Title: Nella Fantasia
Author: Gia
E-Mail: divinechild18[at]hotmail[dot]com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Time: 5th Year
Summary: During the first day of Potions Class, Draco refuses to take a Blinding Potion, insisting that Harry do it instead. For reasons of his own, Snape will not allow this and even threatens to take away house points. So, in retaliation, Draco improvised. He drank the potion but did not swallow. Instead, he kissed Harry Potter.
Disclaimer: I own not a thing.
Author Notes: Hello everyone! How are you all doing so far? The chapter is here! YAY! I can finally go to Day 3! Bwhahaha.. 00.. I know you've waited ages… and there really isn't anything I can make up for that. Only updating..--;
IMPORTANT: I don't know ANY Korean. So, the words I use are just those basic ones you find in the internet. Their usage, you'll know what I mean when you get there, does not necessarily mean the action of the spell. To those who do understand it, well… at least you get a laugh. XD
Guide to the story -
DAYS: The duration of Harry's blindness will be 44 days. Not every single day will be written out, instead, it may skip a week or a couple of days. All in consecutive order!
Day 9
"Draco!" a voice whined, "Why do we have to be here? Who cares about Potter anyway--"
"Shut it Pansy! I am obligated to be here, now if you can't handle it, then I suggest you take off."
She 'hmphed!', turning around and leaving with a slam of the door. Madam Pomfrey sent a reproving glare at the door, eying Draco. He was tightlipped, as he stared down at Harry's sleeping form. The nurse just didn't understand young Malfoy. The minute breakfast started in the Great Hall, Draco had burst in, followed by Pansy Parkinson. She was just eating her breakfast in the Infirmary to watch over Harry, and she never expected Draco to have come at all to see if Harry was okay.
Harry was going to be fine, she had assured him, but he remained silent, just nodding in acknowledgement. Without a word, he pulled up a chair, and sat there, staring at Harry. She never knew what had gotten into him, but perhaps he just felt guilty for what happened. There was a quiet silence, as the nurse turned back to her breakfast, knowing that there wasn't going to be any trouble.
Unbeknownst to her, Draco was far from calm. The reason he had barged in like this was because of a certain nightmare he had had. Now, it wasn't very Malfoy-like to have gotten frightened over a nightmare, but this one was all too real to be ignored. Real enough for Draco anyway. It obviously dealt with Harry, and just sitting beside him, already brought back the dream in his mind's eye.
Dream Flashback
They were walking along the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a cold evening, and Draco was letting Harry lean on him, so he could guide him back inside. They weren't in a hurry, and Draco watched himself willingly enjoy this moment between him and Harry.
All of a sudden, Harry had pushed him away and suddenly morphed into someone else. It was someone Draco had never seen before so he didn't exactly know what to do. Before Draco could discern out any significant features, the person disappeared, leaving Draco alone. He started running further away from Hogwarts, managing to get himself deep into the Forbidden Forest. He didn't stop to think about his location because he didn't want to be in this forest.
After awhile, he popped out on the other side of the forest. Just barren ground around him, the shadow of mountains on his left side. Draco quickly realized he was nowhere near the Forbidden Forest, much less Hogwarts. His eyes looked around again, straining to make anything out in the near darkness. Quite suddenly, something under the soil moved. Draco wasted no time in jumping back, withdrawing his wand.
To his horror, a dirtied hand popped out, hanging limply. Draco didn't know what to do. Was it a dead body? Was it someone he knew? He approached the now limp hand slowly. He reached his own hand out, and grasped the hand. He nearly screamed when the hand squeezed his own back. It wasn't a threatening gesture, though, it was just a squeeze to let him know that the person was alive.
Struggling with the weight, Draco tried pulling the person out. His own heart was beating wildly, and Draco already feared the worst. Could it be… Harry?
After several minutes of tugging, Draco finally managed to unearth the body. To his astonishment, it wasn't Harry. It was Jun.
"What the hell… what's going on here?" Draco demanded, suddenly angry with himself.
Jun coughed violently, wiping his dirty hand across his mouth in an effort to remove the dried soil off his face. "Listen, there isn't much time," Jun started, coughing again.
"Listen?" Draco repeated incredulously. "What are you talking about?" he demanded again, his fingers itching to shake Jun so he could just spit it out.
"Harry's--" Jun shook his head, coughing. One of his hands was rubbing his throat gently, as if he was easing away the soreness. "You have to watch out Draco, I can't--" he cut off abruptly and started screaming.
To say that Draco was surprised would be an understatement. He wanted Jun to continue on how this had to deal with Harry but still, Draco didn't completely loathe Jun's presence. He darted forward, grabbing Jun's hands as he was slowly, but surely, being dragged back down into the earth. Vainly trying to tug him out, he found Jun's hands roughly pulling him forward so Jun could speak directly into his ear.
"He's not--"
Before Jun could finish, he was pulled one last time and he sank back into the earth. Draco's mouth was wide in shock, staring at the upturned dirt that Jun had just passed through.
"He's not… what, Jun? And what's this about Harry?" he half whispered aloud.
End of Dream Flashback
It was pretty pointless to come here now, Draco saw that, but he just wanted to make sure.
Smirking to himself, he realized he was subjecting himself to this--what was this? He didn't know. He didn't care. It was something he didn't need to look into. Right now, he just had to make sure Harry was fine and he could get back to his semi-ordinary life.
Right. Then he could go onto to fulfill his dream of frolicking with fluffy bunnies.
Two figures could be seen walking across a field. There was nothing particularly extraordinary about said field, only the two who were currently there were. Jun had wondered about why his father, Yang, wanted to meet him here of all places. He assumed his father wanted to talk privately.
--Well, what's more private than an open field?
"So, Jun, how are things fairing?" he asked lightly, walking ahead of his son. It was like a little march, his father leading and him following.
"Fine…father."
"Good, good. Dumbledore is very pleased that you are assisting." he stopped walking and stood still. He smiled fondly, surveying the calm area around them.
"…Father, this cannot be the only reason you've called me here." Jun spoke quietly, a slight edge of impatience in it.
"Now that is my son." Yang turned around smiling at him. However, the same smile melted into a solemn one. "Your duty to train the young Potter is good, but I do not want you to let your guard down as well. I have taught you well, haven't I Jun?" The last question completely took Jun by surprise because it wasn't connected to his previous statements. Jun chose to ignore that last question.
"Guard down?" Jun asked incredulously. "Father, that's--"
"Jun," he continued calmly, "I am getting old but not lame. I am watching you. I will make sure you do not make any.. Foolish mistakes."
'What brought this on?' Jun thought wonderingly. "I will be careful." he said carefully, watching his father's expression. "Really, Father, don't worry."
"Yes.. Let us go back."
The first coherent thought to enter Harry's brain was…not really coherent. Don't ask him, but I don't think something along the lines of "gouging your eyes out with burning coals" was very pleasant. Nor coherent for that matter, so such a thing would prompt any person to shoot up in their bed and scream bloody murder, yes?
Bravo, you've got it right. So shoot up Harry did. And scream too. Luckily, it took more than screaming your head off to scare Madam Pomfrey. No sirree, not here. She is the TOP dog. She is the Head Nurse! She is-- going to have a heart attack if Harry ever did that again.
"Mr. Potter!" She yelled.
Harry stared uncomprehendingly ahead for obvious reasons. He got used to his surrounding quickly enough; he was still trying to get over the fact that it was dark.
Oh yeah. He's blind. Silly him.
Harry silently congratulated himself for not subjecting himself to asking the proverbial question of, "Who turned out the lights?" It didn't take long for everything that had happened to rush back at him. The practice with Jun. Looking for both boys. Then bam! 'Ah yes, just they wait when he got a hold of them…'
"Sorry about that, Madam Pomfrey. Er.. Bad dream."
"I should think so." Harry could tell she was a bit miffed. Maybe it was her tone of voice. Or--how about the perceptible grinding of her teeth. Harry shrugged it off.
"I think I'll be eating breakfast now.." Chuckling nervously, Harry made to sit up but Madam Pomfrey stopped him.
"Hold on, one more check up and then you're free to go." she sounded exasperated but the anger seemed to have dissipated.
"Really? Well, okay then. What is it? Scanning spell? I feel fine, really."
"Spell? Oh no, Mr. Potter. Just potions. Have to make sure you're in top condition. And don't worry, that the smell isn't as bad as the taste."
Harry was sure something along the lines of "Oh shit" was uttered by his person before he was forced to swallow the disgusting potion.
"See? That wasn't so bad." The laughter in her voice was blatantly apparent. "Well, you can go on now. I don't want to see you in this room again Mr. Potter. Not unless your bleeding from a fatal wound, missing a limb, or are teetering on the brink of insanity. Understand?"
Grinning sheepishly, he replied with one word. "Crystal."
Draco was in the middle of dutifully falling asleep in Professor Binns' classroom when someone walked in through the entrance of the classroom. Draco instantly sat upright. It was Jun.
Jun smiled apologetically to the ghost and exchanged a few whispered words with him. Professor Binns nodded slowly and quickly directed Jun to a seat that fate deemed be beside Draco. Joy.
Everyone immediately whispered about the "new student" but Jun paid them no attention. He sat down in the empty desk but not before greeting Draco politely.
'For cripe's sake..' "Hello to you as well, Jun." Draco bit out.
Jun grinned and turned to listen to the lecture.
This was going to be hell.
History Magic took ages to end. Draco was keenly aware of Jun's presence, due to the fact that his mere presence made him irritated. What was it about him?
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Was it the fact that the boy was a pain in the arse?
"Mr. Malfoy..!"
Or how about his irritating face?
"Mr. Malfoy!"
Maybe his annoying voice? Or how about--
"Mr. Malfoy!? For Merlin's sake, PAY ATTENTION OR I WILL DEDUCT POINTS FROM YOUR HOUSE!"
Draco snapped to attention immediately. Muttering the word "Eh?" intelligently, while blinking owlishly into Professor Binns face. There were a few giggles from the class, having never seen Professor Binns lose his temper like that. Draco ducked his head in embarrassment, his cheeks flushing when he noticed the tiniest hint of a grin on Jun's face. "Sorry, p'fsor.." Draco mumbled, not wanting to meet the teacher's eyes which would make him look see Jun's face as well.
Professor Binns remained silent although his had a scowl on his face, it slowly faded away and he returned back to class. He had barely opened his mouth before he was interrupted with Harry's unexpected entrance. Laughing despite his previous embarrassment, Draco felt strangely avenged. Standing up, he headed down towards Harry's uncertain stance and automatically guided him up.
"Follow me."
"Oh! Thanks." Harry thanked him gratefully, feeling everyone stare at him when he had previously entered.
"Yeah, yeah. Just don't trip over anything." Draco walked towards the desk seated beside him. Unfortunately, it was occupied by another person. The poor boy hadn't had the opportunity of being fixed with Draco's glare and immediately quaked against the sudden onslaught. There was the sound of mad rustling, before the terrified boy found another seat that was conveniently far away from Draco. Professor Binns made no move to correct this obvious rude gesture, as he was losing precious time to reach a new level of monotony.
Harry felt better when he sat down, although judging by the sounds he was hearing, it was obvious that someone had to pay a price for his current seat. Squashing down his guilt, he decided that as soon as he got back his sight he would search the poor individual out and apologize to him. Professor Binns cleared his throat loudly, and everyone's alert attention quickly faded to near comatose state. Harry crossed his arms over his desk and decided to rest his head a little, allowing Binns' droning voice to wash over him. He closed his eyes, mindful that it did nothing to make him feel comfortable, and drifted off. It didn't take long before Harry caught the sound of fervent whispering to his right side.
Aware that it was only Draco on his right side, Harry wondered what was going on. Deciding to listen in, Harry tilted his head and stayed quiet.
"As much as I'd love to listen to Binns' lecture on long past wars, what are you doing here, Jun?"
Harry frowned. 'Since when did Jun take classes with them?'
"Headmaster Dumbledore and my father decided it would be best to take classes. I'll get the privilege of European magic, and I'll be able to be around more often. Isn't that, how would you say… lovely?" Jun's sarcastic whisper was very direct.
"Oh yeah, peachy, Jun. I've nearly soiled myself in the excitement of it all.'
Draco's quip reply brought a smile to Harry's face. 'It's so… Malfoy-ish.' he said in his head fondly. Now that Harry thought about it, Draco's and Jun's verbal arguments were reminiscent to his own verbal spats with Draco in the past. If they're arguments now were anywhere near to the heated ones he had with Draco, Jun just might find himself in the same predicament Harry was in now.
That line of thought made Harry shudder as an image of Draco and Jun locking lips came unbidden into his mind. It didn't help matters when Harry almost felt a pang of.. What? Envy? Jealousy? Surely not!
Deciding that he didn't want to listen to the rest of Draco's and Jun's conversation, Harry sat up straighter. He felt strangely relieved when it was time to leave class. He reached out for his bag, not quite remembering putting it down near his desk, and stood up to patiently wait for Draco's usual hand on his shoulder so that he could guide him. His eyebrows furrowed when he didn't feel any nearby presence.
He turned his head towards the right, ears straining to hear if Draco was having a discussion with any students that would keep him from going to his next class. It didn't take long to catch Draco's sarcastic voice, nor was Harry surprised to hear it followed by Jun's amused responses.
"Quit following me, Jun." Draco said curtly, not bothering to acknowledge Jun with even a glance.
"I'm not following you," Jun replied obstinately, "I happen to have the same schedule as you and I was going to wait for Harry."
"Well, then, quit following so close. If I knew you were this afraid of getting lost, I would think twice about choosing people to teach us how to defend ourselves." Draco completely ignored Jun's intention in waiting for Harry as he walked towards the blind boy. Harry was standing near his desk, one hand braced against the back of it. Draco reached out his hand and placed it lightly upon Harry's shoulder. He was secretly pleased to notice Harry relax visibly at his touch, instead of jumping.
"Ready?"
Harry just smiled and nodded.
Jun walked over silently, and the unlikely trio headed out of the class.
The following classes proved to be a little bit less than enjoyable. Not that Harry didn't enjoy solitude once in awhile, but it was entirely different from being ignored outright. Draco's disposition towards Jun went from bad to worse. It seemed Jun's mere presence was an insult to Draco's very nature and he felt the need to point it out to Jun, who was more or less immune to Draco's insults. He took it all in a stride, using small comments here in there as a means of partaking in a mostly one-sided conversation.
Did Harry mention he was being ignored?
"Dear me, Jun, don't tell me you've never even heard of Quidditch?" came Draco's disgusted reply.
"I haven't, nor do I care to learn about it." It was starting to become obvious that Jun's patience with Draco was wearing thin.
"Come now, Jun, where's your sense of sport? How about a friendly one-on-one game, hm? Just to give you a taste?" Draco's delight was blatantly obvious.
The trio walking towards their next class. Harry more or less lagging behind the two as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he was bothered by the sudden lack of attention.
Nope, not bothered at all.
"Well, I don't think it wise to leave Harry all alone." Jun was quick to answer, trying to find a way out of this without admitting that he didn't feel like going against Draco.
Harry was startled at the mention of his name and could only frown in confusion. "Yes? Sorry, what?"
"Forget it." Draco said dismissively, moving his hand to the small of Harry's back to make him walk faster. "We'll be late if we don't hurry up."
'Why do I still feel like I'm being ignored? I'm not bothered by it either way.' Harry said to himself sternly, wondering why Draco didn't care on sharing what he and Jun were talking about so heatedly. Perhaps he was just overreacting? 'Overreacting? What am I? Draco's mother? I think that blow to my head may have done a bit more damage.'
Neville, for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, felt like he was being watched. The tell-tale signs were obvious. The hair on the back of his neck standing on end, the sudden increase in perspiration, and he didn't botch up any potions even with Snape keeping any eye on him and checking periodically on how he was doing with the potion. Needless to say, even Snape looked surprised, much less his friends. Normally, one could give an estimate of when Neville was going to botch up a potion, but right now, Neville was just out of sync. It was mind boggling, to say the least. 'It's just that insane feeling of someone watching…'
Neville, not paying attention, casually added an ingredient to his potion. Everyone seemed to wait in bated breath for the usual explosion that accompanied absent-mindedness but to everyone's surprise.
Poof!
Snape hurried over, and nearly crumpled in shock as he realized that Neville's potion came out correctly. Far more than anyone else in his class, anyway. "W-well, it seems that miracles do happen." His half-hearted sneer didn't even carry the usual smugness that it usually did.
Had hell finally frozen over?
Moaning Myrtle retreated back into the walls of the Potions room. She was being bugged by her conscience --were ghosts supposed to have a conscience?-- and she had debated whether she should go to Harry herself and tell him what she had seen. Unfortunately, she no idea of Harry's schedule and wasn't too keen on asking any of the other ghosts. She had been watching one of the boy's in the Potions room, --Neville.. Longbottom?--, and was strangely reminded of herself when she was still alive.
She couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards the boy and had wondered if she could help him out. Of course, she was still torn between finding Harry and helping out a kindred soul. 'I'll do neither, and wait till tomorrow.' One could say that her logic was a no-win situation, but then again, that's probably what Myrtle meant. Who really understood ghosts?
She decided to head back to her favorite toilet and maybe bemoan her woes. Or flood the girl's restroom. Whichever came first. She sped through the hallways, nothing but a chilly breeze to anyone who happened to be sharing the hallways with here, as she headed towards the restroom. She made a note in the back of her head when she noticed Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger heading the opposite direction. 'They're obviously up to no good. I'll worry about them tomorrow.' she decided firmly. Never one to admit procrastination, she rationalized that she was exhausted --although how she could feel exhausted was something anyone would wonder about-- and needed time to rest first.
'I'll go tomorrow…'
Lunch had arrived, to the relief of everyone in Hogwarts who felt that their morning was going by too slowly. Harry was poking at his food disconsolately, ignoring the Slytherins' presence, and the nearest Slytherin next to him. Draco. He supposed he should feel a little lightened that Jun had decided to join him, but rather than engage Harry into anything resembling a conversation, Draco had drawn Jun's attention away.
Harry was starting to wonder of Draco just didn't like Jun to be talking to anyone other than himself. Which was, of course, completely absurd since Harry knew that the two didn't share anything but enmity between them. He was entirely oblivious to the fact that Draco just didn't want Jun to be talking to Harry. Unfortunately, ideas of Draco's newfound interest were taking a toll on Harry's already confused mind. And Jun? Jun was just wondering when he'd actually get a chance to exchange more than a few words with Harry without being interrupted by Draco.
One could surmise that there were heaps of misunderstandings going on between the three boys. Which brings up back to the fact that Jun and Draco had gone back to exchanging cutting remarks over Harry's bowed head. The day was only half over and Harry already felt like banging his head against something. Something that was preferably hard, so he could perhaps knock himself out for the duration of the week and forget about his current predicament. Not to mention that there was nothing Voldemort related so far.
Not that he wasn't grateful, but it was definitely odd. Suddenly losing his appetite, Harry pushed away his dish and propped his head up with his hand. He didn't always need Draco's constant attention, whether it is bad or good, on him. Where were his other fellow Gryffindor friends? He couldn't very well get up and walk over to the table without Draco's help, and he was almost positive that Draco didn't want to go anywhere near that particular table.
His new train of thoughts reminded him that Hermione and Ron had yet to make another appearance apart from the one they made earlier. And that certain experience.. Well, that was just creepy. He hadn't felt more out of place around Hermione and Ron until now. He'd almost go as far as to say that they weren't themselves, but then again, that was almost.
He sighed deeply, conscious of the fact that Draco's comments towards Jun never wavered. He brought his thoughts away from Hermione and Ron and he considered the other members of his house. He hadn't spoken to them recently. Neville, Dean, Seamus, even Lavender would be a welcome change from Draco and Jun. 'If I'm near any of them I'll be sure to speak to them.' Harry told himself resolutely. It was, however, a harsh reminder that he had yet to have any classes with them. He wracked his brain for what his following classes would be, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps he'd lost a few memory cells as well, although nothing vitally important.
It was lucky for him he didn't remember the incident when he had temporary amnesia. Merlin knew Draco, nor would Jun admittedly, want to repeat that incident again. Harry was brought from his musings at the sound of someone's fist slamming against the table. Harry was almost positive he'd missed the majority of whatever argument Jun and Draco had been engaged in, but he was assured that he'd hear about it now.
"Alright then, Jun, tonight. 8 o'clock at the Quidditch pitch."
"I'll be there."
Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It brought a sense of nostalgia to him, as it sounded like something he and Draco would agree to. He didn't have a chance in being able to witness whatever Draco and Jun would be getting themselves into, seeing as he was both blind and… did he mention blind?
Once Jun gave his agreement to the meeting, it was time for the afternoon classes to begin. Harry was almost guaranteed that they would fly by, contrary to the morning, as he was anxious to be there at 8 o'clock. He wanted to be there where anything might occur. Only problem was, how?
'I'll have to come up with something soon..' Harry thought to himself. 'I just hope I won't regret this.'
Just as Harry had predicted, classes did seem to speed up. He had never had a chance to figure out how he'd be able to be there when Jun and Draco would presumably fight. He couldn't very well ask any of the Slytherins, and he had no chance of finding anyone else without leaving Draco's side. The only option..? 'I could ask Draco to take me with him.. Although I doubt he'd like the company..'
That last thought made Harry feel glum, and he found himself losing interest in today's last class. Defense Against the Dark Arts. A class that Harry usually enjoyed, he found himself wishing that he was able to see. Things were much easier to perform and learn when he was able to see the workings of how a spell was cast. Today's class, Harry found, would be different. Professor Li had wasted no time in directing the students to move all the desks to the back, leaving a wide, clear space in the center. A few leaned against the wall while others just sat down on the classroom floor.
Harry preferred standing; his thoughts were recently being occupied by Slytherin blonde. Harry was trying to ignore the ramifications of this fact, but it was becoming painfully apparent. Not to mention his change in feelings regarding Draco. If the sudden change in name usage was big, then it didn't compare to the way they acted together.
"--will need a volunteer." Professor Li told the class.
Harry inwardly groaned. 'I hope I didn't miss too much. Would he.. Call on me?'
His question was answered when the professor did. "Mr. Potter, come up."
There were some whispers from the class, but no one voiced anything aloud for fear of getting in trouble. Harry gulped, pushed himself off the wall. He followed the sound of Professor Li's voice and shakily came forward. Professor Li easily guided him up and across of him.
"Although you are inhibited by your sight, you will still be able to duel. I will be returning spells, since I am aware of your lessons." Harry could almost feel the significant look sent his way and made no reaction. "I would like you to send any spell that you know at me, Mr. Potter."
Harry gulped.
"No need to be nervous, Mr. Potter. I've put up barriers so none of the students will be in the path of danger." he replied kindly, and then his voice turned stern. "For the moment, ignore the fact that I am your professor. Treat this as an ordinary duel and hit me with everything you have." Professor Li pulled out his wand.
From his distance with the other students, Draco could easily make it out. It seemed a variation of a wand, only longer. The tip of it was not straight; instead, it curled around as if forming a holder for a marble. It was wooden too, but its unique tip was what attracted the students' attention. 'This will definitely be an interesting duel…' he thought to himself, watching Harry's nervous stance in front of their professor.
In an effort to relax, Harry wracked his mind. He couldn't just ignore the fact that he'd be dueling a teacher. His heart wouldn't be in it. Shaking his head and taking a calming breath, Harry decided another tactic. 'I'll pretend he's just a deatheater. Or Voldemort even.'
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Begin!"
Harry snapped to attention, bringing his wand up. "Relashio!"
"An jo!"
Harry found himself gasping in surprise when he realized the incantations were in Korean. He immediately ducked to the side, feeling something heavy shoot over his head. He could distantly hear the students in the back gasping with shock.
"Incarcerous!" Harry yelled, jumping to his feet. Thick ropes appeared in the air, ready to wrap around the professor's body.
"Pon tay!" Professor Li called at the last minute, watching to see what Harry would do. "Son boo sang!" Professor Li yelled again. One girl in the back yelled in surprise, seeing the ropes stop in midair and head back towards Harry.
Harry could sense his own magic hurtling towards him and immediately surmised that his spell may have returned. "Evanesco!" the ropes vanished.
"Damnit!" Harry cursed after, holding his right hand. Whatever spell his teacher had cast, made his hand hurt like hell. Ignoring the pain in his hand, Harry started hexing with a vengeance.
Li's eyes glittered calculatingly, fluidly sidestepping Harry's spells. 'He seems to have experience..' He eyed Harry when he saw the boy visibly grit his teeth and bare the pain.
"Locomotor mortis!"
Li nearly found himself falling forward due to his momentary lapse in concentration. He muttered something and was instantly righted, the spell vanishing. His instincts told him to jump to the side, when he heard Harry yell something (Reducto!). It was fortunate he did because there was a gaping hole in the spot he had just been on. Professor Li heard the distant chatter of his students, and was pleased that they would get to see an appropriate duel.
"Kihap.." he whispered under his breath. Feeling his magic begin to group together, Li stood alert, waiting to see if Harry would attack.
Harry stood, breathing hard. "I'm just getting started." Harry muttered to himself, wiping his forehead. He could feel that Jun's father was planning something, so he was readying himself with a strong shield and hex repelling charm.
"Protego!" he called out. The shield formed around him, a temporary one while Harry went to work on disarming the older man.
"Confundus! Expelliarmus!" he yelled in rapid succession, watching as the two spells flew quickly towards Professor Li.
Harry listened for any sounds coming from the Professor, and grimly realized that they didn't make contact. 'I need to distract him..'
Gripping the wand tighter in his hand, Harry came up with a plan. "Lumis solem!"
The bright flash elicited a surprised yell, giving Harry all the time he needed. "Accensum circino!"
Fire shot out in a perfect line from Harry's wand, landing on the impervious floor and immediately burning through to form a circle of fire around Professor Li. Students screamed, but they were held back by the barriers.
Smiling, Professor Li raised his wand and dispelled all the magic. Harry felt the cancellation and put his wand down.
"I think that will be enough for today." Li called out, waving his hand to remove the barriers. "I would like an essay written on the strategies used in this duel. Class dismissed.
The students left the classroom, all talking about the duel they had just witnessed. Harry found himself actually waving in the direction he heard people telling him he did a good job. Jun and Draco were the first to head over to him. Harry missed the glare Draco sent over his head at Jun, but he did feel Draco's hand gently guiding him out the room. "Get ready for our duel, Jun." Draco hissed, pushing Harry further along. The two disappeared around the corridor before Jun could say anything.
Harry, who had heard Draco speak, frowned. At times, Draco was like another person. Snobbish to a certain extent, but that was just his nature. Harry had to admit that Draco's sometimes sarcastic manner was funny. It made him laugh. It invoked weird feelings that Harry had yet to mention.
Should he even begin to explain how irritating it was that Draco seemed to speak more to Jun than him?
'Not that it bothers me..' he reasoned in his mind.
"Poises!" Draco called loudly, helping Harry through the portrait. The speed in which they arrived completely boggled Harry's mind.
Harry found himself all but pushed into the room, bumping into the back of the sofa. "What's--"
"Look, Harry." Draco made a noise of frustration. "Potter! Whatever I call you… I'm going out early today. No more classes so you can just get to working."
'No.. is he dismissing me?' Harry thought dazedly.
"Where are you going?" Harry demanded, staring in the direction he hoped Draco was standing.
"What are you, my keeper?"
"I think I have a right to know where you are.." Harry returned, his voice wavering as he neared the end. 'Right, Harry, why do you have a right?' Harry berated to himself.
Luckily, it seemed Draco wasn't going to use this chance to question Harry on why he thought he had a right. Draco was determined to corner Jun in the halls and surprise him by changing the time to their duel now. However, he wasn't going to get there if Harry kept asking him--
"Right, thinking is good." Draco countered quickly. "I figured you would've heard Jun and I arguing at the table."
Harry pursed his lips at the mention of 'Jun and I'. Using his hand to feel his way around, he flopped into the sofa. "No, I didn't." He loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top buttons in an effort to cool down.
Draco gazed at the back of Harry's head with sudden interest. His lips were threatening to turn into a satisfied grin.
"Are you… jealous or something?" Grin.
"What!!?" Harry yelled indignantly, nearly cutting Draco off the minute he pronounced 'jealous'. "Get off your high horse, Draco.." he muttered.
"Sure, sure," Draco agreed complacently, finding his urgency to get outside thinning. "It's just that you seem, hm.. Upset?" He slowly approached the back of the sofa, keeping his nonchalant.
For reasons Harry didn't want to admit, he was unable to realize that Draco was approaching him from behind. "I'm not upset!" Harry snapped, his tone contradicting his very words.
Anything else he was about to holler was cut off when he felt two hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. Warm breath tickled his ear, as the hands slowly encircled his neck. "You know, Harry…" Draco began, grinning into Harry's hair as one his fingers trailed Harry's collarbone that was exposed when Harry tried to cool down.
"If you want me to stay…"
He chuckled low in his throat as his arms could feel Harry gulping nervously.
"I could. You know, to keep you company.." His arms tightened around Harry slightly, and he kept still, waiting to see if Harry would respond.
"Erm.. I--"
The portrait swung open with a moderate bang. "Draco! Change of plans! Let's duel… now…" the newcomer's voice trailed off.
Draco sighed, his breath ghosting the side of Harry's face, and he slowly let go. Once released, Harry shot out of the couch, spinning around to face the newcomer. Of course, it wasn't the smartest action as Harry couldn't see the person anyway. Although the voice was hardly something to miss.
"Jun!" Harry squeaked, coughing into his hand to return his voice to normal. "I mean," Harry tugged at his collar nervously, "I think I'll.. I'll go to my room now." Harry turned around, mechanically counting in his head the steps to the door that led to the two beds. The door slammed shut.
Draco was smirking at the door, before it faded away as he regarded Jun. Although he was a bit miffed that he hadn't moved the time first, it still didn't compare to his fun with Harry. 'I can't believe I really did that..' Draco mused thoughtfully.
"Quit gawking Jun, it's not helping your already diminishing character. I'd say it was an improvement, but my parents taught me not to lie."
Jun narrowed his eyes but didn't rise to the bait. "Stalling the duel?" he asked instead, his voice cold.
"You wish." he returned without a pause. Without a word, Draco shoved by Jun and passed through the still open portrait. "Are you coming or what?"
Rolling his eyes, Jun followed, closing the portrait behind himself. The two continued down the hall in silence, until Draco decided to speak.
"How'd you get in?"
Jun found himself smirking in a decidedly Draco-like fashion. "I heard you practically yelling it in the hallway."
A muscle twitched in Draco's jaw as he restrained himself from beating Jun into the ground. "Why were you eavesdropping in the first place?"
Jun shrugged lightly. "I had already decided to change the time of our duel and followed you. I was just lucky that you called out the password so loudly. Although, I advise you not to do that in the future. Anyone could just walk in and hurt Harry in his state."
Draco's fists were already clenching at Jun's words. "I don't need you lecturing me." Draco replied.
Jun shrugged again. "I'm not. Just.. stating."
"Look, why don't we just get our duel started."
"Fine with me.
The breeze was already turning cold, late into the September month. The pitch was deserted, the stands creating an imposing figure when they stood in the middle. The two stood back to back. Draco fingered his wand, remembering Jun bringing out his wand earlier on. It was an exact replica of his father's wand. He dispelled his thoughts, remembering that he had to focus on their upcoming duel.
"I'll make this quick, Jun!" he spoke smugly.
Jun didn't reply but Draco was aware that he sorely wanted to. The two simultaneously took six steps forward, turning around at the same time.
"Sahn!" Jun yelled, and he jumped to the right.
Draco found himself gaping. He saw Jun jump to the right… but another Jun jumped to the left. 'He made… a copy of himself!?' Shaking his head to keep focus, Draco silently enforced his shield. It was impossible to tell the difference between the two.
"Makee!" the twin Juns yelled, pointing their wands at themselves. Draco saw a momentary purple flash cover the two and realized they had cast shielding charms.
'I can't pick…' Draco's eyes widened when the two started running towards him. 'He knows I can't tell the difference. Seems like a problem only Harry Potter could get out of..' he thought dryly.
Then, Draco came up with an idea. Draco was unusually good at figuring out people's characters. And Harry, being a boy who kept his heart on his sleeve, was like an open book to Draco's eyes. 'What would Potter do in this situation…?'
Remembering the duel that happened in DADA, Draco raised his wand. "Lumis solem!"
The bright flash blinded the two momentarily. Draco inwardly crooned, grinning in satisfaction when Jun fell for the same trick his father did. "Accensum circino!" he yelled, recalling the way Harry performed the spell.
Like a mirror image of the spell issued from Harry's wand, fire shot out. It burned with roaring heat, fed by the grass of the pitch. It formed a circle of fire around the two Juns. Although it would be difficult to put out the fire, it wouldn't be impossible, so Draco had to come up with a quick way to tell the difference. Suddenly, it hit him. He was thinking too hard for a difficult incantation. A copy was merely a copy, not anything real. 'A vanishing spell should…'
"Evanesco!"
He pointed it at the left Jun, and with a whoop of triumph, watched it fade. Jun looked surprised for a moment, but yelled a few seconds later when he found his wand being ripped from his hand and sailing into Draco's.
Draco grinned, banishing the circle of fire. Jun walked towards him, grudgingly holding out his hand to be shaken. It was all the more satisfying for Draco as he eyes danced with glee.
"Good duel." Jun said after a pause, staring at Draco.
"Naturally." Draco sent back.
Jun rolled his eyes, waving his hand as he turned and left the pitch.
Draco felt something akin to joy swirling through his chest and he headed back inside. It was time to reward himself with a relaxing night of sleeping.
A/N: So? I thought it would be best if Jun attended classes there. Give Draco a new friend. Aww… pfef. Friend my butt. Did you enjoy the duels? I did mention that Professor Li wouldn't be dueling any of his students, so it may have surprised a few when he decided to duel. Let's just say that he needed to introduce the other students to how he'd go about to doing it. I'm not one to usually write fight scenes or dueling scenes, but I worked my hardest on it! XD
I'll try to make the updates faster, but I'm unfortunately sick.. Which is in itself, mind boggling, as I NEVER get sick. Well, not since I was little. I'm INVINCIBLE, DARN IT! --… I think I need a tissue.. Although, the length is so much better, don't you think? XD Tell me what you think a review! XD
Preview of Next Chapter: The real Hermione and Ron come to. Draco brags about winning the duel. Perhaps a little more slash scenes. XD
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