CHAPTER TWO: The Pudding Disaster

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*Jackblitz* I think I spelled that right? Thanks for not saying I had any mistakes! I feel so . . . mistake free! *wipes sweat* Although, for awhile I was worried everyone might think it was . . . *ahem* too stupid to read, or it was crap or something. Thanks for your review!

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Also, I know this story is kind of freaky and weird and . . . childish, but after chapter four, the guys/girls (don't want Hermione to get offended . . .) grow up, slightly. Still humoury and all, but slightly older. Besides they have to. Harry and Draco - *covers mouth* Ahem . . . Can't say anything . . . hope you like the chappy!


DRACO'S POV

I've noticed that even when I'm not around those Muggle Pudding Packs, I'm thinking about them. After yelling at a Hufflepuff for messing up my hair, a Ravenclaw for scoffing up my shoe, a Gryffindor for running into me, and a Slytherin just because I wanted to, my throat was sore. Nobody felt sorry for me or anything, therefore I had to feel sorry for myself. What good was my beautiful voice if I couldn't use it?

Harry seems to be staring at me lately. I've noticed how he looks at me. He wants me. Who wouldn't? I'll bet he even dreams about me. Which is fine with me, I only hope I look as good in the dreams as I do in real life. Ha! Me, ugly? . . . That's got to be the funniest thing I've ever heard.

He doesn't want to be alone with me. From time to time I've casually asked him if he'd like to go somewhere and talk, and he always runs away like I'm going to hex him. Well, he's obviously in denial.

It's alright, I'll change his mind.

My father sent me some more Muggle Pudding Packs in the mail today. I got them during breakfast and nearly jumped for joy. Instead, I changed my near grin to a smirk, so everyone knew nothing was wrong or nobody thought the world was about to blow up.

I was going to eat one during breakfast, one after Quidditch practice, one after Potions, and then save the rest for the next day. But I didn't get to. Our new coach, Vandello Greek-Bat, decided he wanted an early practice so we could kick the tails out of Hufflepuff, though I hardly need the practice. "Well, Vandello, would it be okay if I ate breakfast first?" I couldn't stop thinking about that pudding . . . "I fly better after a full stomach."

He looked down at my empty plate, that he knew I had eaten everything off of. "Honestly, Draco, if you eat anymore you'll explode in mid-air. And we don't want to have to clean up that, now do we?"

He laughed evilly and walked off, saying over his shoulder, "If your not out right now consider yourself off the team!"

I almost considered quitting. That's how good that vanilla/chocolate pudding is, but I came back to reality and followed, reluctantly. Cursing him. Who does he think he is? My boss or something? Well he is seriously mistaken! He's what? A seventh year? He's old. He'll die soon. DIE!

Actually, if anyone should die, it should be Potter's friend Hermione, who watched me practice. The brown colour of her hair kept my mind on the pudding . . . the delicious pudding . . . What was she doing there?

HERMIONE'S POV

Draco is a really good flyer, I've noticed he's gotten better in the last couple of years. He's got the body to go with the moves and I'd love to see the whole thing . . . in the shower or something . . .

I've always wanted to get a good look at him, and I figured if I showed up at Quidditch practice and sat down to watch, but pretended to be reading maybe he wouldn't notice I was watching him. After all, I'm smart. I won't get caught?

He was watching me instead of where he was going, and got hit in the stomach with a bludger and knocked off his broom. My heart and breathing stopped when he fell. "Someone catch him!" I screamed, feeling my body shake. Was anyone paying attention? Was he hurt?

I hurried down the bleacher steps hoping to see if he was okay. Nobody cared that he fell. They were still playing. How can you play with a player down? Especially the one who determines whether you win or loose the game! "Draco! Are you okay?" I grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet, and wiped the grass off his back. It was my turn to touch him! I almost blushed, but held it back.

He yanked away from me and picked up his broom, "Are you okay should be the question. I fell not even two feet, Granger! Open your eyes!" then he got back on his broom and flew away.

I giggled to no one in particular. Ha! Draco wasn't hurt after all. And, besides humiliating myself to the point where I could probably never face him again, I got to touch his arm and wipe off his back!

"He's so cute . . ."

I'll never wash my hands again.

DRACO'S POV

We did a Favourite Food Potion in Potions and all I could think of was those Muggle Pudding Packs as I stirred mine. It turned a lumpy red colour, while everyone else's was a dark brown. Suppose I did it wrong and ate it, then I'd be poisoned, and sent to Madame Pomfrey and never able to eat my pudding packs until I got out the Hospital Wing. So, after that I paid close attention to what Professor Snape was saying.

"Psst! Draco!" Goyle called from behind me. I turned around and glared, so he considered it a 'what', "What did Professor Snape say to do right after we add the toad mucus?"

"I don't know!" I snapped. "I wasn't listening! God! Ask someone else - I'm busy!"

Some people. Can't even tell when your trying to think about pudding. Honestly.

"Okay class," Snape said in his deep menacing voice, "I would like for you to pick up the pixie dust and sprinkle some into the potion. When your potion turns purple say the name of your favourite food and tap the edge with your wand. Then, you may eat it." he looked directly at Harry, "That is, if you think it's safe."

Harry went red and glared into his potion, as if trying to make if tip over on Snape. Poor him. He's too cute to have to get yelled at so much. But, he shouldn't let Snape get to him. Snape's a loser.

I picked up the pixie dust. I was drooling all over my outfit, and it wasn't going to stop until I had some of my pudding.

The potion turned into a more black-blue than a purple, but when I said, "A vanilla and chocolate Muggle Pudding Pack," and it floated to the top of the potion I didn't care.

When I opened it up it looked fine, like the regular pudding does, and it didn't take me long to eat the whole thing. It never does.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Snape said urgently, rushing to my side after the pudding was halfway down my throat, "You didn't tap your wand on the edge - don't swallow-"

Too late. By telling me not to swallow, I was tempted to swallow. And then I swallowed. And now it was gone. "Why? What's going to happen?"

He shook his head. "You may get your magic back before the year is up. You might not. You see what happens, class, when you don't pay attention?"

Reality hit me like a bludger, "You mean my powers are gone?! And I won't get them back for . . . That'll take months Professor! There's got to be something you can do-"

"I'm afraid there's nothing, Mr. Malfoy. You'll just have to walk around without them. We'll talk to Dumbledor about this . . . But don't get your hopes up too high."

I've never been more embarrassed. Some people find it funny to make fun of the guy whose lost his magic. Others, like great, sweet, sympathetic, understanding, cute, and loveable Harry. He came up to me after class and said, "Malfoy, I hate to say it, but I'm sorry about your magic . . . And I hope you get it back soon." then he, Granger, and Weasel walked away.

Hey. I got him to talk to me.

Now. To get him to love me.

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