Disclaimer: As always in Ch2
If I get too confusing you guys have to let me know. I am writing this totally out of sequence whenever something pops into my little head. Only one more chapter until you find out about my little pet a.k.a. mystery character. And much thanks to all who have reviewed so far. Each time my e-mail popped up with another review I couldn't stop smiling for the longest time!
Chapter...what are we at now? 5?
Harry woke up with a massive headache. 'What the hell had I been doing last night?' He opened up his emerald eyes expecting his world to be blurry. 'I must have left my glasses on.' Harry looked to his bedside clock and saw his glasses on the table.
"Crabbe! Those are my nighttime sweets and if you don't come out from under my bed right now I am going to cast an unforgivable on you!" Draco was in a bad mood again. This coming as no surprise considering he just woke up from having a rather pleasant dream involving a brunette with soft lips and a surprisingly skillful mouth, to find that his stash of muggle candy that he had a hard time smuggling into his room were being devoured by Crabbe.
"Harry! You forgot your glasses!" Ron's muffled yell came through the bathroom door. "Remember last time you did that you ended up bruising yourself worse than that mountain troll did!"
"It's ok Ron. I can see." Ron looked at the door in disbelief.
"How?"
"I woke up with a headache and my vision was fine."
"Wicked!" Harry and Ron grinned at each other.
"What is wicked?" Hermoine asked while climbing up the last stairs.
"Harry got his sight fixed in the night!"
"Harry let me see." Harry took his eyes off his reflection.
"All right, 'Moine."
Harry opened the bathroom door and stood there as if he was going to be getting a lecture from Snape. Hermoine smiled. He was going to light up a couple hearts today, she just knew it.
She wanted to get out of her prison. The only entertainment she had was watching the world they were going to throw her into. She smirked then winced as the movement caused one of the scars on her face to pull. Well, that and messing with a couple of the more sensitive minds. She only wished she could see them.
Draco strode swiftly into the Great Hall, sat down, and gave death glares to anyone who dared to look at him. His eyes roamed over the Hall and landed as always on Potter.
'Something is different with him.' Then Harry turned and looked straight into Draco's eyes and winked. 'He doesn't have his glasses on.' For some reason Draco was reminded about his latest dream as he admired the way light caught on Harry's green eyes without being blocked by his hideous glasses.
'Hmmm, Harry has the same hair color as the girl in my dream.' Draco flushed as he remembered the imagined feel of the mouth on his body adding green eyes into the picture. 'I did not just do that!'
'Yes you did.' Draco stiffened.
'Who are you?' No answer