor Snape gave him a disgusted look. And just for added effect, Hermione gave him a repoachful look and gave a loud sigh.
Harry shrugged.
It was morning the next day when Harry couldn't find his glasses. He couldn't even remember placing them on his bedside dresser, since it was an automatic response after he climbed into bed.
A little bit confused, he got out of bed and looked into the circular room. He couldn't see anyone. "Ron?"
There was no answer. In fact, there was no one inside the dormitory at all.
Harry frowned. There was no way he was going anywhere without being able to see clearly. He sighed and sat on his bed again, pulling out a few articles of clothing from his trunk, might as well be presentable just in case someone burst into the room because of some important message, or maybe because he wasn't going to show up for his classes today.
It was while he was dressing that he reached into his trunk and felt something like leather. He pulled it out and continued to examine it, and realized it was some sort of book. He opened it to find pictures of himself smiling for the camera, waving for it. His subconscious asked when he remembered actually taking them. In one of them, he was standing next to Ron, his arm wrapped around the redhead's shoulder's. Both of them were happily grinning at the camera. The next set revealed Hermione sitting on Ron's lap, looking a bit embarrassed but smiling in a manner that gave it a secretive illusion.
Harry realized with a start that Hermione was looking quite, well, fat around the stomach, and he knew she was pregnant. 'With Ron's baby..." His mind told him. He frowned as he flipped back to the pictures of himself, and then with Ron, and realized that they also looked older..
A bit more curious now, he turned the page and nearly dropped the book. It was a picture of Ron and Hermione getting married (it seemed) but it was what was in the left side of the picture that made it so odd. While Hermione was leaning somewhat bashfully into Ron's embrace, Ron looking proud and somewhat awkward - Harry was also sharing a loving moment. With Malfoy. He squinted at it, hoping that it was just a girl who had short hair and looked like the annoying blonde. He hoped it was just that he didn't have his glasses on.
He leaned in closer to the photograph, until it was almost touching his nose. Until it was touching his nose, and he wished he hadn't. Now he was sure it was Malfoy instead of just knowing he was dating a lookalike.
Besides, he knew it from the beginning. Girls didn't wear suits. Girls didn't do their hair so like Malfoy, slicked back to absolute perfection until he wondered what in the world it looked like disheveled and messy. Harry suddenly wondered if it was a spell or gel. Did wizards use gel?
"You seem upset, Harry."
Harry jerked his head upwards toward the voice. It was Malfoy. Harry gave him a somewhat startled look. Malfoy smiled.
"M-Malfoy? What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? I always come here. Don't you remember?"
"You're a Slytherin! This is the Gryffindor dormitories! Get out!"
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Stop calling me that! Get out!"
Harry paused for a second before chucking the photobook at Malfoy. It hit him in the forehead, suddenly blood was there, and Malfoy gave him a pained look, and he -
"Mr. Potter!" Someone shouted. A classroom suddenly came into focus. It was Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall was giving him a strange look. So was everyone else in the classroom.
Harry blinked. "Yes?"
"Are you, well, are you paying attention?" Her eyes were searching his, and he looked down, not wanting his teacher to see anything there. He quickly nodded, and a worried look, she called the class to attention again.
Harry couldn't help but stare at Malfoy. He had a fresh cut on his forehead.
"What are you staring at, you sorry excuse for a hero?" Malfoy sneered at him. Harry looked away.
Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances.
Supper was a sordid affair, and fortunately for Harry nobody asked many questions. Unfortunately for Harry they did stare an awful lot.
Ron and Hermione seemed to be waiting for an explanation, and Harry felt quite honestly - rude for not telling them. Although, how could one tell one's friends that they would be married in the future, and oh, he would be making love scenes with his school time rival?
They were trying to helpful, you could give them that, after all, they didn't seem very disturbed by Harry's "dream", although they didn't know what it was, and whenever Harry made eye contact, they gave him small smiles encouraging him to open up about whatever it might be. In fact, everyone gave him small smiles in hopes of him opening his mouth. Even a girl in the fourth year whom he didn't clearly remember meeting (she had a familiar face) gave him a slight smile while he walked to class, and he had no choice but to smile back.
Later on, in the common room, Ron and Hermione took him aside to talk about it. Harry merely shrugged.
"You were obviously dreaming about something horrid, Harry, we saw you. You were very loud about it."
"Loud?"
"Yeah, sort of talking, but not. At least I couldn't hear you. Could you hear him, 'Mione?"
"A bit, and they weren't very good bits."
"Oh, umm, what exactly did I say?"
Hermione sighed. "Look, Harry, I just have to say that you're a teenage boy, and teenage boys sometimes have urges, but oh, Harry, use protection! Don't have dreams about it and then yell out that someone's pregnant! Especially in class."
Ron stared at her, "What did you just say? Harry you got someone pregnant?"
"No, no! Ron, you got Hermione pregnant. Well, I mean, that's how it was, or it's how it's going to be. In the future, I mean. But it's not sure, I'm not a seer, you know."
Ron and Hermione both gave him oddly frightened looks, and edged away from each other, both letting out a "Harry!" in a scandalized manner.
Harry realized what he had just said and did the only thing he could do. Laugh. "It was just a dream I had."
But neither one of them wanted to pursue the conversation any further. This, Harry had no problem with. In fact, it was the best thing to happen all day.