Disclaimer: Don't own anything from Harry's amazing world, but I do own "Weasleys' Waltz-wear".
Diary of a Boy
By: rubber-ducky-lauren
Chapter 2: Faking, Breaking and Weasleys' Waltz-wear
Thursday, September 4th: 9:00 AM
Well I was right about Ron and Hermione being suspicious about me last night... if only I knew that my watch was broken, it would have been a lot more convincing had I not pretended to go to bed at 7:30. I did however get a very good rest, and my brain was working quite well for this early in the morning, which is a good thing when you are trying to make up lies.
"Whaf omearth were youfoin sweeping soearly lashtnigh?!" Ron yells at me with his mouth full of breakfast, so I can't understand a word.
"Oh Ron, that's disgusting! Will you please swallow before talking?!" Hermione scolds him. They argue a lot, almost as if they are already the old married couple that they will turn out to be maybe 10 years down the road.
"I said..." Ron starts as he swallows his mouthful of food, "What on earth were you doing sleeping so early last night?"
"Yeah I did find that a bit odd Harry, is there something you're trying to keep from us?"
"No I was just really tired from that detention," I lie.
"But you must've had homework to do!"
"I'll do it during lunch."
"I'll let you copy mine if you tell me what's going on!"
"No Ron, that's WRONG!"
"Well I want to know!"
"But still, cheating is WRONG!"
And while they were arguing they didn't hear the bell indicating the end of breakfast, or even notice me slip out.
9:30 AM
Wow, double potions first thing in the morning... how did I get to be so lucky? Malfoy is sitting behind me again, I wonder if he's going to try to continue our discussion from last night's detention. I hope he doesn't, Ron and Hermione will get suspicious. And I still haven't come up with an answer for him yet. Why should I trust him after all these years? Why would I want to work with him?! But then again that look in his eyes... snap out of it Harry! This is Malfoy we're talking about! But still, that look...
"Quiet down everyone, quiet down." Snape says as he comes into the class, which immediately turns dead silent, almost eerie. He has this incredible ability to silence a room. He continued by telling us to turn to page 79 of our books (already?!) to copy down notes about frog-spawn. Then we were to follow the instructions on the board and concoct some sort of potion (I missed exactly what it was supposed to do). Just as I start writing down notes from the book I get poked in the back, and have a note slipped into my hand. I knew who it was from, so I tried my best to conceal it. Luckily, neither Hermione nor Ron saw it. I didn't want to take my chances with them again, so I hid the note, and figured I'd read it during lunch while doing the homework that I had chose not to do last night.
"Hermione, can't I just copy off your notes?" I can hear Ron plead from two seats down.
"Make your own notes!" Hermione whispers back.
"You know mine will never be as good as yours and you're going to end up helping me study for exams anyways," he tries to reason, which is dumb because he should've just done what I'm doing, peeking over at her parchment and copying her notes without telling her! Oh Ron, poor, brainless Ron...
"Well that's not my fault, I'm done anyways." She tells him, putting her notes away.
"Me too," I say. "Want to start on our potion now?"
"But what about me?" Ron asks looking hurt and confused.
"You'll just have to come join us when you're finished your notes," Hermione says as we walk towards the cabinet to get our ingredients.
We were almost through making the potion (which was very difficult, lucky for me I was working with Hermione!) when Ron comes to join us (lucky bloke, barely has to do a thing!) looking like he had just done a day's work, I don't think I'll remind him that it is only second period.
"I can't believe how much he made us do, and on only the third day back!" He complains as he sits down beside us, eyes barely open. "My hand! My arm! I've never had such a bad writing cramp," and with that he stretches his writing arm, which happened to be close to the flask, and unfortunately knocking it over sending it crashing to the floor.
"Ron!" Hermione yells, almost in tears. "Our potion... my potion! I can't believe how careless you are sometimes..." And they start arguing once again, right through Snape informing us of our brand new "F", and the bell ringing.
12:30 PM
I would've been more excited for lunch, had I not had a mountain of homework to start on. At least I had no homework from care of magical creatures class, or charms, which was actually unusual (yet lucky) although it was only the third day of classes, after all.
But just as I was pulling out my books to start on my homework, my note from this morning fell out, I had almost forgotten about that! I looked around to make sure neither Ron or Hermione were coming, and then I unfolded it and read:
Harry,
- Malfoy
Here it was again, the question I had been trying to avoid. I'll think about it through my afternoon classes.
4:00 PM
Finally, the day is over. Transfiguration was dreadfully boring; we didn't even get to do any magic! The class I was really looking forward to was defense against the dark arts, as we would be having our new mystery teacher, who I was eager to meet. As I headed back to the common room my head swims with all of the possible answers I had thought of giving Malfoy. I was leaning towards accepting his offer to team up with him against Voldemort (to my own surprise) because he surely would not be able to alone, and would only get hurt in the process (but would that necessarily be a bad thing?) or at least be pain in the process. Yes, it really seemed like my only choice.
"Salamander stew," I say to the fat lady in the portrait so I can get through to Gryffindor's tower. The portrait swings open and I climb in, thinking about what I was going to write in my note back to Malfoy tomorrow, when I finally get up to the common room to find Fred and George Weasley waltzing together in the middle of a crowd.
"What the devil are they doing?" I ask Ron.
"It's their newest product, "Weasleys' Waltz-wear!"" He tells me.
"Just put the tie on your friend to make him or her look incredibly foolish by starting to do the waltz with whoever is closest!" Says Fred, no George, it's too damn hard to tell them apart!
"Going for only five galleons!" says the other, as the crowd rushes towards their box to purchase some.
Another school year, another year of "Weasleys' Wizard Weezes". Oh those twins, never boring! How I've missed them over the summer, it's so good to be back!
Author's Note: I know I haven't written in a while, but that's because nobody was reading! THIS ONE'S FOR YOU ANNA! MY ONLY READER AND MY BIGGEST FAN! THANX HUN!!! But at least it's a little newer and fresher now; maybe more people will start reading it. If you've read this far then you might as well review though! You know the drill, I need to know if it's worth my time continueing!