CHAPTER SEVEN: Detention

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RiverWhiteDragon: *clears throat* I shall (today is a "shall" day, whilst yesteryear was a "thus" day. Also, today is a "whilst" day . . . don't ask) answer all of your questions. 1) You shall see! I wouldn't be h/d slash if not . . . but I don't know how soon it will happen . . . *mischievous grin* or if it doesn't. 2) Yesh. Kara *will* appear soon. For the time being, she is on vacation at Miami, soaking up the sun. *sings* 3) Ohh. I dunno. Actually . .. I haven't even decided on her yet . . . *nervous laugh* . . Well, hope you enjoy . . .

Light-hearted69: *big watery eyes* there is always one person who makes me want to cry. *pulls out gun* Today, it's you!!! No, no. I'm joking. I don't want to shoot you. I gave you nuts. Why would I shoot you?? Are you *ever* going to update your storey? Because I'm dying of boredom here. Really. I am. So you should update. So I can stop amusing myself. And that wasn't supposed to come out perverted . . .

Well, this is my *sad* chapter! Enjoy! Or rather . . . don't.

HERMIONE

Harry seemed distant about a half hour before he left to go to detention, and Ron wasn't around to talk to him, so my motherly instincts made me put down my book and ask him what was wrong. I couldn't stand his moping. I vowed that if it was about the shoes I would absolutely *kill* Malfoy the next time I saw him. Sure, I used to be madly in love head-over-heels for the guy. But not since he ate Fredrick and Anita - I mean - not since he *took* Harry's shoes . . .

I now found Malfoy an annoying, selfish pig . . . Seamus, on the other hand . . .

"It's . . . nothing." he said, sitting down in the chair beside me and rubbing his eyelids.

"You can tell *me*. I'm not Ron. I'll understand it." not that I think Ron is stupid . . . just that he gets things a little too slowly . . . that is, if he gets them at all . . .

He sighed, reluctantly, and spoke in a small voice. "I've been . . . well, since this school year began . . . I've been having these *dreams* about someone that I wouldn't normally want to dream about. At *all*. And it was freaky at *first* but then . . . I guess I began to *like* having the dreams about hi - I mean . . . this person. But when I'm around this person . . . I don't like the dreams . . ."

"I see . . . so . . . who is the girl?"

He laughed quietly and moaned before saying, "Wellit'snotagirlandthat'swhyI'mworried," in one, quick, breath.

It took me a moment to figure it out but once I did my eyes widened. "You mean that it's a *guy*, Harry?"

He nodded, almost painfully.

I held back a happy grin. Guys and guys together . .. Mmm . . . "Well, obviously, if once you're around this person you don't like the dreams, then it means you don't like him. It means . . . well, what do you *do* in your dreams?"

He looked away. "Well, lots of things, actually. It's different every night. It really just depends on . . . I dunno."

I nodded, my face falling some. I was hoping for a *little* bit on what he and another guy were doing . . even snogging would be okay . . . "Okay . . . well, you *can't* like him, obviously, you have a girlfriend now."

He looked suddenly ill. "Yeah . . ." he said quietly, looking at his watch. "Well, it's almost ten, I had better . . . get it over with . . ."

"Great time talking with you Harry . . . But wait - who was the guy??" Maybe I could set them up! Kara would totally understand . . .

"It was . . . nobody." he said, before leaving.

I seemed to notice that Harry was acting rather . . . *strange*. Almost protective over this guy. Like he *liked* him, or something . . .But Harry was straight, right? He didn't like guys . . .

DRACO

I've noticed that if I rearrange the "A" and the "O" in my name, it changes to Droca. It *looks* nicer, but it sounds really weird . . . I was deep into the thought of changing my name to Droca when I ran into Harry. I leaped backward, and wiped off my robes, pretending to be angry. But how I could I be angry when Harry - gorgeous, sweet, kind, tall, Harry was standing in front of me?

"Draco," he said, before walking into Professor Regian's room. I couldn't help but notice the distant look on his face, and grew slightly worried. But then again . . . I could cheer him up before the class was over. I was *very* good at that. I just had to remember not to smile . . .

Professor Regian glanced at us when we walked in, but then handed us a stack of papers that seemed to have . . . like . . . *thousands* of papers . . . I sighed. "Are we . . . filing these?" I asked, taking the seat by Harry.

"No," he said, with a smile, "You're grading them . . ."

Me and Harry exchanged glances, but after that he never looked at me again. It would have ended just as it had started. Grading papers. But, when i was just about done, Professor Regain left the room after hearing some voice outside. "Draco," Harry began , not looking up from his small stack he was grading.

"What?" I snapped, inwardly feeling all fuzzy and warm. Like fluffy little kittens that have just opened their eyes . . . I wanted to hold a kitten at that moment . . . Harry looked *nothing* like a kitty, though.

"Ron said that you spoke to him this morning," he began, causing me to freeze. That weasel! How could I have asked *him* that? He can't keep things quiet, can he? Well, I'll kill him . . . somehow . . .

"Yes. I spoke to him. What of it?"

"He said that you asked him . . ." he didn't say anything for a moment. And when he continued, it was in a voice that seemed to pain him. "Well, *you* know what you told him to ask me. And Ron probably told you yes. . . but I said no." my glare suddenly disappeared and there was nothing on my face. No smirk, no evil look, no happy smile . . . nothing. Because I had thought I had a chance with this guy, and suddenly . . . I didn't. The record player smashed, and I felt my heart break into two pieces. One that loved Harry Potter for all he was worth, and the other that wanted to kill him . . . Then there was the small section that hated Ronald Weasly more than anything.

"Well . . . okay then . . ." I finished my last paper and put it on the top of the pile. "Tell Professor Regian I finished, will you?" and I went to leave, ignoring that Harry had just called my name. Suddenly, I just wanted to be alone.

A/N: I know. It was short and stupid and it didn't make you laugh at all! I apologize! This chapter and the next one are kinda sad-ish. Harry is realizing a lot of . . . *things* at this point. And he won't believe them. But enough about him. This website is killing me. I have to refresh EVERY SINGLE PAGE I GO TO! I didn't even show chapter six on this storey until I hit *refresh*. It's making me mad. *growl* Tell me I'm not alone on this???