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Seven Minutes in Heaven
Chapter three
Broomstick wonder
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Draco groaned, he hated herbology permanently. Professor Sprout had decided to reintroduce them with those horrid mandrakes. Those things wailing throughout the whole class session. He ached to take a scalpel and stab the thing square in the chest. His ears ringed, despite those hideously fashioned ear muffs he had to wear as protection. The little bugger he was forced to deal with nipped him on the finger. Stupid plant.
"Draco? You all right mate?" Blaise asked concerned.
"No? I'm dying from a life threatening disease and I should be rushed off to the infirmary immediately." His voice dripping with sarcasm.
His friend shrugged, dismissing any previous worries. It seemed that Draco was fine and in a cruddy mood. The mandrake must of really got to him, or maybe it was because of his little errand concerning Potter earlier. He had a feeling that Transfiguration would be hell for any Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff heck even Slytherin standing in his way.
"Of all the sodding plants in the world! It had to be one that screams! And those horrid thorns!" The blonde raved.
Pansy joined them awhile later, looking particularly cheerful, which was unusual since she had just come from divination, her most hated class. She always moaned on about the unbelievable Trelawny and her ruddy fake fortunes. Pansy just seemed to ooze sunshine, which was starting to freak out more than a few first years. They ran from the halls screaming on more than one occasion. It was probably the smile.
"Geeze, what's made you all happy-go-lucky? Banged another bloke?"
Pansy just laughed. "No way. Not today. Even you can't bring me down. For your information Dean Thomas is a pretty good lay."
The boys' faces contorted in horror feeling the sudden urge to gag.
"A-a Gryf-findor?"
She pouted. "What's a good shagging without sampling a few potential prospects?"
Draco muttered something incoherent while Blaise looked forward appreciating a very attractive brunette walking with his buddies at the other end of the corridor.
"Excuse me. I've got some business to attend to." He grinned, sprinting towards the brown haired boy.
Draco rolled his eyes, the git was going to get himself late, and McGonagall was going to have a fit. He turned around the corner, with Pansy following closely behind him.
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Harry sighed, coming out of a very tiring Herbology. Malfoy had managed to dodge him throughout the whole day. The git. After being dismissed by Madame Pomfrey, he set out a search for the Slytherin and came back to the dormitories empty handed.
Every time he got too close, Goyle or Crabbe got in the way. Which reminded him, to why Pansy had come tumbling out of one of the rooms. But before he could get a word in, she dashed away leaving a disgruntled Millicent running after her, frog free of course. Pansy was definitely an odd one, running around and muddling in other peoples' relationships. Er, Not like he and Malfoy were an item or anything.
In a speck of red and brown, Hermione and Ron appeared, originating from the library. The brown haired girl waved whilst Ron bellowed.
"Harry!"
He halted, waiting for the other two to catch up.
"All right," Hermione shifted the books in her arms. "Let's head to Transfiguration."
Both boys nodded.
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Snape was absolutely livid. As soon as he had come into range, Poppy had started screeching pulling him by the ear, ranting on about her continuous years of loyal service and her lack of respect from fellow staff members. This continued on for fifteen minutes before Flitwick and McGonagall rushed to the scene. Calming the enraged witch. Luckily for him, she didn't hex him into the next millennium with the trouble, he, apparently caused. Soon after, he was summoned to the Headmaster's office and lectured on 'Safety issues' regarding unidentified potions. Some idiot students had also taken the liberty of the stealing some of his valued potion ingredients and his headache reliever when he was away. He could still feel the headache marching on in full force.
His eyes narrowed as a batch of terrified first years sauntered into the classroom. He stood up from his desk, his black robes sweeping behind him.
"Turn to page one-hundred-eighteen."
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Draco propped his feet onto the table top, dismissing McGonagall's pointed stare. Blaise sat next to him, swooning over the brunette he had been conversing with minutes earlier in the hallway. He was beginning to think that his best friend was smitten, a Ravenclaw no less. As soon as the boys parted it was 'Rone this' and 'Rone that'. What kind of person names their kid Rone anyway? Clearly, they need counseling and classes in pure blooded sophistication.
His head snapped towards the doorway, Harry strolling through the door, his green eyes intent on his own. Green blazed with determination. Clearly, Harry was not going to give up and forget about it without a fight. Harry paused at his table before breaking his gaze and taking his seat.
Plan B would be set into action which, cleverly thought in the recesses of his mind, was to beg and grovel at Pansy's feet for guidance. Un-Malfoyish? Well, this was a exception. His freaking reputation was at stake! That was something he could not afford to tarnish, well sort of.
Professor McGonagall walked toward the center of the classroom, instructing them on their next assignment. Sliding his feet off the desk he sat forward cradling his chin in his palm in faint interest. Pansy sat at the desk in front of him ogling Terry Boot like a piece of fresh meat.
Damn wench couldn't keep her cherry to herself.
He cursed a folded up piece of parchment smacked him in the middle of his forehead. Harry grinned giving a mock salute before turning back around. Scowling, he unfolded the note reading the green scrawl.
Me? Kid? I think not. Me. You. Kissing. Explain.
H.P
He snatched the quill from his bag pulling out his silver tinted ink. He scribbled furiously accidentally making a huge blot in the upper right corner of the parchment. Finished, he silently accio-ed it towards the back of Potter's head, the sound of paper cutting through air heard distinctively in the background of McGonagall's lecture.
Harry swore as something hard hit him in the back of his head. Bloody bastard.
Me? Kiss you? Must of been you fantasizing about me. The-gay-boy-who-lived-and-is-smitten-with-Malfoy. Perfect name for you isn't it? Keep dreaming Potter.
D.M
His face resembled a ripe tomato, the words slowly digesting into his conscience. Malfoy snickered, blowing kisses and making kissy faces.
Sod off. I could say the same about you Malfoy! Two words. Marcus. Flint.
H.P
He accio-ed back the message unaware of the transfiguration professor's all-seeing eyes.
"Mr. Potter! I will not have note-passing in my class!" McGonagall reprimanded seeing the note soaring towards Draco's outstretched hand. Immediately levitating the note towards her hand she flicked her wand once. The parchment was reduced to ash and quickly disposed of. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly displeased at the brunette's behavior.
"Yes Professor."
Ron and Hermione sent him a questioning glance. He shrugged. Still, he wasn't able to get the information needed from the blonde. He would have to try later possibly during detention. Malfoy would be trapped like a rat. Or rather a ferret.
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Pansy gave a sneaky grin, aware of the note-passing between the two boys. Everything was going as planned maybe even better. The interaction between the two were so cute. She was sure, that they were made for each other. The tips from Trelawny and the books from the library confirmed everything. Heck, maybe they were soulmates. Soon enough, they'll be snogging and shagging to hormones' delight. She sent Millicent a secretive glance. Terry Boot would have to wait. She had much more important tasks in her agenda to be completed.
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A few screw ups and spells later...
Professor McGonagall gave her parting words before dismissing the class. Harry and Draco were instructed to stay back by her strict orders. They both strode towards the front where the Professor patiently sat.
"I expect you to report to me straight after Dinner. If not," She gave both boys a stern glance. "There will be dire consequences."
With that said, They quickly made their way to the Great hall.
"Smooth move Potter." Draco sneered.
"It's your fault to begin with." He retorted.
The slytherin looked appalled. "My fault? You started it."
"Whatever." He pushed past Draco and walked towards the Gryffindor table. Draco seethed, stupid Potter had the nerve to brush him off. Oh was he going to get it.
Once again, Blaise greeted him along with the rest of the gang.
"What's the matter Drake?" Pansy asked sensing his distress.
"Nothing." He muttered unfolding his napkin and arranging it in his lap. At the moment, his wished Pansy would drop it. But that, unfortunately, was not the case. Setting her fork down, she queried the blonde.
"Oh come on. Surely there must be more than 'nothing'."
He didn't answer reaching for one of the butter rolls on the platter. Pansy scrunched her nose, swatting his hand away. He scowled.
"Sod off."
A spark of hurt passed through her eyes before she replied. "Fine."
He felt a tad guilty but sometimes it was necessary for these type of things. Pansy shouldn't nose in others' business. It was quite unfitting for her. Plus it would do some good on her morality.
Millicent gave him a wary stare. "She was only trying to help."
He looked at her for a moment, his gaze intense, before breaking away and continuing with his dinner. Their section of the table fell silent.
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"Hey Harry? Want to cram for Binns' exam after dinner?" Hermione suggested. Ron gave him a pleading look, hoping that he wasn't the only one caught up in their friend's ruthless studying habits. He shook his head.
"'Fraid I can't. I've got detention with McGonagall."
Ron swore. Hermione giving him a sympathetic glance. "With Malfoy right?"
He nodded.
"Sorry again for dragging you to the party." Ron muttered.
He shrugged. "It's all right."
"Speaking of Malfoy what were you doing in Tranfiguration?"
"Err.. Forget about it."
Hermione looked skeptical but said nothing.
"Anyway," Ron took a bite out of his drumstick. "What about the quidditch match coming up?"
The table was yet again plunged into a deep conversation of flying positions and maneuvers.
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As soon as their stomachs were filled with their hearts content, they headed to the classroom. Harry and Draco arguing on their way there.
"For the love of God Potter."
"I don't sleep around like you do."
"Shut the hell up. Geeze your such a virgin."
"Am not."
"Oh really. Sex." Harry flinched. "Sex. Sex. Sex."
"Bloody hell! Shut the hell up!"
"Scared Potter?"
Draco's eyes widened as he felt himself being lifted off the ground and backed into the nearest wall, the feeling of Harry's warm breath misting on his cheek.
His vivid green eyes flashed intensely. "You wish Malfoy."
He supressed a groan, not that he'd ever admit it, but for some sick and twisted reason, that really turned him on. As he was lowered back onto the floor, he straightened his collar and tie, trying to maintain as much sophistication as possible. Damn Potter and his stupid sexiness. Damn it all.
Neither of them had said a word as they reached the Transfiguration classroom.
Professor McGonagall sat at her desk expectantly, peering at them through her spectacles, soaking in their ruffled states and the poisonous glances sent at each other's way.
"Madame Hooch has come to me about her brooms. You'll be polishing and trimming till the very last broom." She conjured some twig trimmers, polish, and a few rags.
Both groaned giving a obedient nod and slugged towards the door. "Madame Hooch will be waiting for you at the Quidditch pitch."
McGonagall sighed, dividing the towering stack of essays yet to grade.
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As expected Hooch stood in the middle of the field. A couple dozen broomsticks, levitating a couple centimeters above the grass. Crossing her arms, she brushed past them tossing her parting words casually over her shoulder.
"I expect that you know what to do. Thanks again boys."
Sighing, Harry carried his polish and rag towards a handful of brooms and plopped himself onto the lush green grass. Draco gave a snort at his lack of grace.
Draco took his seat opposite of Harry preferring to do the much less needy brooms.
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Hermione set down her quill striding towards the window. Her eyes shifted towards the quidditch field where two dots, a slightly brownish black and an unmistakably blond, were positioned in the middle of the field. That was definitely Harry and Draco, that hue of blonde couldn't be found on anyone else. Sadly, they had been given the most painstaking job of all and for that Hermione was sorry.
If she hadn't persuade Harry to the party, the whole detention would have been avoided not to mention the fiasco in the closet. She glanced at the slumbering Ron, who had fallen asleep during one of the more longer chapters of Merlin: The History. Somehow, she'd have to make it up to Harry.
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Draco groaned, the polish would positively do damage on his perfect manicure. The pores of his skin would be devastated.
"What? Is menial labor too much for the all-mighty Draco Malfoy?" Harry sneered clipping a few uneven ends of a nimbus 2000.
Draco glowered. "Malfoy's don't do labor." He tossed his rag to the side. "I wouldn't expect an uncivilized plebeian like you to understand anyway."
"Sod off."
Draco gave a mock cry. "Aww.. It seems like I've hit a tender spot."
He reached for his twig trimmer wincing as he brushed against a blister. An after effect of polishing brooms too hard.
Harry set his trimmer to the side maintaining a neutral look. "Tell you what. Me. You. Broomsticks. First one to make three full laps around the field can leave. The loser has to polish and clip the rest of the brooms. Oh, and you'll have to explain about Yesterday."
Draco's mind spun. It would be risky but hell he'd do it. "There is nothing to explain Potter."
"And?"
"You're on Potter."
Harry picked up two comets tossing one to Draco. He positioned himself and kicked off the ground.
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Hermione gave a surprised squawk as she watched two dots circle the field at breakneck speeds. What the hell were they thinking taking a night lap during detention? Honestly, didn't they realize how many points would be taken off if they were caught? She was sure to give a full-on lecture tomorrow. Guilty or not. Harry was sure asking for it.
Ron gave a snort causing Hermione to jump.
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Pansy snickered silently peeking out from her spot under the stands. Millicent knelt beside her stoically. She raised the night vision goggles up her eyes. The quiet of sound of a tape recording in the background.
Everything was going as planned.
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Harry leaned forward gaining speed, Draco less than a half centimeter behind him. Gritting his teeth, he pushed onwards if even humanly possible gaining more speed.
'One more lap. One more lap. One more lap.' A never ending mantra chanted in his head.
He zoomed past the rings, adrenaline pulsing through his veins.
Draco was at a loss, coming to the realization that this was one challenge he wasn't going to win. Potter was cutting through air like a madman, at a speed that even the fastest broom couldn't out run. As Potter zoomed through the last lap, he made a dive towards the ground before jumping off with his broom in hand.
Minutes later, Harry landed, a victorious smirk graced his lips. Nonchalantly, he tossed the broom to a dumb struck Malfoy. Who was too busy admiring his wind blown features.
"I'll leave you to do the rest." Harry said loosening his tie as he headed towards the exit. He gave a wink. "Good luck and remember Tommorrow!"
"There's nothing to explain Potter!" He called out.
The sound of Harry's laughter rung in his ears as he slipped into the night.
Harry, was as people liked to say.
"A broomstick wonder."
AN: Here you go loveys! A tad longer than the last but hopefully enough. Oh and for any errors, please do tell. cheesy grin So please review! I'm a whore for them as you know. (It doesn't make sense but shrugs what can I do)
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