CHAPTER FIVE: Confused?

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CHAPTER FIVE: Confused?

DRACO

I took Harry's shoes and held them protectively to my chest, noticing people's odd stares in my direction and saw people prod others and glance at me suspiciously. I glanced nervously over my shoulder, hoping to see that they were staring at anyone but me, but, unfortunately, it was me they were joking about.

I tried to shrug it off, as if it didn't bother me, but truth was, it was causing me a big sweat, and I don't look pretty when I sweat . . . Not that I look pretty because I look manly. I mean, I'm a sixteen year old man, now. If I was seven, maybe I'd look pretty. but not now. Of course not now. Especially since now I'm packed on a few pounds.

*Gasp* NOT that I'm fat or anything. I mean, I've still got the hot body, and everything. Especially in the shower. I look *hot* in the shower . . . or so I'm told anyway . . .

What was I saying before I got onto my hot looks anyhow?

Oh right, a hamburger. My mouth watered as I thought about that, but sharp laughter brought me back to reality, making my head hurt. "Well, it looks as if Draco's got a lot on his mind, doesn't it?" I heard someone snap at me.

I turned around, and found myself face-to-face with Seamus, and I sneered. I didn't have to be nice to *him*, just the Mudblood Hermione and the Weasel. I was sure Harry wouldn't mind if I did something terrible to Seamus. In fact, he'd probably cheer me on. Seamus had become a snotty little prat since the fifth year, and I had been dying to take him on since then.

"Draco Malfoy!" I heard someone call. Actually, it sounded more like, "Drwcko Mdldahl!" but I recognized Harry's voice *anywhere* even if he hadn't even opened his mouth to speak to me.

"Harry!" I exclaimed, turning around, my lips curving into a smile. People froze. Harry stopped in his tracks and others gasped and covered their faces. One person even had the nerve to say, in a pleading voice, "My eyes! Think of my eyes!"

I glared at him, and everyone let out sighs of relief and Harry overcame his shock and continued hurrying toward me. "What do you want?" I asked him, pulling out my wand, about to jinx him, although I knew I couldn't possibly mess him up. He's so cute.

"I want my shoes!" He exclaimed still not opening his mouth, me finding it hard to understand what he was saying and, pausing a moment before giving me a glare and hurrying at me.

"You're going to lose?" I asked, puzzled, taking a step back.

He took a step forward and went bright red. "Mmh!" he exclaimed. Seamus stared a moment, and then laughed.

"Here, Harry," and he muttered something, and Harry could talk again.

"Thanks, Seamus," Harry said, obviously grateful. Seamus just gave him a big grin.

"He stole your shoes. I'll let *you* take care of him this time."

Harry nodded and took another step toward me. I then realized why he was acting so brave. That smart little pumpkin had remembered about me losing my magic earlier! How thoughtful of him! "Wait!" I exclaimed, and Harry stopped, obviously under some weird command thing.

"Why should I?" he asked. People's heads turned from his to mine, waiting for what I would say.

"You cannot have your shoes back!" I said, my mind racing. The heads turned back to a confused Harry.

"Why not? What is so important about my shoes??" I thought for a moment, everyone looking at me, but then Harry continued to speak, and they turned back to him. "You know what, Malfoy? Why don't I just hex you right now and then I don't have to *worry* about my shoes-"

"Don't!" I gave him the most pathetic look I could muster, and braced myself for the biggest performance that I would ever *ever* have to perform. "I need theses shoes because . . . because . . ." I faked a sob, "We are *poor*! Terribly poor! I don't have enough money to buy anymore shoes - so I stole yours! You cannot take these from me, Po - Harry - because I need these shoes! What if I have none and it begins to snow and the snow freezes my toes and they fall off and I lose them but years later some poor toeless person comes and steals them to glue them onto their own feet so they can *finally* become excepted into society??"

There was a silence that rang through the corridor and then Harry began to laugh like crazy, others following suit. "Was that totally spontaneous, Malfoy? That was hilarious!" he clutched his side.

"Well, I'm glad you find my miss fortune funny, Potter-" I began in fake anger, my heart pounding furiously. "But-"

"Malfoy . . ." he began, still laughing, not able to catch his breath, "You can - you can . . . oh, god! Just take the shoes!"

My eyes lit up, and my lower lip trembled. Harry Potter . . . The Boy Who Lived . . . was giving me his *shoes*?? I resisted the urge to cry with joy, and instead gave him a almost happy smile. The breath sucked out of everyone in the room, the laughter dying almost instantly.

"What's so wrong with my smile???" I asked, before hurrying away to my dorm room, the laughter continuing as soon as my back had turned.

HARRY

I was having a great dream, no more Malfoy, when suddenly I woke up, screaming. "What? What is it, Harry??" Ron asked, everyone in my dorm hurrying to my bedside.

"Ron, you have to help me get my shoes back from Malfoy!" I exclaimed. "It's all come together now! I *know* what he's going to do! I've figured it out!"

Ron gave me a frightened look. "Is it bad?" he asked, in a hushed tone.

"He's . . ." I began. "I can't even say it . . . But he's . . . he's going to *eat* them!"

AUTHORS NOTE: Yey! It was short . . . I'm sorry. You see. There is a reasonable explanation! . . . Um . . . I've lost my mind. You see? Can't work under those conditions. Also. Going on lovely vacation. Don't know when I'll be back again *sings*. But . . . you should still stay. And read my favourites list! Just . . . don't leave me for them . . . *big smile* But you can't. I've programmed you not to. *crazy, scary laugh*