"Mr. Potter . . . Mr. Potter, are you paying attention?" Professor McGonagall stalked over to where the raven haired boy was resting his head on the desktop, his body softly rising and falling as a smile played across face. He was dreaming.
"Please don't wake him Professor, Quidditch practice ran late last night and he didn't get to sleep until right before dawn with the essay that Snape assigned," his best friend pleaded, hoping against all hope that his head of house wouldn't take off any house points."
"Be that as it may, it is still against the rules for a student to fall asleep in class. Plus, we wouldn't want to show any favoritism, would we?" called a cold, sneering voice from across the classroom.
"Mr. Malfoy, please, this is not you're problem. Return to your assignment at once," McGonagall snapped. "Now, Sirius, wake him up, and le him know that five points have been taken from Gryffindor. Also, remind him of the assignment that is due at the end of the period."
"James, hey James," Sirus said, prodding his friend in the ribs, "Wake up! McGonagall caught you sleeping."
"Ah, shit," mumbled the exhausted boy. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
"She has eagle eyes. That, and you snore."
"I do not snore."
"Yes, you do."
"No I don't. What did she say?" James ran his hands through his hair, his hazel eyes cloudy with sleep.
"Five points from Gryffindor, and you still have to finish the assignment."
"There are days that I consider dropping Quidditch," he grumbled, grabbing a quill and setting to work. "Now, what are we supposed to do?"
"Hey Harry."
"What, Ron?"
"You better start paying attention. McGonagall keeps looking your way."
"Shit." Harry turned his head from the window back to the front of the room in time to see his head of house begin to stalk towards him.
"Mr. Potter."
"Yes, Professor?"
"Care to explain the procedure of Transfiguring a crow into an hour glass?"
Harry glanced over at Hermione, who was looking at him like the answer was obvious, then to Ron, who looked as clueless as he felt. Then he saw Malfoy smirking, and a warm tinge began to creep across his face.
"I don't know, Professor," he said, looking down.
"Then I suggest you pay more attention. Five points from Gryffindor."
"Nice one, Potter." Harry turned to see Malfoy sneering at him, but just sighed and turned around, picking up the quill and taking sparse notes. He had more important things to deal with than the Slytherin's juvenile taunting.
Dang. That was really short. Okay, so the opening scenes are a little sparse, like Harry's notes, but the rest will be longer, and juicier, I promise. Just needed to get the little opening scene out of the way.
Next scene: A visit to Hogsmeade gets a bit tense when the boys knock into their rivals at the Three Broomsticks. Little spoiler:
"Harry, no," Hermione said, reaching for his arm. But Harry was already out of his seat and halfway across the room to where Malfoy stood, arms crossed over his chest, just begging for a fight.
"Say that again, Malfoy?" Harry spat.
"I said, the only thing Sirius Black was ever good for was an amazingly easy way to create human bait." The noise level had fallen as all the students turned to watch the confrontation.
"You little bastard," Harry whispered, fury edging his tone, before he threw himself at the blonde, fists flying.
KK, so please review.
Oh yea, they're not mine. Why it's called fan fiction . . . .