"Time for breakfast" came a grunting voice as a pillow collided with Draco
Malfoy's face.
"Ugh!" Draco's voice came muffled by the pillow. "You two are absolutely tactless!"
It had been a wonderful dream and those gorillas had to ruin it. Draco sat up letting the last warm rays of summer sun play across his face. He stretched gracefully letting the last moments of sleepiness slide of his body with the flexing of each muscle. Crabbe and Goyle were not in plain sight. Most likely already down at breakfast.
In the confines of the head boys personal bathroom Draco was washing his face in a small neatly polished sink. His bare feet padded softly against the marble floor as he moved awkwardly to get the towel without dripping water everywhere. Draco's face emerged from the fluffy towel pink but clean. Smirking he headed back to his room for clothes.
Getting dressed always took Draco an age. Thank goodness for school uniforms, eh? He thought cheekily to himself. After a quick glance in the mirror and smoothing his hair Draco bound down the steps of his dormitory and out into the dungeon hallways. Draco walked quickly not noticing where he was going till he ran into a completely solid object. Two simultaneous grunts sounded as two figures fell to the floor. Draco propped himself up to see none other than Harry Potter. Unbidden images flashed through Draco's mind.
"Sorry Malfoy" said the boy rubbing his head.
'Get up Draco' said a voice in the back of his mind.
"Malfoy you ok?"
'Do something' his brain screamed.
"You need to go to the hospital wing?"
Draco regained his composure and sneered menacingly.
"You need to watch where you're going, Potter!"
With that the blond boy leapt, cat-like to his feet and strolled through the Great Hall's large oak doors. Harry sat on the stone floor a moment more, rubbing the ribs that had taken the brunt of the collision. Harry the crawled to his feet, much less gracefully and walked off into the Great Hall. The dark haired Gryffindor trudged down the house tables finally taking a seat next to Ron.
"Hey Harry." said Ron through a mouthful of bacon.
"Morning Harry." Came Hermione's voice from across the table and behind a copy of today's Daily Prophet.
"Hey" he replied to both of them helping him self to copious amounts of porridge.
Ron studied Harry for a moment "Can't wait for Quidditch to start."
Harry smiled. What he has missed most of all being at the Dursley's was flying. This year he was Quidditch captain and he was dead set on them winning the cup.
"Yeah, I figure we'll start practicing early, maybe give us the upper hand."
Ron began a long rant on Quidditch tactics as Harry began to let his mind wander. He was glad to be back with all his friends again, but one thought plagued his mind. Harry knew he would not be done studying once he left Hogwarts, but Hogwarts was his home. Harry was not going to be glad in the least to leave it.
"Harry? You listening mate?" Ron's voice broke through Harry's thoughts.
"Hmm? Oh sorry Ron, guess I kind of got lost there."
"Are you alright Harry? You seem a little out of it today." Hermione's yes met Harry's and he knew what she was thinking. She was thinking Harry was lost in his thoughts about Sirius.
"Yes, I'm fine" Harry replied giving what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
"Well good. We have potions in about ten minutes, we better head down." Hermione snapped her book closed.
Harry and Ron groaned loudly as they stood simultaneously and let themselves be dragged out of the Great Hall.
Over at the Slytherine table Draco had been watching Harry closely. The previous nights dream had spooked him. He had no idea what had spurred these sudden feelings towards his enemy. It must be the lack of sex, Draco had not been aloud much pleasurable company over the summer and it was starting to show.
"Draco, darling. We need to be going to potions." Simpered Pansy.
Draco was not fond of the girl. Really she whined, gossiped, and sucked up. That basically summed the girl up, she was quite useless. Another vision of the tantalizing dream appeared before Draco's eyes and he felt his trousers tighten. The blond looked over his shoulder and smiled hungrily at Pansy as she smiled bemusedly back at him. Maybe she wasn't completely useless after all.
10 minutes into the class Harry was tossing ingredients unceremoniously into his cauldron prodding them to the bottom while the mauve liquid gave a small hiss and bubbled. At that moment Draco Malfoy came striding through the dungeons door and strode quickly to the professors desk, Pansy not far behind.
Snape nodded coolly and said, "Malfoy you will partner Potter over there, maybe you can make something of that mess he calls a potion. Ms. Parkinson with Ms. Bullstrode."
Harry groaned as Malfoy smirked and dropped his book bag next to his seat. The blonde boy cocked his head and gazed into the potion.
"Dear god Potter, you are hopeless." He drawled in the most annoying manner.
"Well if you're such a pro do it yourself." Snapped Harry pushing the ingredients roughly towards Malfoy.
If Malfoy could indeed improve his grade, why waste the time of doing it himself?
'Why let this idiot ruin my potion?' Draco asked himself and settled into cutting daisy roots with precision.
Harry glanced at Malfoy through the corner of his eye, surprised Malfoy had not forced Harry into doing the work. Malfoy seemed so engrossed in the potion as his skillful fingers worked the knife expertly. A few strands of hair that escaped his gel settled in front of his eyes. Harry nearly laughed at his obvious concentration letting the corners of his lips curl up ever so slightly. Minutes passed and soon the class was drawing to an end.
"Potter hand me that vial there." Said Draco in an almost civil manner.
Harry hastened to hand the vial to Malfoy and as their hands touched both boys froze. Draco felt heat shoot up through his arm in an almost an electric manner as a dull flush crept into his cheeks. Harry stared dumfounded at Malfoy's hand on his.
This time however Harry regained his composure first, dropping the vial into Malfoy's hand and pulling his own away quickly. Draco mouthed wordlessly before snapping back to reality and turning his head sharply to the potion. Draco scooped some of the potion into the vial and labeled it carefully. Harry noticed Draco doing his best not to look at Harry as he rose and walked to Professor Snape to turn in their completed potion.
Harry leaned over and began stuffing books into his bag. He felt Malfoy return and begin doing the same but neither boy spoke. The bell rang and both boys stood as their friends came behind them. Harry and Draco meant to leave at the same time but ended up hitting shoulders rather hard.
"How many times do I have to tell you to watch it Potter?" Harry looked over at Malfoy and met his ice cold gaze.
Draco sneered and beckoned to his cronies to follow him as he disappeared out of the dungeon door. Ron made to go after Malfoy but Hermione held him in place.
"Git." Harry murmured before leaving the dungeon with Ron and Hermione for lunch.
"Ugh!" Draco's voice came muffled by the pillow. "You two are absolutely tactless!"
It had been a wonderful dream and those gorillas had to ruin it. Draco sat up letting the last warm rays of summer sun play across his face. He stretched gracefully letting the last moments of sleepiness slide of his body with the flexing of each muscle. Crabbe and Goyle were not in plain sight. Most likely already down at breakfast.
In the confines of the head boys personal bathroom Draco was washing his face in a small neatly polished sink. His bare feet padded softly against the marble floor as he moved awkwardly to get the towel without dripping water everywhere. Draco's face emerged from the fluffy towel pink but clean. Smirking he headed back to his room for clothes.
Getting dressed always took Draco an age. Thank goodness for school uniforms, eh? He thought cheekily to himself. After a quick glance in the mirror and smoothing his hair Draco bound down the steps of his dormitory and out into the dungeon hallways. Draco walked quickly not noticing where he was going till he ran into a completely solid object. Two simultaneous grunts sounded as two figures fell to the floor. Draco propped himself up to see none other than Harry Potter. Unbidden images flashed through Draco's mind.
"Sorry Malfoy" said the boy rubbing his head.
'Get up Draco' said a voice in the back of his mind.
"Malfoy you ok?"
'Do something' his brain screamed.
"You need to go to the hospital wing?"
Draco regained his composure and sneered menacingly.
"You need to watch where you're going, Potter!"
With that the blond boy leapt, cat-like to his feet and strolled through the Great Hall's large oak doors. Harry sat on the stone floor a moment more, rubbing the ribs that had taken the brunt of the collision. Harry the crawled to his feet, much less gracefully and walked off into the Great Hall. The dark haired Gryffindor trudged down the house tables finally taking a seat next to Ron.
"Hey Harry." said Ron through a mouthful of bacon.
"Morning Harry." Came Hermione's voice from across the table and behind a copy of today's Daily Prophet.
"Hey" he replied to both of them helping him self to copious amounts of porridge.
Ron studied Harry for a moment "Can't wait for Quidditch to start."
Harry smiled. What he has missed most of all being at the Dursley's was flying. This year he was Quidditch captain and he was dead set on them winning the cup.
"Yeah, I figure we'll start practicing early, maybe give us the upper hand."
Ron began a long rant on Quidditch tactics as Harry began to let his mind wander. He was glad to be back with all his friends again, but one thought plagued his mind. Harry knew he would not be done studying once he left Hogwarts, but Hogwarts was his home. Harry was not going to be glad in the least to leave it.
"Harry? You listening mate?" Ron's voice broke through Harry's thoughts.
"Hmm? Oh sorry Ron, guess I kind of got lost there."
"Are you alright Harry? You seem a little out of it today." Hermione's yes met Harry's and he knew what she was thinking. She was thinking Harry was lost in his thoughts about Sirius.
"Yes, I'm fine" Harry replied giving what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
"Well good. We have potions in about ten minutes, we better head down." Hermione snapped her book closed.
Harry and Ron groaned loudly as they stood simultaneously and let themselves be dragged out of the Great Hall.
Over at the Slytherine table Draco had been watching Harry closely. The previous nights dream had spooked him. He had no idea what had spurred these sudden feelings towards his enemy. It must be the lack of sex, Draco had not been aloud much pleasurable company over the summer and it was starting to show.
"Draco, darling. We need to be going to potions." Simpered Pansy.
Draco was not fond of the girl. Really she whined, gossiped, and sucked up. That basically summed the girl up, she was quite useless. Another vision of the tantalizing dream appeared before Draco's eyes and he felt his trousers tighten. The blond looked over his shoulder and smiled hungrily at Pansy as she smiled bemusedly back at him. Maybe she wasn't completely useless after all.
10 minutes into the class Harry was tossing ingredients unceremoniously into his cauldron prodding them to the bottom while the mauve liquid gave a small hiss and bubbled. At that moment Draco Malfoy came striding through the dungeons door and strode quickly to the professors desk, Pansy not far behind.
Snape nodded coolly and said, "Malfoy you will partner Potter over there, maybe you can make something of that mess he calls a potion. Ms. Parkinson with Ms. Bullstrode."
Harry groaned as Malfoy smirked and dropped his book bag next to his seat. The blonde boy cocked his head and gazed into the potion.
"Dear god Potter, you are hopeless." He drawled in the most annoying manner.
"Well if you're such a pro do it yourself." Snapped Harry pushing the ingredients roughly towards Malfoy.
If Malfoy could indeed improve his grade, why waste the time of doing it himself?
'Why let this idiot ruin my potion?' Draco asked himself and settled into cutting daisy roots with precision.
Harry glanced at Malfoy through the corner of his eye, surprised Malfoy had not forced Harry into doing the work. Malfoy seemed so engrossed in the potion as his skillful fingers worked the knife expertly. A few strands of hair that escaped his gel settled in front of his eyes. Harry nearly laughed at his obvious concentration letting the corners of his lips curl up ever so slightly. Minutes passed and soon the class was drawing to an end.
"Potter hand me that vial there." Said Draco in an almost civil manner.
Harry hastened to hand the vial to Malfoy and as their hands touched both boys froze. Draco felt heat shoot up through his arm in an almost an electric manner as a dull flush crept into his cheeks. Harry stared dumfounded at Malfoy's hand on his.
This time however Harry regained his composure first, dropping the vial into Malfoy's hand and pulling his own away quickly. Draco mouthed wordlessly before snapping back to reality and turning his head sharply to the potion. Draco scooped some of the potion into the vial and labeled it carefully. Harry noticed Draco doing his best not to look at Harry as he rose and walked to Professor Snape to turn in their completed potion.
Harry leaned over and began stuffing books into his bag. He felt Malfoy return and begin doing the same but neither boy spoke. The bell rang and both boys stood as their friends came behind them. Harry and Draco meant to leave at the same time but ended up hitting shoulders rather hard.
"How many times do I have to tell you to watch it Potter?" Harry looked over at Malfoy and met his ice cold gaze.
Draco sneered and beckoned to his cronies to follow him as he disappeared out of the dungeon door. Ron made to go after Malfoy but Hermione held him in place.
"Git." Harry murmured before leaving the dungeon with Ron and Hermione for lunch.