~Shocking is Good~
Hours later, Harry looked up at the sun looming almost directly over them, "It's almost time for the train to arrive."
Draco curiously looked over to the darker man next to him, "You can tell the time by looking at the sun?"
Harry nodded, "Sirius taught me last year." He slapped a hand over his mouth at the words he'd just let slip out.
Draco eyed the boy next to him, "Sirius? Who's Sirius?"
Harry removed his hand, trying to think of something to say. Obviously, Draco didn't know he was talking about the escaped convict, Sirius Black. His mouth started to open and close, much like a fish.
The blonde furrowed his eyebrows at the silence, "Sirius who? I don't remember any Sirius in Hogwarts. What is he: a relative, friend, ex- boyfriend?"
Harry finally snapped out of his contemplation. He thought the best idea was to tell Draco the truth, "I was talking about Sirius Black."
"Sirius Black," Draco repeated, "Wasn't he the guy who escaped from Azkaban about four years ago?"
"Yeah, he's my godfather."
"You're godfather?!" Draco's eyes shot open.
"It's a long story."
"I've got as long as you need."
Harry smiled at the blonde beside him. His insides crawled with a warm feeling, "You may, but we don't. Hermione and Ron, not to mention Pansy, will have a fit if we're not waiting for them when they get back."
The two changed their direction and started back to the castle.
"Don't tell Pansy about me almost kicking the bucket," Draco winced at the memory of Pansy coddling over him, "She'll never be able to let me be in peace again."
Harry chuckled, "I wasn't gonna say anything, except maybe to Hermione. I was going to ask her about that ring and see exactly what it is."
Draco began twisting the small band around his finger, "I was thinking about that myself over the past week. What is this?"
"If it's anything, Hermione should be able to tell us."
"Yeah, if it's in a book, that know-it-all Mudblood would be able to tell us."
"Draco!" Harry spun around facing the blonde in shock, who had a look of surprise on his own face.
"Oops," Draco's cheeks tinged slightly, "Habit, sorry."
Draco was waiting for Harry to start yelling at him, but instead, all the raven-haired did was laugh and start pulling him toward the castle.
"Come on," Harry smiled.
Draco began to laugh, too, and the two raced up to Gryffindor tower.
"I won!" Draco shouted as he practically ran into the Fat Lady portrait.
"Really," the Fat Lady huffed, "How rude!"
Harry caught up finally, and the two burst out into giggles.
The Fat Lady turned her nose upward, "Well I never!"
"S-Sorry," Harry managed through his fit, "C-Carmel apple."
The entrance swung open and the two rushed inside immediately plopping down into the chairs by the fireplace.
The fire burned brightly creating a warm glow over the two boys. The heat crept inside each of them sinking into the depths of their bodies.
No more had they settled in a shrieking, "Draco!" echoed throughout the room.
The two boys jumped, but Draco got smashed down to the ground again by two arms crushing him around his neck pulling him to the floor.
"P-Pan-sy!" Draco hissed, "R-Really to-oo t-tight!"
"Oh, sorry..." Pansy blushed, but eventually got off of the almost suffocated blonde and pulled them both to their feet.
Harry giggled as his eyes landed on a certain brunette and redhead, "Hey, Ron, Hermione!"
The trio rushed to each other in a group hug.
"How have you been, Harry?" Hermione smiled, "and Draco looks so much better!"
"Yeah," Harry glanced back over at Draco, "He's cured."
"Oh, Harry! That's so great!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Very good to hear," Ron continued to laugh at the overexcited Pansy.
"So, tell me, what cured him?" Hermione was practically bouncing up and down by now.
Harry looked over at Ron who was still engaged in the other pair. He gave her his best 'I'll-Tell-You-Later' stare. She seemed to get the message and nodded.
Harry looked over at Draco, who was back on the floor, and laughed. He could be heard clear across the room shouting, "Really, Pansy! I'm alright! No, you *don't* have to check me over. Pomfrey did that already!"
Draco finally looked over and locked eyes with Harry. Harry gave him his best sympathetic look when Draco looked like he wanted to run far away from the questioning girl beside him.
Hermione sidled up to Harry and whispered in his ear, "Are you going to let him suffer?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders and smirked, "Why not?"
Hermione smiled at him snickering a bit. Ron came up and draped an arm around Harry's neck, "So how's my best mate been?"
"Better," Harry stated firmly. He took another glance at Draco who was trying his hardest to keep his shirt on, literally. Pansy was tugging at it to see if he was hiding anything from her.
"Parkinson!" Draco yelled, "I am not hiding anything from you under my shirt! I am perfectly fine! Let go of me!"
Pansy finally stopped pulling and stood up, "Fine, Draco."
Draco laid on the floor breathing a little harder, "Females..."
Harry covered up a chuckle and turned back to his two friends, "So how was Christmas? What have you two been up too?"
Ron grinned, "My dad got a pay raise! I got a new broomstick!"
"That's great Ron!" Harry practically cheered. It was about time the Weasleys' got a financial break, "What model?"
"The model's only a few years old, but I got a Fire Blazer!"
Harry was truly glad for Ron's happiness. He looked from Ron to Hermione, "How about you? What'd you get?"
Hermione's face also broke out into a smile. She held up her wrist. Attached was a small golden chain that held what looked to be a flute no bigger then a muggle dog whistle.
"A whistle?" Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"It's spelled to play when I get overstressed. My parents were worried about all the tension I build up. It will play to calm my nerves, and it helps me think better."
Harry smiled, "That's exactly what you needed."
"I know," Hermione fingered the little flute. She got a little gleam in her eyes, "How is everything between you and Draco?"
A small blush formed over Harry's entire face.
"Really, Hermione," Ron gruffed, "I really don't want to hear about this right before we go have lunch. We're already late!"
"Grow up, Ron," her attention focused back on Harry, "So, did anything happen?"
Harry felt his cheeks redden even more, "Well... I..."
Before he could get the rest of the sentence out, the trio heard Pansy shriek, "He did what?!!"
The next thing Harry knew was that somebody had thrown their self completely on him, almost knocking him over. Something was squeezing the hell out of his neck and it was hard to breathe.
"Oh, Harry!" Pansy squealed, "You asked Draco out! That's so cute! You even gave him a ring!"
Ron gasped and Hermione's lips curled upward in a smile.
Pansy finally detached herself from a very red Harry. Ron shook his head trying to rid the shock while Hermione gave Harry her own hug; a softer, more breathable hug.
"Congratulations," Hermione whispered into his ear.
"Thanks."
Ron finally knocked back into reality. He put a smile on, "Well, as your best mate, I am forced to be happy for you even though you did pick a pain in the arse to go out with."
He pulled Harry into a hug of his own, "You know, I'm happy for you, really."
"Thanks, Ron," Harry was kind of surprised. He had expected Ron to be a little more surprised, but hanging out with Hermione for seven years must have did him a load of good, "That means a lot to me."
Ron pulled back smiling, "Well, I'm getting hungry; haven't had anything since breakfast this morning."
Hermione nodded, "Neither have I. You three coming?"
Pansy nodded her head while Draco finally saddled up next to Harry, looking a bit disheveled. Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's waist. Pansy cooed at the sight making Draco look even more annoyed.
"Come on, Pansy," Hermione giggled as she steered the other girl out the portrait entrance, followed by Ron, and finally Harry and Draco.
The couple stayed behind the other three, leisurely strolling through the empty hallways. A thought kept repeatedly scratching the tip of Harry's mind though, and it must have showed on his face.
"What are you thinking about, Harry?" Draco took a glance over at the other boy who looked deep in thought.
"Huh? Oh... uh... nothing really."
Draco gave him a glare that clearly showed he didn't believe him.
Harry sighed, "Alright. I was just thinking if we should just stroll on into the Great Hall like this. I mean with me hanging off your waist. Wouldn't that be kind of... shocking?"
Draco got an evil gleam in his eyes and Harry watched uneasily as a smirk slowly drew its way across his lips, "Shocking is good."
An unsettling feeling sunk its way to the pit of Harry's stomach, "What are you planning?"
The gleam just grew, "Come closer."
Harry leaned closer, watching as Draco glanced around as Hermione, Ron, and Pansy strolled into the Great Hall. After making sure no one was around, the blonde tipped his lips and began to whisper something. As Harry listened, a malevolence grin of his own gradually twisted its way onto his face.
Hours later, Harry looked up at the sun looming almost directly over them, "It's almost time for the train to arrive."
Draco curiously looked over to the darker man next to him, "You can tell the time by looking at the sun?"
Harry nodded, "Sirius taught me last year." He slapped a hand over his mouth at the words he'd just let slip out.
Draco eyed the boy next to him, "Sirius? Who's Sirius?"
Harry removed his hand, trying to think of something to say. Obviously, Draco didn't know he was talking about the escaped convict, Sirius Black. His mouth started to open and close, much like a fish.
The blonde furrowed his eyebrows at the silence, "Sirius who? I don't remember any Sirius in Hogwarts. What is he: a relative, friend, ex- boyfriend?"
Harry finally snapped out of his contemplation. He thought the best idea was to tell Draco the truth, "I was talking about Sirius Black."
"Sirius Black," Draco repeated, "Wasn't he the guy who escaped from Azkaban about four years ago?"
"Yeah, he's my godfather."
"You're godfather?!" Draco's eyes shot open.
"It's a long story."
"I've got as long as you need."
Harry smiled at the blonde beside him. His insides crawled with a warm feeling, "You may, but we don't. Hermione and Ron, not to mention Pansy, will have a fit if we're not waiting for them when they get back."
The two changed their direction and started back to the castle.
"Don't tell Pansy about me almost kicking the bucket," Draco winced at the memory of Pansy coddling over him, "She'll never be able to let me be in peace again."
Harry chuckled, "I wasn't gonna say anything, except maybe to Hermione. I was going to ask her about that ring and see exactly what it is."
Draco began twisting the small band around his finger, "I was thinking about that myself over the past week. What is this?"
"If it's anything, Hermione should be able to tell us."
"Yeah, if it's in a book, that know-it-all Mudblood would be able to tell us."
"Draco!" Harry spun around facing the blonde in shock, who had a look of surprise on his own face.
"Oops," Draco's cheeks tinged slightly, "Habit, sorry."
Draco was waiting for Harry to start yelling at him, but instead, all the raven-haired did was laugh and start pulling him toward the castle.
"Come on," Harry smiled.
Draco began to laugh, too, and the two raced up to Gryffindor tower.
"I won!" Draco shouted as he practically ran into the Fat Lady portrait.
"Really," the Fat Lady huffed, "How rude!"
Harry caught up finally, and the two burst out into giggles.
The Fat Lady turned her nose upward, "Well I never!"
"S-Sorry," Harry managed through his fit, "C-Carmel apple."
The entrance swung open and the two rushed inside immediately plopping down into the chairs by the fireplace.
The fire burned brightly creating a warm glow over the two boys. The heat crept inside each of them sinking into the depths of their bodies.
No more had they settled in a shrieking, "Draco!" echoed throughout the room.
The two boys jumped, but Draco got smashed down to the ground again by two arms crushing him around his neck pulling him to the floor.
"P-Pan-sy!" Draco hissed, "R-Really to-oo t-tight!"
"Oh, sorry..." Pansy blushed, but eventually got off of the almost suffocated blonde and pulled them both to their feet.
Harry giggled as his eyes landed on a certain brunette and redhead, "Hey, Ron, Hermione!"
The trio rushed to each other in a group hug.
"How have you been, Harry?" Hermione smiled, "and Draco looks so much better!"
"Yeah," Harry glanced back over at Draco, "He's cured."
"Oh, Harry! That's so great!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Very good to hear," Ron continued to laugh at the overexcited Pansy.
"So, tell me, what cured him?" Hermione was practically bouncing up and down by now.
Harry looked over at Ron who was still engaged in the other pair. He gave her his best 'I'll-Tell-You-Later' stare. She seemed to get the message and nodded.
Harry looked over at Draco, who was back on the floor, and laughed. He could be heard clear across the room shouting, "Really, Pansy! I'm alright! No, you *don't* have to check me over. Pomfrey did that already!"
Draco finally looked over and locked eyes with Harry. Harry gave him his best sympathetic look when Draco looked like he wanted to run far away from the questioning girl beside him.
Hermione sidled up to Harry and whispered in his ear, "Are you going to let him suffer?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders and smirked, "Why not?"
Hermione smiled at him snickering a bit. Ron came up and draped an arm around Harry's neck, "So how's my best mate been?"
"Better," Harry stated firmly. He took another glance at Draco who was trying his hardest to keep his shirt on, literally. Pansy was tugging at it to see if he was hiding anything from her.
"Parkinson!" Draco yelled, "I am not hiding anything from you under my shirt! I am perfectly fine! Let go of me!"
Pansy finally stopped pulling and stood up, "Fine, Draco."
Draco laid on the floor breathing a little harder, "Females..."
Harry covered up a chuckle and turned back to his two friends, "So how was Christmas? What have you two been up too?"
Ron grinned, "My dad got a pay raise! I got a new broomstick!"
"That's great Ron!" Harry practically cheered. It was about time the Weasleys' got a financial break, "What model?"
"The model's only a few years old, but I got a Fire Blazer!"
Harry was truly glad for Ron's happiness. He looked from Ron to Hermione, "How about you? What'd you get?"
Hermione's face also broke out into a smile. She held up her wrist. Attached was a small golden chain that held what looked to be a flute no bigger then a muggle dog whistle.
"A whistle?" Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"It's spelled to play when I get overstressed. My parents were worried about all the tension I build up. It will play to calm my nerves, and it helps me think better."
Harry smiled, "That's exactly what you needed."
"I know," Hermione fingered the little flute. She got a little gleam in her eyes, "How is everything between you and Draco?"
A small blush formed over Harry's entire face.
"Really, Hermione," Ron gruffed, "I really don't want to hear about this right before we go have lunch. We're already late!"
"Grow up, Ron," her attention focused back on Harry, "So, did anything happen?"
Harry felt his cheeks redden even more, "Well... I..."
Before he could get the rest of the sentence out, the trio heard Pansy shriek, "He did what?!!"
The next thing Harry knew was that somebody had thrown their self completely on him, almost knocking him over. Something was squeezing the hell out of his neck and it was hard to breathe.
"Oh, Harry!" Pansy squealed, "You asked Draco out! That's so cute! You even gave him a ring!"
Ron gasped and Hermione's lips curled upward in a smile.
Pansy finally detached herself from a very red Harry. Ron shook his head trying to rid the shock while Hermione gave Harry her own hug; a softer, more breathable hug.
"Congratulations," Hermione whispered into his ear.
"Thanks."
Ron finally knocked back into reality. He put a smile on, "Well, as your best mate, I am forced to be happy for you even though you did pick a pain in the arse to go out with."
He pulled Harry into a hug of his own, "You know, I'm happy for you, really."
"Thanks, Ron," Harry was kind of surprised. He had expected Ron to be a little more surprised, but hanging out with Hermione for seven years must have did him a load of good, "That means a lot to me."
Ron pulled back smiling, "Well, I'm getting hungry; haven't had anything since breakfast this morning."
Hermione nodded, "Neither have I. You three coming?"
Pansy nodded her head while Draco finally saddled up next to Harry, looking a bit disheveled. Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's waist. Pansy cooed at the sight making Draco look even more annoyed.
"Come on, Pansy," Hermione giggled as she steered the other girl out the portrait entrance, followed by Ron, and finally Harry and Draco.
The couple stayed behind the other three, leisurely strolling through the empty hallways. A thought kept repeatedly scratching the tip of Harry's mind though, and it must have showed on his face.
"What are you thinking about, Harry?" Draco took a glance over at the other boy who looked deep in thought.
"Huh? Oh... uh... nothing really."
Draco gave him a glare that clearly showed he didn't believe him.
Harry sighed, "Alright. I was just thinking if we should just stroll on into the Great Hall like this. I mean with me hanging off your waist. Wouldn't that be kind of... shocking?"
Draco got an evil gleam in his eyes and Harry watched uneasily as a smirk slowly drew its way across his lips, "Shocking is good."
An unsettling feeling sunk its way to the pit of Harry's stomach, "What are you planning?"
The gleam just grew, "Come closer."
Harry leaned closer, watching as Draco glanced around as Hermione, Ron, and Pansy strolled into the Great Hall. After making sure no one was around, the blonde tipped his lips and began to whisper something. As Harry listened, a malevolence grin of his own gradually twisted its way onto his face.