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"Do paranoid schizophrenic agnostic dyslexic insomniacs lie awake at night wondering if they might be the dog that's out to get them?" Harry blurted out randomly, in yet another one of there meetings where they were supposedly scheming, grabbing another card from the deck Draco was holding out to him that totally screwed his hand; bugger.
The blank expression on Draco's face was worth it. I'd be damned if I could answer these bloody questions from smart-ass Gryffindors, thought Draco to himself, mildly surprised at Harry's questions; it was yet another one of his attempts to appear 'sophisticated' in front of Draco - amusing as they were – his attempts were all futile.
"What are you? An eight year old, grow up!" screeched Draco, all bothered he hadn't the slightest clue what the Gryffindor was jabbering on about, "Religious nut," Draco murmurs underneath his breath, still ridiculing Harry's bizarre preaching on the words of this so-called God. Lunatics; these Muggles are.
"God loves everyone, but probably prefers 'fruits of the spirit' over 'religious nuts', Draco," Harry sermonized, taking a haughty air, earning him a scoff from Draco; who was taunting Draco's devotion to the person Harry thinks is the salvation of the world. Pretty pathetic.
"Right," Draco murmured, not really listening to the stupid boy babble on about Merlin knows what, "I have another thing to add to our everlasting list of 'why it wouldn't workout with me and Her- ... the Mudblood', tell you the truth; can't believe I didn't think of it before: Father. I'll be damned if he knew," Draco scribbled this on the parchment,
"Oh," was Harry's only reply,
"We should start acting soon, you know, your little Weasel pet is getting quite snug with Granger at the moment, not to mention Pansy's starting to get some shameless ideas," Draco mocked a shudder at the last remark,
"Ron? What? Really?" asked Harry, caught unaware of the situation; Draco just had to roll his eyes,
"Really, Potter, are you really as dim-witted as you seem? The stupid Whore is turning into a man-eater, she's gone through so many people, getting all googly eyed and everything," Draco drawled,
"Googly?" muttered Harry underneath his breath; very silently; still carrying on their 'game' to poke fun at whatever diverse word the other uses,
"Actually, I heard she was turning her head to some Ravenclaws and... dare I say it? Hufflepuffs!!!" Draco continued, ignoring Harry's sharp remark,
"I don't see why you have to label Hermione as a 'stupid whore'," began Harry, before Draco interrupted,
"Well, we both know she is, c'mon...you...me.... no one knows who else," argued Draco, and consciously sighed, "I don't really see why we should continue on with our little plan, stupid whore," he continued to mutter underneath his breath,
"I...Well...That's... not true," Harry protested, earning him a questioning look of an arched eyebrow from Draco, "Hermione is definitely not stupid; God help me if she is, so if that's not true the slightest... she surely can't be a whore," beamed Harry at his twisted logic,
"Are you on crack, Potter? Seriously, you religious nut, am I supposed to understand that?"
"Shut up, Malfoy. Just... shut up," Harry wavered, totally confused; Draco knew of Dope but not of God? Before he could expand on this thought he was distracted.
"I'm going to eat." Draco declared suddenly, either sensing Harry had somehow gotten a good hand... somehow by some sort of psychic wave known only to participants of the Dark Arts; or that Draco caught on to Harry's grinning from ear to ear, gazing only at his cards... and the ridiculous way Harry tried to hide it by imitating Draco's way of snide smugness.
Hermione glanced up as she saw the two unlikely people immerging at once from what appears to be the same place. It actually looked like they were enjoying each other's company.
"What a twisted world we live in," she heard Lavender murmur, and softly sighed to her at the two drop-dead gorgeous guys.
"What I would give to have just one of them," Parvati sighed and intentionally gazed at Hermione,
Hermione watched as Draco narrowed his eyes, taking a superior manner and glanced down at Harry, as if glaring at Harry with contempt; Harry lowered his gaze, submissively mocking the blow and acted as if he was hurt and offended. The quick private games continued, before they parted; each going separate ways to their separate tables.
Hermione still looked up at them, and saw each of their gazes roam around the room as if they were interested in anything but the other... only to have one of them to break the enchantment, and glance at the other whereas it was returned with a look of triumph. These maddening games lasted all meal.
Their little secret amusing games, which excluded everyone but Harry and Draco themselves, had been going on now for about a week and a half. Harry had been missing whenever he had spare time for over about 2 weeks. Or course Hermione noticed. She definitely not cared. Not the slightest. Really.
But after the first week, people started noticing; where was their renowned hero; where was The Boy Who Lived? People speculated that maybe Harry was withdrawing from them, not accepting Cedric's death; it had been a deep blow to their saviour to witness such thing. But No; Hermione knew Harry; she had helped him overcome this a year back, during their fifth year.
But what was he doing with Malfoy? No matter how they both denied it, there was something going on. She didn't like it.
The ludicrous thing was; gossip started heating up with when no one answered them; people started speculation of an idea of Harry and Draco having a friendship... and sometimes more. Ron jumped up to the rescue on this particular issue, denying any possibility that Harry could be, in any way, involved with Malfoy.
Hermione stole a glance at Ron, she pitied him; he too was cast away from Harry. They had to stick together. She would have loved to stick with him on his very strong and firm – sometimes too strong and too firm - belief in Harry.
The idea was, of course, absurd... but the thing was; such intimate glances at each other; such private smiles reserved only for the two; such expressions only they can decipher. There was a sense of warmness surrounding the two, no doubt, but such sense of confidential and so private, as if in there own little world... it was disturbing. Such a cherished connection...which used to be shared with her; it was disturbing.
She thought about confronting Harry about his strange disappearances; but he'd probably try making a move on her again. Hermione would definitely not consider going to Draco.
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