Chapter 5: Christmas dinner ready already? Part 1
Harry, Ron and Hermione all reached the Gryffindor's common room half and hour before the Christmas dinner was ready to be served. Ron ran to the couch and plonked down on it, he couldn't believe that he just saw what he did. Hermione walked to the bookshelf over in the corner and pulled out a book about Centaurs, and started pouring over the facts that Ron stated outside. As for Harry he wondered in the room, absent minded, and sat in a separate chair near Ron. None of them spoke for some minutes, before Ron broke the silence between them. "So... Harry, that was your secret hey?" Ron said picking his words carefully. Harry nodded and gave a small smile. Ron made no effort in keeping the conversation going, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the fire that was lighting up the room.
Harry got up and walked to his Dorm, sitting on his bed he thought about Aurora, and smiled again. It seemed that ever since he met her, he couldn't stop smiling. He leant down to look under his bed, where he had his own little box of things that contain all the important stuff to him. In the box there was a picture of his parents and him as a baby, his first letter to him from Hogwarts congratulating him on being accepted into the school, the poisonous tooth of the Basilisk that he killed in his second year of school, and the matching sock to the one that he gave Dobby to be free. He dragged the box out and placed it on his lap, and opened it. He held the photo for a while then moved on. The next cherished item that he recently placed in the wooden box was golden dust in a blue silk satchel. It was from Aurora, taken from her golden hooves. Harry smelled the satchel, it definitely smelled of her, the only one that made him feel so light headed and brave at the same time. He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes imagining that she was there with him that very minute.
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Malfoy ran into the Slytherin common room and straight to his bed. He jumped on it and pulled his blanket over his head, shaking heavily. "Never... never..." He whispered shakily. "Never... again..."
Crabbe and Goyle entered his room and looked at each other sarcastically. "He's such a wimp!" Crabbe mouthed to Goyle who just laughed silently behind his hand. "I saw that!" yelled Malfoy peeking out behind the blanket.
"That... that beast just told me something very wrong! Yes very wrong!" Malfoy said rocking backwards and forwards in his bed. With a thud Pansy Parkinson ran in to his dorm and ordered the block-heads out, so she can speak with Malfoy alone, which they obeyed and closed the door behind them. Malfoy jumped as he heard the door swing open, and looked out behind the blankets carefully, not knowing if Aurora was coming to get him. "What are you doing here?" He asked strongly, it was more like a statement than a question.
"Oh, so your girlfriend can't come see you over the holidays?" she replied malicious.
"I didn't mean it like that..." Draco climbed out from under the blanket and pecked her on the lips. Her face softened from being as hard as stone, she smiled and kissed him back. "So... why are you here... you usually go away somewhere like Paris? Why here?" He asked fixing his bed. She shrugged and started to help him, tucking the blanket and sheets under the bed.
"Mum got sick, and Dad had to work, so there was no point for me to stay at home when I have my school things ready..." she sat on the chair besides the four poster bed and looked at Draco. "And I'm glad you did!" he sighed and kissed her again.
"So what's been happening since I was gone?" She asked.
"Oh nothing..." he lied. He wanted the night's events to be kept a secret.
"Oh yeah... and so this nothing... it just happened to appear all over your face?" her hand touched the bruised parts on his face. Which were along his lips and along the side of his cheek, all from Harry's anger.
"Oh that... nah that's from... from..." Draco's eyes darted around the room, finding a reasonable lie to tell his girlfriend. "... from Crabbe and Goyle... the meat heads, decided to tackle me and kick the shit out of me just for laughs!" he gave a pathetic laugh and waddled to the bathroom to wash the dry blood from his face. Pansy looked skeptical, but decided to leave the conversation alone... she knew that if she pushed a question too far it would lead to a fight between them, and she didn't want that.
"Do you want me to clean that for you? Or should I send you to the hospital wing?" She said mockingly. Draco popped his head around the door, "Shut up!" he simply said then returning back to cleaning himself.
"So have you seen any of my friends around, Dray?" Pansy asked sweetly, which was unusual in itself as she was not a very sweet person, only to Draco. "No why would I?" he huffed. He didn't think much of them, and he didn't want his girlfriend hanging around them, but she thought otherwise.
"Oh it was just a thought." She smiled sweetly at him, she knew that her friends pissed him off, but that's what it felt like for her when he spends all his time around Crabbe and Goyle! "Damn, that means I have to hang around him all day!" She thought. "Well, tata honey, I'm off the kitchens to see if dinner is ready... see you later?"
"Yeah," Draco said absently minded. Pansy walked over to him looking at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscles, and kissed him on the neck. "Oh, babe, you know I love that!" his knees almost buckling underneath him. She smiled evilly in return, and left the room.
Draco's frightened state was clamed by his girlfriend's presence that always calmed him but made him incredibly edgy when she talked to somebody else and not him. Although she cared deeply for him, and he for her, they tried not to let each one show it, so it became a game of 'I-love-you-but-don't-want-to-really-show-it-to-you-in-public' hence the fact that they were all lovey-dovey alone in his room. Draco shook his head, sighed and went on flexing his muscles.
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Harry smiled, as he usually did, and dragged his hands around to lean his head down on them, he was in a completely different world to where he was. Since he had met Aurora, his whole life changed for the better. He didn't care that Voldemort was on his trail and wanting to chop off his head, all he cared about was – you guessed it- Her. In the common room Ron looked over at Hermione pouring over a book, as she usually did in her free time, and he thought to himself that maybe Hermione wasn't the right way to go for a girlfriend. "She doesn't even know I'm alive..."
"Of course she does, you're one of her best friends!" the other side of his brain said to him.
"Who are you?"
"I'm your subconscious! Now stop thinking that she doesn't know you, 'cause she does... but maybe not the way you want her to 'notice' you."
"Bloody hell, you're right, I mean I'm right!" Ron shook his head and smiled. He knew from then on that Hermione wasn't going to like him the way he's been mooning over her, so the 'Get-Hermione-alone-plan' wasn't going to go ahead... he needed someone else to fall in love with, but who?
SNAP! Ron jumped out of his thought process and looked around vacantly looking for the sound he heard. "Hmmm," Hermione huffed after she shut the overly large book about magical creatures, and placed it back on the shelf. "It seems Ronald, that you were correct about the Centaurs. Congratulations!" She said sarcastically. He blushed and looked in the fire, "Well, I had my brain to help me on that!"
"Yes..." she cocked and eyebrow and walked off to find Harry. She opened the door to Harry's dorm and entered seeing as Harry didn't answer when she knocked. Harry was lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, smiling in the absent minded way that always plagued his face. "Harry, maybe you should tell Dumbledore? You know as well as I do that Centaurs are dangerous!" Harry shot up looking at her sitting down on the chair. "I don't want to be lectured right now Hermione!" He got up and paced around the room, with her looking back at him somewhat shocked.
"Well, if you don't want to talk about this like adults, then I will tell Dumbledore." She stood and started walking to the door. Harry caught her shoulder and sat her roughly back on the chair besides the bed. "Not a chance Hermione! You can't expose Aurora like that… you know what he would do?" She didn't reply, "He would tell Hagrid and order him to destroy her!" His heart started beating wildly"
Hermione shook her head and laughed, "Harry! Dumbledore wouldn't do that! And Hagrid would find a way to set her free, just like he did with Norbert!!"
"Hermione, I don't want to talk about this… could you just leave it?" Harry stormed out of his dorm, grabbed Ron sleeping and walked out to the Christmas dinner. Hermione however, saw that Harry had left a box out. She looked in it, just out of her curiosity she noticed that his inner most personal memories were in there… and so was Aurora's golden dust. She grabbed the satchel and ran after Harry and Ron to the Christmas dinner as well.
Harry, Ron and Hermione all reached the Gryffindor's common room half and hour before the Christmas dinner was ready to be served. Ron ran to the couch and plonked down on it, he couldn't believe that he just saw what he did. Hermione walked to the bookshelf over in the corner and pulled out a book about Centaurs, and started pouring over the facts that Ron stated outside. As for Harry he wondered in the room, absent minded, and sat in a separate chair near Ron. None of them spoke for some minutes, before Ron broke the silence between them. "So... Harry, that was your secret hey?" Ron said picking his words carefully. Harry nodded and gave a small smile. Ron made no effort in keeping the conversation going, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the fire that was lighting up the room.
Harry got up and walked to his Dorm, sitting on his bed he thought about Aurora, and smiled again. It seemed that ever since he met her, he couldn't stop smiling. He leant down to look under his bed, where he had his own little box of things that contain all the important stuff to him. In the box there was a picture of his parents and him as a baby, his first letter to him from Hogwarts congratulating him on being accepted into the school, the poisonous tooth of the Basilisk that he killed in his second year of school, and the matching sock to the one that he gave Dobby to be free. He dragged the box out and placed it on his lap, and opened it. He held the photo for a while then moved on. The next cherished item that he recently placed in the wooden box was golden dust in a blue silk satchel. It was from Aurora, taken from her golden hooves. Harry smelled the satchel, it definitely smelled of her, the only one that made him feel so light headed and brave at the same time. He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes imagining that she was there with him that very minute.
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Malfoy ran into the Slytherin common room and straight to his bed. He jumped on it and pulled his blanket over his head, shaking heavily. "Never... never..." He whispered shakily. "Never... again..."
Crabbe and Goyle entered his room and looked at each other sarcastically. "He's such a wimp!" Crabbe mouthed to Goyle who just laughed silently behind his hand. "I saw that!" yelled Malfoy peeking out behind the blanket.
"That... that beast just told me something very wrong! Yes very wrong!" Malfoy said rocking backwards and forwards in his bed. With a thud Pansy Parkinson ran in to his dorm and ordered the block-heads out, so she can speak with Malfoy alone, which they obeyed and closed the door behind them. Malfoy jumped as he heard the door swing open, and looked out behind the blankets carefully, not knowing if Aurora was coming to get him. "What are you doing here?" He asked strongly, it was more like a statement than a question.
"Oh, so your girlfriend can't come see you over the holidays?" she replied malicious.
"I didn't mean it like that..." Draco climbed out from under the blanket and pecked her on the lips. Her face softened from being as hard as stone, she smiled and kissed him back. "So... why are you here... you usually go away somewhere like Paris? Why here?" He asked fixing his bed. She shrugged and started to help him, tucking the blanket and sheets under the bed.
"Mum got sick, and Dad had to work, so there was no point for me to stay at home when I have my school things ready..." she sat on the chair besides the four poster bed and looked at Draco. "And I'm glad you did!" he sighed and kissed her again.
"So what's been happening since I was gone?" She asked.
"Oh nothing..." he lied. He wanted the night's events to be kept a secret.
"Oh yeah... and so this nothing... it just happened to appear all over your face?" her hand touched the bruised parts on his face. Which were along his lips and along the side of his cheek, all from Harry's anger.
"Oh that... nah that's from... from..." Draco's eyes darted around the room, finding a reasonable lie to tell his girlfriend. "... from Crabbe and Goyle... the meat heads, decided to tackle me and kick the shit out of me just for laughs!" he gave a pathetic laugh and waddled to the bathroom to wash the dry blood from his face. Pansy looked skeptical, but decided to leave the conversation alone... she knew that if she pushed a question too far it would lead to a fight between them, and she didn't want that.
"Do you want me to clean that for you? Or should I send you to the hospital wing?" She said mockingly. Draco popped his head around the door, "Shut up!" he simply said then returning back to cleaning himself.
"So have you seen any of my friends around, Dray?" Pansy asked sweetly, which was unusual in itself as she was not a very sweet person, only to Draco. "No why would I?" he huffed. He didn't think much of them, and he didn't want his girlfriend hanging around them, but she thought otherwise.
"Oh it was just a thought." She smiled sweetly at him, she knew that her friends pissed him off, but that's what it felt like for her when he spends all his time around Crabbe and Goyle! "Damn, that means I have to hang around him all day!" She thought. "Well, tata honey, I'm off the kitchens to see if dinner is ready... see you later?"
"Yeah," Draco said absently minded. Pansy walked over to him looking at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscles, and kissed him on the neck. "Oh, babe, you know I love that!" his knees almost buckling underneath him. She smiled evilly in return, and left the room.
Draco's frightened state was clamed by his girlfriend's presence that always calmed him but made him incredibly edgy when she talked to somebody else and not him. Although she cared deeply for him, and he for her, they tried not to let each one show it, so it became a game of 'I-love-you-but-don't-want-to-really-show-it-to-you-in-public' hence the fact that they were all lovey-dovey alone in his room. Draco shook his head, sighed and went on flexing his muscles.
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Harry smiled, as he usually did, and dragged his hands around to lean his head down on them, he was in a completely different world to where he was. Since he had met Aurora, his whole life changed for the better. He didn't care that Voldemort was on his trail and wanting to chop off his head, all he cared about was – you guessed it- Her. In the common room Ron looked over at Hermione pouring over a book, as she usually did in her free time, and he thought to himself that maybe Hermione wasn't the right way to go for a girlfriend. "She doesn't even know I'm alive..."
"Of course she does, you're one of her best friends!" the other side of his brain said to him.
"Who are you?"
"I'm your subconscious! Now stop thinking that she doesn't know you, 'cause she does... but maybe not the way you want her to 'notice' you."
"Bloody hell, you're right, I mean I'm right!" Ron shook his head and smiled. He knew from then on that Hermione wasn't going to like him the way he's been mooning over her, so the 'Get-Hermione-alone-plan' wasn't going to go ahead... he needed someone else to fall in love with, but who?
SNAP! Ron jumped out of his thought process and looked around vacantly looking for the sound he heard. "Hmmm," Hermione huffed after she shut the overly large book about magical creatures, and placed it back on the shelf. "It seems Ronald, that you were correct about the Centaurs. Congratulations!" She said sarcastically. He blushed and looked in the fire, "Well, I had my brain to help me on that!"
"Yes..." she cocked and eyebrow and walked off to find Harry. She opened the door to Harry's dorm and entered seeing as Harry didn't answer when she knocked. Harry was lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, smiling in the absent minded way that always plagued his face. "Harry, maybe you should tell Dumbledore? You know as well as I do that Centaurs are dangerous!" Harry shot up looking at her sitting down on the chair. "I don't want to be lectured right now Hermione!" He got up and paced around the room, with her looking back at him somewhat shocked.
"Well, if you don't want to talk about this like adults, then I will tell Dumbledore." She stood and started walking to the door. Harry caught her shoulder and sat her roughly back on the chair besides the bed. "Not a chance Hermione! You can't expose Aurora like that… you know what he would do?" She didn't reply, "He would tell Hagrid and order him to destroy her!" His heart started beating wildly"
Hermione shook her head and laughed, "Harry! Dumbledore wouldn't do that! And Hagrid would find a way to set her free, just like he did with Norbert!!"
"Hermione, I don't want to talk about this… could you just leave it?" Harry stormed out of his dorm, grabbed Ron sleeping and walked out to the Christmas dinner. Hermione however, saw that Harry had left a box out. She looked in it, just out of her curiosity she noticed that his inner most personal memories were in there… and so was Aurora's golden dust. She grabbed the satchel and ran after Harry and Ron to the Christmas dinner as well.