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CH.4 Hands In Potions
The walk to breakfast was slow and quiet, at least I was quiet. Harry just would not quit gibbering about the friends he had made in the book, which we decided to call "The Fairy Tale Book." Then when he would finally stop talking, he would start to chant some song he said he had learned from the Queen.
I rolled my eyes. "Harry, that's interesting and all, but..." mid sentence I was interrupted by a body pressing against mine as it walked by. I gasped and turned my head to see who had brushed against me. Oh bugger! Of course, the person had to be Malfoy. He turned his head to look back at me. A small smirk was on his face, taunting. Malfoy kept walking.
Harry blinked. "Well, that was rude. People should think before they just walk into anything they feel like they ... Ron? Ron, what's the matter?"
I shook my head, snapping out of my trance, and looked at Harry. "What?" I asked stupidly. Later I felt pretty lame, plus embarrassed. I had hoped that neither of them noticed my gaping at Malfoy. Or at least that they didn't realize why I was gaping at him.
Hermione was looking at me strangely. "Ron," she asked quietly once we had continued our walk to the Great Hall, "did something happen that you've not told us about?"
I shook my head fervently. Maybe that wasn't a smooth move. "Malfoy's just being a prat." I squeaked. Then I coughed to try and recover my voice. "He's just a prat."
Hermione nodded slowly. She did believe me, right? Of course she didn't. Harry however, seemed content with my answer.
"I wouldn't worry too much Hermione," he said with a grin, "Ron and Malfoy are always getting it on."
"What?!" I spluttered in shock. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know. You and Malfoy are always getting into a fight or some kind of row. You two do it at least once a day, unless of course by some miracle you don't see each other." Harry nodded as if affirming his words. He frowned then and stopped talking. I guessed that he had gone back into fairy tale land.
After a few moments of silence something occurred to me. What if Malfoy tried something during breakfast? Suddenly I found myself hoping time would fly and we would not be able to finish our trip to the Great Hall because we would need to go to class.
Of course this did not happen, and even if time had flown I would still have had to put up with Malfoy during Potions class. The doors to the Great Hall soon loomed in front of me like my death penalty. If Malfoy did say something about the previous night where others could hear, chaos would surely ensue. Maybe he had already told everybody in Slytherin something, maybe even something that was not true. Oh sweet Merlin! I was so close to sicking up.
Harry was the first to walk through the double doors, then Hermione and I followed. Immediately the sound of incessant chatter met my ears. To my surprise, and relief, no heads turned at our entrance. No one really even seemed to notice us. So far so good. A brief glance towards the Slytherins told me that Malfoy was sitting by Crabbe and Goyle, as usual. So, I followed Harry and Hermione to the Gryffindor table.
Seamus looked at us warily, when we sat down. Harry sat beside him. "So, ah, Harry, you better then."
"I'm perfectly fine." Harry said nodding his head in Seamus's direction, but not really looking at him.
"So, I meant to ask you, Harry" I said shuffling some food onto my plate. "Are you still going through with the plan? You know, making a good grade in potions."
"Hmm?" Harry looked at me in shock, "Oh, I'd forgotten."
I rolled my eyes. Of course, the fairy tale book. "Harry, I think," I stopped when I realized Harry was paying me no attention. He was looking up at the teacher's table, at Snape, considering. Harry must have gone wacko. Just yesterday Harry would have likely stuck a knife in Snape's gut, today he seemed to not hold animosity towards anyone. Well, almost anyone.
I put my head to my hand and sighed. What a day. When I looked back up, I saw two steel grey eyes looking into mine. Malfoy. He smirked at me. Then his eyes moved sideways to Harry, who was now putting little pieces of bread all over Seamus's head. Seamus looked slightly put off. Harry giggled. Draco eyes widened, and his mouth fell open half in wonder, half in horror. This was getting ridiculous.
"Harry, stop!"
He looked at me surprised, "What's wrong, Ron?"
I almost laughed. "Wrong. You are. What's wrong with you Harry? Ever since you came out of that book you've been acting, I don't know, weird."
An indignant look came upon Harry's face. "Well, if that's how you feel," Harry almost pouted, standing to leave.
"Yes, it is. You're acting like a bloody fairy."
Harry's eyes flashed. "Is it a crime for me to be happy?!" Harry shouted. The great hall went silent, all heads turned to us. "Because I'm stupid, famous Harry Potter, I have to always be brooding over Voldemort! Or crying over my parent's death! Damn it, Ron. You're always laughing, and having a good time. You're always picking on people. Well, you know what? I don't want to be like you anyway! Bloody good friend you are! I hate you!" He stormed off, seething with rage.
Everyone turned to me with wide eyes. They were no where near surprised as I was.
"Don't worry, Ron," Hermione said soothingly, as they walked to potions class, "he'll come around. He's just had a hard day."
"Yeah," I said, only half listening. Did she really think I was comforted? Harry hated me?
"Poor Weasley," Malfoy said loudly to Crabbe and Goyle, as he walked by, "if I were as hopeless as him, I'd probably kill myself. Hey, maybe now he can get Potter to help. Oh, you know what I heard. I heard Potter in the ladies toilets, crying his eyes out. He's so strange."
I almost lunged at him, but Hermione's hand on my shoulder stopped me. Who cares if he told everybody what happened that night? I could tell everybody his secret! He couldn't talk about Harry that way.
"Bugger off, Malfoy. You're just a prat." Hermione snarled. I looked at her with appreciation. Malfoy sneered at her and stormed off.
"Good of you to say that," I said, shaking my head. "Hermione, if you had some dirt on someone like that, that you really didn't like, and they started acting like a real jerk, should you tell?"
"Ron, you shouldn't tell other people's secrets, unless by not telling them you'd be letting them get away with something horrible." She smiled. "Maybe something good will come from you keeping his secret."
I laughed. What gave her the impression the person was male? Okay, so it was kind of obvious that I was talking about Malfoy. Ah, who cares anyway?
"What good could come from keeping that ponce's secrets?" I asked, scowling. Heh. Ponce.
Hermione laughed. "I don't know, Ron. I don't know."
Harry was in potions class, but he didn't sit by me. He ended up literally pushing Dean out of his chair to sit by Seamus. Hermione found it amusing. I was slightly disturbed. I was even starting to wonder if someone had taken over my friend's body. Seamus kept looking at Harry out of the corner of his eyes. I felt sorry for the poor lad.
Harry sitting by Seamus wasn't the only odd event, but the other was ten times as disturbing. Malfoy sat beside me. He walked in, shaking his bloody arse like a bloody fairy. Not like I minded much though. Then he just took the seat, before Hermione could. Oh, I didn't see that coming. He looked sideways at me and smirked. Then he winked at me. Winked! In public! Bugger!
"Hey, Weasley," he whispered to me. I did not reply. My situation couldn't possibly have gotten worse. Then it did.
Half the class went by with Malfoy smirking and glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. Then, with maybe ten minutes left, I felt a sudden, warm weight on one of my legs. Slowly I looked down, dreading what I might find. However, what I did find wasn't at all what I had expected. Instead of some disgusting and slimy creature, or something like that, I saw a hand. Long and thin fingers, with pale skin, lead to a hand, then to an arm and its owner, who was still smirking at the front of the room. He didn't even seem to notice, but maybe that was intentional. I squirmed uneasily. I had gotten away with not speaking to him so far during potions, but this was a dire situation.
"Malfoy," I whispered, uncertainly, "your hand."
"I know," he answered shortly. He did not even turn to look at me when he spoke. His hand did not move either. Well, not away from my leg anyway. His hand moved up my leg, along my thigh. I inhaled sharply when he brushed against my "hem." Well, you know.
I tried to brush his hand away, but somehow he managed to evade all of my attempts, and still manage to rub his hand against me at the same time. This went on for what seemed like forever. Then Snape interrupted.
"Mr. Weasley, have you found something interesting down there? Something you didn't know was there before, perhaps?" Snape sneered evilly at me from behind his desk.
My ears burned with embarrassment from his question. I shook my head fiercely, quickly bringing my hands away from that area. Every Slytherin snickered behind their hands, some Gryffindors did too. Well, Malfoy didn't, but his smirk widened until his face was nearly split by it.
"Good. Now do your work." Snape's gaze flickered briefly to Malfoy before he commenced once again his lecture on some potion, I'm not exactly sure what. Did he know what was going on? Bloody hell! Malfoy's hand had not left its position when mine had.
I had to use every scrap of will power I had to keep from arching up into his touch. I was quietly begging the class to end soon. Before I lost control. I never live the embarrassment down if I came in the classroom. I was so tempted to reach down there again and push his hands away, but then everyone would realize something was going on.
God! That was starting to feel good. So good. Ah, the bell. I started to get up. Wait a minute. Everyone would see. Bloody hell. I would just have to wait until I was the only one left. I pretended to be taking my time with my books. Hermione offered to wait for me, but I told her to go on. Malfoy waited though, no matter what I said to try and get him to leave.
"Oh, come on Weasley," he said finally, "I already know you've got a hard on. After all, I am the one who gave it to you. Sure you don't want my help?"
"Bloody hell. No!" I tried my best to cover up my erection, and trying to think of un-sexual thoughts, as I rushed away from the room. Away from Malfoy.
"Weasley! Damn it, Weasley! Slow the bloody hell down!" A voice called to me as I rushed down the hallway.
For some odd reason I listened. I stopped and waited for him to catch up. When he did, I could see a smirk tugging at the corner on his lips.
"What?" I asked, annoyed. After the events that had taken place earlier that day in potions class, I had been trying my best to keep out of Malfoy's way. I did not want another hard on.
Malfoy ignored my question. "Damn. If you don't stop being so hard to catch up with, you and your damned long legs, then I might have to stop chasing."
"And that would be a bad thing how?" I inquired, mockingly.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. Then, for the life of me I didn't understand him, I still don't, he grinned and stepped a little too close to me. "Weasley, you're such a tease." He traced a finger slowly back and forth, over my chest.
Oh gods! Was he flirting with me? My eyes widened about as much as possible, and I took a step backwards. He followed.
"Malfoy, just tell me what you want," I said, almost ready to beg. Almost.
"You," he answered simply.
"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes and pushed him away.
"Is that so hard to believe? You're not exactly dog ugly. Close, but not." Malfoy smirked casually. How does he do that? Don't ask me.
"Is it not possible for you to have a conversation without insulting someone?" I asked bitterly.
"Hmm," he pondered, a finger to his lips. "Well, it all depends on who I'm talking to. I only tell the truth. I wasn't taught to lie ... unless of course it's important. You, certainly, are not."
I wanted to smack him, but I did not. Sometimes I regret that decision. "Look Malfoy, answer me correctly or I'm going to turn and walk away. What the bloody hell do you want?"
He blinked innocently. The nerve! "Weasley, I already told you."
I shook my head disgustedly and turned. I began to walk away.
"Wait," Malfoy said hurriedly. He grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.
Suddenly I felt two warm lips pressed to mine. I gaped for a moment, then gave into his persistent kiss. I pulled his body to mine. His arms snaked around my neck, and his hands tangled themselves into my hair. He'd have killed me if I did that to his hair.
Our kissing lasted for what seemed like only seconds before we were interrupted by a loud gasp. Then I realized we were in a hallway, one that was hardly used, but anyone could have seen us, had they looked in the right direction. Someone had.
I pulled back from Malfoy quickly and looked in the direction the voice had come from. At the end of the hall stood a girl with wide, watery eyes. Hermione. She shook her head in disbelief, then turned and ran.
"Bugger!" I cursed. I ignored the annoyed look on Malfoy's face and chased after my friend, almost shoving Malfoy aside in the process.
Okay peeps. That's the next chapter. So, tell me what you think. Oh, and yes, there is a reason for Harry's strange behavior. I hadn't planned on it until I wrote it, but I worked it out and I will have the next chapter up soon as long as fanfiction.net doesn't mess up again. Make sure to review. I'll never forgive you if you don't. You may email me at Rebbiegirlmeyahoo.com if you have any questions. I may even be willing to give away hints as to what's going on ::waggles eyebrows:: Oh, and if nothing shows up again for a while check at slashfanfiction.com. I have my story there as well Anyway, I'd better go.
-Rebbie
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CH.4 Hands In Potions
The walk to breakfast was slow and quiet, at least I was quiet. Harry just would not quit gibbering about the friends he had made in the book, which we decided to call "The Fairy Tale Book." Then when he would finally stop talking, he would start to chant some song he said he had learned from the Queen.
I rolled my eyes. "Harry, that's interesting and all, but..." mid sentence I was interrupted by a body pressing against mine as it walked by. I gasped and turned my head to see who had brushed against me. Oh bugger! Of course, the person had to be Malfoy. He turned his head to look back at me. A small smirk was on his face, taunting. Malfoy kept walking.
Harry blinked. "Well, that was rude. People should think before they just walk into anything they feel like they ... Ron? Ron, what's the matter?"
I shook my head, snapping out of my trance, and looked at Harry. "What?" I asked stupidly. Later I felt pretty lame, plus embarrassed. I had hoped that neither of them noticed my gaping at Malfoy. Or at least that they didn't realize why I was gaping at him.
Hermione was looking at me strangely. "Ron," she asked quietly once we had continued our walk to the Great Hall, "did something happen that you've not told us about?"
I shook my head fervently. Maybe that wasn't a smooth move. "Malfoy's just being a prat." I squeaked. Then I coughed to try and recover my voice. "He's just a prat."
Hermione nodded slowly. She did believe me, right? Of course she didn't. Harry however, seemed content with my answer.
"I wouldn't worry too much Hermione," he said with a grin, "Ron and Malfoy are always getting it on."
"What?!" I spluttered in shock. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know. You and Malfoy are always getting into a fight or some kind of row. You two do it at least once a day, unless of course by some miracle you don't see each other." Harry nodded as if affirming his words. He frowned then and stopped talking. I guessed that he had gone back into fairy tale land.
After a few moments of silence something occurred to me. What if Malfoy tried something during breakfast? Suddenly I found myself hoping time would fly and we would not be able to finish our trip to the Great Hall because we would need to go to class.
Of course this did not happen, and even if time had flown I would still have had to put up with Malfoy during Potions class. The doors to the Great Hall soon loomed in front of me like my death penalty. If Malfoy did say something about the previous night where others could hear, chaos would surely ensue. Maybe he had already told everybody in Slytherin something, maybe even something that was not true. Oh sweet Merlin! I was so close to sicking up.
Harry was the first to walk through the double doors, then Hermione and I followed. Immediately the sound of incessant chatter met my ears. To my surprise, and relief, no heads turned at our entrance. No one really even seemed to notice us. So far so good. A brief glance towards the Slytherins told me that Malfoy was sitting by Crabbe and Goyle, as usual. So, I followed Harry and Hermione to the Gryffindor table.
Seamus looked at us warily, when we sat down. Harry sat beside him. "So, ah, Harry, you better then."
"I'm perfectly fine." Harry said nodding his head in Seamus's direction, but not really looking at him.
"So, I meant to ask you, Harry" I said shuffling some food onto my plate. "Are you still going through with the plan? You know, making a good grade in potions."
"Hmm?" Harry looked at me in shock, "Oh, I'd forgotten."
I rolled my eyes. Of course, the fairy tale book. "Harry, I think," I stopped when I realized Harry was paying me no attention. He was looking up at the teacher's table, at Snape, considering. Harry must have gone wacko. Just yesterday Harry would have likely stuck a knife in Snape's gut, today he seemed to not hold animosity towards anyone. Well, almost anyone.
I put my head to my hand and sighed. What a day. When I looked back up, I saw two steel grey eyes looking into mine. Malfoy. He smirked at me. Then his eyes moved sideways to Harry, who was now putting little pieces of bread all over Seamus's head. Seamus looked slightly put off. Harry giggled. Draco eyes widened, and his mouth fell open half in wonder, half in horror. This was getting ridiculous.
"Harry, stop!"
He looked at me surprised, "What's wrong, Ron?"
I almost laughed. "Wrong. You are. What's wrong with you Harry? Ever since you came out of that book you've been acting, I don't know, weird."
An indignant look came upon Harry's face. "Well, if that's how you feel," Harry almost pouted, standing to leave.
"Yes, it is. You're acting like a bloody fairy."
Harry's eyes flashed. "Is it a crime for me to be happy?!" Harry shouted. The great hall went silent, all heads turned to us. "Because I'm stupid, famous Harry Potter, I have to always be brooding over Voldemort! Or crying over my parent's death! Damn it, Ron. You're always laughing, and having a good time. You're always picking on people. Well, you know what? I don't want to be like you anyway! Bloody good friend you are! I hate you!" He stormed off, seething with rage.
Everyone turned to me with wide eyes. They were no where near surprised as I was.
"Don't worry, Ron," Hermione said soothingly, as they walked to potions class, "he'll come around. He's just had a hard day."
"Yeah," I said, only half listening. Did she really think I was comforted? Harry hated me?
"Poor Weasley," Malfoy said loudly to Crabbe and Goyle, as he walked by, "if I were as hopeless as him, I'd probably kill myself. Hey, maybe now he can get Potter to help. Oh, you know what I heard. I heard Potter in the ladies toilets, crying his eyes out. He's so strange."
I almost lunged at him, but Hermione's hand on my shoulder stopped me. Who cares if he told everybody what happened that night? I could tell everybody his secret! He couldn't talk about Harry that way.
"Bugger off, Malfoy. You're just a prat." Hermione snarled. I looked at her with appreciation. Malfoy sneered at her and stormed off.
"Good of you to say that," I said, shaking my head. "Hermione, if you had some dirt on someone like that, that you really didn't like, and they started acting like a real jerk, should you tell?"
"Ron, you shouldn't tell other people's secrets, unless by not telling them you'd be letting them get away with something horrible." She smiled. "Maybe something good will come from you keeping his secret."
I laughed. What gave her the impression the person was male? Okay, so it was kind of obvious that I was talking about Malfoy. Ah, who cares anyway?
"What good could come from keeping that ponce's secrets?" I asked, scowling. Heh. Ponce.
Hermione laughed. "I don't know, Ron. I don't know."
Harry was in potions class, but he didn't sit by me. He ended up literally pushing Dean out of his chair to sit by Seamus. Hermione found it amusing. I was slightly disturbed. I was even starting to wonder if someone had taken over my friend's body. Seamus kept looking at Harry out of the corner of his eyes. I felt sorry for the poor lad.
Harry sitting by Seamus wasn't the only odd event, but the other was ten times as disturbing. Malfoy sat beside me. He walked in, shaking his bloody arse like a bloody fairy. Not like I minded much though. Then he just took the seat, before Hermione could. Oh, I didn't see that coming. He looked sideways at me and smirked. Then he winked at me. Winked! In public! Bugger!
"Hey, Weasley," he whispered to me. I did not reply. My situation couldn't possibly have gotten worse. Then it did.
Half the class went by with Malfoy smirking and glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. Then, with maybe ten minutes left, I felt a sudden, warm weight on one of my legs. Slowly I looked down, dreading what I might find. However, what I did find wasn't at all what I had expected. Instead of some disgusting and slimy creature, or something like that, I saw a hand. Long and thin fingers, with pale skin, lead to a hand, then to an arm and its owner, who was still smirking at the front of the room. He didn't even seem to notice, but maybe that was intentional. I squirmed uneasily. I had gotten away with not speaking to him so far during potions, but this was a dire situation.
"Malfoy," I whispered, uncertainly, "your hand."
"I know," he answered shortly. He did not even turn to look at me when he spoke. His hand did not move either. Well, not away from my leg anyway. His hand moved up my leg, along my thigh. I inhaled sharply when he brushed against my "hem." Well, you know.
I tried to brush his hand away, but somehow he managed to evade all of my attempts, and still manage to rub his hand against me at the same time. This went on for what seemed like forever. Then Snape interrupted.
"Mr. Weasley, have you found something interesting down there? Something you didn't know was there before, perhaps?" Snape sneered evilly at me from behind his desk.
My ears burned with embarrassment from his question. I shook my head fiercely, quickly bringing my hands away from that area. Every Slytherin snickered behind their hands, some Gryffindors did too. Well, Malfoy didn't, but his smirk widened until his face was nearly split by it.
"Good. Now do your work." Snape's gaze flickered briefly to Malfoy before he commenced once again his lecture on some potion, I'm not exactly sure what. Did he know what was going on? Bloody hell! Malfoy's hand had not left its position when mine had.
I had to use every scrap of will power I had to keep from arching up into his touch. I was quietly begging the class to end soon. Before I lost control. I never live the embarrassment down if I came in the classroom. I was so tempted to reach down there again and push his hands away, but then everyone would realize something was going on.
God! That was starting to feel good. So good. Ah, the bell. I started to get up. Wait a minute. Everyone would see. Bloody hell. I would just have to wait until I was the only one left. I pretended to be taking my time with my books. Hermione offered to wait for me, but I told her to go on. Malfoy waited though, no matter what I said to try and get him to leave.
"Oh, come on Weasley," he said finally, "I already know you've got a hard on. After all, I am the one who gave it to you. Sure you don't want my help?"
"Bloody hell. No!" I tried my best to cover up my erection, and trying to think of un-sexual thoughts, as I rushed away from the room. Away from Malfoy.
"Weasley! Damn it, Weasley! Slow the bloody hell down!" A voice called to me as I rushed down the hallway.
For some odd reason I listened. I stopped and waited for him to catch up. When he did, I could see a smirk tugging at the corner on his lips.
"What?" I asked, annoyed. After the events that had taken place earlier that day in potions class, I had been trying my best to keep out of Malfoy's way. I did not want another hard on.
Malfoy ignored my question. "Damn. If you don't stop being so hard to catch up with, you and your damned long legs, then I might have to stop chasing."
"And that would be a bad thing how?" I inquired, mockingly.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. Then, for the life of me I didn't understand him, I still don't, he grinned and stepped a little too close to me. "Weasley, you're such a tease." He traced a finger slowly back and forth, over my chest.
Oh gods! Was he flirting with me? My eyes widened about as much as possible, and I took a step backwards. He followed.
"Malfoy, just tell me what you want," I said, almost ready to beg. Almost.
"You," he answered simply.
"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes and pushed him away.
"Is that so hard to believe? You're not exactly dog ugly. Close, but not." Malfoy smirked casually. How does he do that? Don't ask me.
"Is it not possible for you to have a conversation without insulting someone?" I asked bitterly.
"Hmm," he pondered, a finger to his lips. "Well, it all depends on who I'm talking to. I only tell the truth. I wasn't taught to lie ... unless of course it's important. You, certainly, are not."
I wanted to smack him, but I did not. Sometimes I regret that decision. "Look Malfoy, answer me correctly or I'm going to turn and walk away. What the bloody hell do you want?"
He blinked innocently. The nerve! "Weasley, I already told you."
I shook my head disgustedly and turned. I began to walk away.
"Wait," Malfoy said hurriedly. He grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.
Suddenly I felt two warm lips pressed to mine. I gaped for a moment, then gave into his persistent kiss. I pulled his body to mine. His arms snaked around my neck, and his hands tangled themselves into my hair. He'd have killed me if I did that to his hair.
Our kissing lasted for what seemed like only seconds before we were interrupted by a loud gasp. Then I realized we were in a hallway, one that was hardly used, but anyone could have seen us, had they looked in the right direction. Someone had.
I pulled back from Malfoy quickly and looked in the direction the voice had come from. At the end of the hall stood a girl with wide, watery eyes. Hermione. She shook her head in disbelief, then turned and ran.
"Bugger!" I cursed. I ignored the annoyed look on Malfoy's face and chased after my friend, almost shoving Malfoy aside in the process.
Okay peeps. That's the next chapter. So, tell me what you think. Oh, and yes, there is a reason for Harry's strange behavior. I hadn't planned on it until I wrote it, but I worked it out and I will have the next chapter up soon as long as fanfiction.net doesn't mess up again. Make sure to review. I'll never forgive you if you don't. You may email me at Rebbiegirlmeyahoo.com if you have any questions. I may even be willing to give away hints as to what's going on ::waggles eyebrows:: Oh, and if nothing shows up again for a while check at slashfanfiction.com. I have my story there as well Anyway, I'd better go.
-Rebbie