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Chapter 5. Parvati and Harry

The next few days passed as a blur, spending the days with Parvati and the nights dreaming of Draco. I was confused... Draco used to be my friend, but if I tried to talk to him he walked off in the other direction. I was happy with Parvati; she was so understanding and friendly, I felt relaxed around her. Hagrid hadn't returned so professor Grubbly-Plank took Care of Magical Creatures.

It was Wednesday and we were subjection to double potions. I sat with Parvati, surrounded by my fellow Gryffindors, but my eyes were drawn to him against my will. Unfortunately for me Snape had another plan to increase my misery.

"Today we will be working on a Growth Potion. I will put you into pairs. Blaise, go with Thomas, Pansy - Patil, Draco, you will be watching over our very own mr. Potter."

I blanched, this couldnt be happening. I made my way over to Draco's table and smiled bravely at him.

"Hi Draco."

He looked sidelong at me, I was completely shocked at the hatred present in his eyes.

"Look, Potter, don't try and be all pally with me. We've got to make this Growth Potion together and believe me, that's bad enough; don't try and be friendly along with all of that! Now shred that burdock."

I had expected a little hostility, but this all out hatred completely threw me. Wasn't it Draco who had offered to be friends a week or so ago? I was very upset. I passed Draco the shredded burdock. He snatched it from me with a grimace, I watched him strip the leaves of a wilting plant. I felt as if it were I he was stripping, stripping me of one of the only real friendships I had left. I watched, whilst feeling myself being torn from limb to limb. The rest of the lesson passed slowly, the clocks ticking away loudly, seemingly slowing down with every second. Draco would occasionally glance at me, his face blank of expression, his eyes glinting mysteriously. I kept smiling at him, to offer him some comfort, but each time I tried I was rewarded with a glare of malicious hatred.

I left Potions brimming with anger at Draco's refusal to cooperate. Seeking comfort I fled to Parvati.

She stroked my back as I glared miserably into the dying fire. I felt calm and reassured being with her most of the time, but today I was snappy and irritable.

"Parvati, if you ask me once more if I'm okay, I swear I'm going to..."

"Harry, what has gotten into you?" Parvati hissed. "I'm just trying to be here for you!" Standing up she stalked across the empty common room to the stairway up to her dorm.

"Parvati, come on, I'm sorry"

"Save it Harry, I'm not interested."

Parvati stalked up the stairs, slamming the door loudly behind her.

I sat, crumpled and alone. In the quiet common room, my head rested in his hands whilst my fingernails clawed through my dishevelled hair. I felt tears stinging my eyes.

I fell asleep, ad a single tear rolled down my cheek.

When I woke up, it took a few minutes for me to realise I was still in the Gryffindor common room, and not where I had been in my dream. My glasses lay in my lap, my clothes were creased. I moaned, the dream had thrown me completely. It was clearer than it had been last time, as if I were watching myself through a looking glass. Again, Malfoy had invaded my dreams, shattering them. But this time it had gone too far, unlike the last dream I was not awoken from this one by a handy window. This dream had been worse than the last... much worse. I cringed, my features burning at the mere memory of it.

I was standing, looking over the giant lake. A mist was forming near the surface, it was dark and the only light was being shed from the moon and stars, leaving a silver trail dancing over the black water. A face masked of emotion suddenly glared at me. I turned cold, this wasn't happening again, I had only time to gasp before I felt a crushing blow to my stomach. I fell, knocked to the ground by this untimely punch. Gasping for air I lay, unable to move. I had seen a face hovering over me, with a look of pure hatred emblazoned on it.

"Never shun a Malfoy, Potter. We don't do second best." the face spat.

I sat up, what did Malfoy mean?

He was still glaring down at me, his face was so close to mine I could see the flecks of silver in his cold, hard eyes.

Malfoy drew closer, I could feel his hot breath on my face. We were inches apart. He put out his hand and stroked my cheek with his finger, it left a burning trail down my face. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across my forehead. He stood up and started to slowly walk backwards. His eyes never left my face.

He turned and walked into the darkness, leaving me paralysed and breathless.

I got up and walked across to the fire, stoking it a bit. What had this dreamt meant? Hands crept across my shoulders. I took hold of them, smiling happily.

"Am I forgiven then?"

She planted a kiss on my cheek as an answer, coming round and sitting on my lap.

We started to kiss more deeply. This felt right.

I woke up the next morning, in my bed, to find myself staring into beautiful sleepy brown eyes.

"Do you regret doing that?"

She laughed her musical laugh.

"Not one bit."

Seeming the need to seek reassurance, she asked me in turn

"No...." I could feel my voice quaver slightly but Parvati ignorant, to my trembling tone visibly relaxed. She stretched luxuriously. Even through my closed curtains I could hear the slow sounds of Neville, Dean and Seamus waking. I whispered to Parvati, who after a cheeky smile, slipped silently from my bed. I listened to her footprints padding towards the door. The door closed quietly. I let out a suffocating sigh.

I couldn't describe the rush of emotions channeling through my body. I felt used; lying to Parvati had been hard enough, hiding my feelings from her however had been worse. It had felt unnatural.... wrong. My feelings towards Parvati had...subsided?

No they couldn't have, why would I have asked her out?

"Pity, guilt."

The return of my conscience awoke me from my sleepy musings.

No I refuse to believe that.

I loved Parvati.

I could feel people shooting suspicious glances in mine and Parvati's direction; refusing to meet my eyes they glowered down in to their cereal bowls.

I could feel the eyes of the Seamus, Lavender and Neville, watch as I turned and sat down next to Ginny. They were silent obviously expecting an explanation. In the background I heard Malfoy mutter, loud enough for the whole Slytherin table to hear,

"Couldn't be what you're thinking, not with Saint Potter."

They snickered appreciatively. I ignored him.

Parvati turned to me, she smiled

"Ignore them, they're pathetic" She glanced in the direction of the Malfoy table sending them a glowering look they laughed even louder.

I had suffered enough humiliation,

"You ready to go?" I asked, bored by the amount of attention I had managed to attract.

I turned to leave, not waiting to find out if Parvati followed.

First lesson was COMC with Professor Grubbly Plank. The lesson passed slowly we were studying the Beaked water imp. I sunk in to a gloomy mood of boredom sensing my lack of interest Parvati decided to cheer me up. To her this seemed to involve a lot of physical contact. I wasn't complaining. However, I could feel a heated glare scorch my back continuously through out the lesson. I turned, Parvati's slender arm, around my waist.

She whispered something in my ear, I didn't hear, instead I just nodded and agreed, unhearing. She beamed up at me a cheeky twinkle in her huge velvety eyes. I could feel her hand move to the small of my back. Becoming irritated I turned to meet the fiery glare.

Malfoy was looking furious; he had an odd flush on his cheekbones that I had never noticed before. His fists were clenched. And red-hot hatred burned from his silver eyes. Amused about Malfoys obvious state of mysterious discomfort, I raised an eyebrow, he held my gaze. There was surprisingly no trace of a smirk on his tight lipped mouth.

Green on Silver once more.

He broke my gaze, staring at Parvati in disgust. Instinctively my arm tightened around her waist protectively. Parvati however had other thoughts at the tightening of my grip she looked up in to my eyes a flirtatious grin settling on her lips.

That flirtatious smile suddenly made me draw her nearer as I bent down to brush her lips, with a gentle kiss. She sighed deeply and pulled me in; sharp, hungry, I responded, slowly, making her moan with frustration. I pulled away; she smiled saucily at me.

"I'll wait for tonight" she mouthed. Visibly.

I met Malfoy's firm gaze. His face had turned pale. His eyes shrouded from any emotion, the silver had turned to a dark grey. All I could feel was the heat of his hatred scorching from his body.

Author's Notes:

You may not like my story, but you don't need to be out and out rude about it okay? Ah well, I suppose a genius is always persecuted for her work. Never recognised in her own time. Philistine.

Thankyou for my nice reviews. I'm feeling a little bitter now so I made Parvati Harry go further. Hah.