The Mind Switch...
Story by: Snapes Apprentice
Chapter 18: Quidditch Talk
February 19th, 2005
(Hey guys. I am so sorry that I haven't updated in such a LONG time. Hasn't it been 5 months or longer? So I will try to get this finished in the next couple chapters so I don't have to keep you all waiting. That shall be all. ttylaterz)
Some days passed, some going longer then the others. Draco kept busy with Ron and Hermione along with his schoolwork, making him so he had barely any time to talk to Harry at all. Harry also spent a good amount of his time just trying to keep Blaise convinced he was who he said he was.
Draco gave a dramatic sigh as he sat by Hermione and Ron in the transfiguration classroom, still trying to figure out how to exactly turn an owl into a small mouse.
"Harry, if you will just do as I say to, it will all be so simple for you. Just watch again." Hermione said matter of factly, demonstrating the complicated hand movements as she turned a black owl into a small mouse.
He slightly narrowed his eyes, as Ron muttered "showoff".
"Deal with it, Mione. I am never going to get this right." Draco replied with a small groan, following what she did flawlessly, but still to no prevail.
"Ugh, you stupid bloody bastard." Draco hissed, slamming his wand on top of the table.
"Mr. Potter! What do you think you are doing?" Came a stern but startled voice, Professor McGonagall walking swiftly over to the three of them.
Draco didn't look up at her. "Nothing, professor." Draco said hotly, glaring down at the owl before him.
"Look at me, Mr. Potter, before I do something drastic." She said, temper slowly rising.
Draco turned to look up at her, not even trying to conceal the hatred he had for this woman. "What? Are you going to give me detention for not following your idiotic orders?" The professor looked slightly shocked, but hid it well. He looked over at Hermione as she stamped on his foot, looking like he had just committed a foul sin, Ron just staring on, and mouth agape. "Mr. Potter, Come with me, now!" McGonagall said, her eyes narrowing to slits, mouth forming a tight line.
Draco rolled his eyes, pushing back from his seat, standing up. He looked around the room...from the startled Gryffindors to the laughing slytherins. He stared at Harry for a moment, catching his eyes, before smirking at him, laughing under his breath at the glare he received.
"Potter, I said NOW!" McGonagall said, voice rising.
Draco stuffed his hands in his pockets, sauntering out the door behind her, hearing the hurried whispers behind him. The boy gave a smile at that, not being able to conceal the smile before the woman turned to stare at him.
"What, may I ask, was all that about, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked, glaring down at him. Draco just gave a half smile, shrugging. "If there was a problem with the way I acted, then tell me and get it over with." he drawled, looking right at her, as her anger flared close to out of control.
"I may not know what is going on with you right now, Potter, but I will soon figure it out, guarantee that. You need some time to calm down, and that will be at 7 p.m. sharp in my office." Professor McGonagall said, before turning back towards the door. She reached for the handle, but stopped, turning back around, facing him squarely. "Dumbledore would like to see you. His office...Now." she said, and turned back, opening the door and closing it loudly behind her.
Harry watched the confrontation with unbound horror. How could Draco do this to him, knowing how he respected the head of house like that?
Harry watched him as he stood up, everyone around him turning to one another and whispering excitedly. Draco turned to him, and Harry's breath caught in his throat as the boy across the room smiled halfheartedly at him. The boy smirked, himself giving a small glare at Draco.
His gaze followed as Draco left the room, and the class burst into talking and laughter, most people shocked at the boy who lived.
"Can you believe he did that?" one girl said, giggling to another girl behind him.
"I never thought Potter had the guts to do that." Blaise said, obviously impressed with what went on.
Harry nodded. "Seriously."
Blaise looked over at him, and gave a smile. "So want to do something later on tonight?" she asked, eyes boring into his.
Harry shook his head. "I would love to, but I have to talk to Potter about something later tonight." he said, not really comprehending what he said.
Blaise's smile faltered, and she stared at him. Harry looked over towards the petite girl, and frowned. "What?" Blaise just stared a moment longer, then shook her head. "Why do you want to talk to Potter of all people?" Blaise asked, a bit surprised at what he was planning to do.
Harry gave an intake of breath, shocked at what he said in front of her. "I.I just need to talk to him about o-our match coming up next week. It's nothing to really worry about, Blaise. It's not like I am friends with him."
Blaise looked sort of relieved, but still a little bit suspicious. "So after you talk, do you want to do something?" she again asked, taking his hand underneath the table.
Harry nodded. "Of course, love. Want to meet by the great hall doors?" Blaise nodded, her smile returning. "Of course I will, sexy. 6:00 is alright for you, right?" she responded, looking at him with a wicked smile. Harry grinned, kissing her softly on the lips. "6:00 it is."
Harry turned, facing the front of the room as the professor came barging in, still holding fast onto Blaises hand. McGonagall looked greatly agitated, and stormed through the rows to her desk. Harry looked around, and realized Draco wasn't in the room following her entrance into the class. He looked right into the eyes of Hermione, and she gave a glare. Harry took offense at that, and retaliated with a smirk of his own, which sent the bushy haired girl to look away quickly, a slight blush accentuating her features. Harry's mouth dropped open as he stared at her, realization hitting him full force at what just went on between them. 'Hermione likes Malfoy? No way possible.' he thought to himself, still in shock, watching her. "Mr. Malfoy, if you would so kindly turn your attention away from Ms. Granger for at least a full minute, we can continue with discussion until the end of class signals." Professor McGonagall said, a snap in her voice.
Everyone turned to stare at him, including Hermione as the professor announced this, and he caught her eye once more, this time her face in shock. He gave her a half smile, not the smirk she was used to receiving, and her mouth fell open. She turned away quickly, closing her mouth and focusing on the board, glancing over at him every so often. McGonagall began to talk as blaise punched his leg under the table. He looked over at the glaring girl, and leaned away from her a little at her icy cold stare, which was saying, "how dare you look at her while we are together?" His blood ran cold, watching her venomous snarl turn towards Hermione.
McGonagall interrupted his thoughts that were starting to form." Now, we shall continue discussing our most recent topic, transfiguration on other humans. Mr. Malfoy, if you will so kindly share the method for doing this procedure, it will be highly appreciated." Professor McGonagall stated, staring right down at him, eyes narrowing.
Harry sighed. "The first step is to make sure no other person is around, or it can backfire and cause harm to the other as well. The second step, which is most important, is to do the wand movement precisely, because there is a spell that resembles it, but has completely different results. The third, is to think of the animal you want to turn him/her into, and focus, pointing it at his/her stomache, not the face or chest, and say the spell clearly but not loud enough so the other person can hear it, or it can cause multiple things to happen. Fainting, things like that." Harry finished, rolling his quill between his fingers.
There was silence in the room, no one saying anything. He looked up, and saw everyone staring at him, including professor McGonagall. For the first time in a half an hour, the teacher smiled. "Perfect answer, Mr. Malfoy. I don't think anyone has ever stated that quite clearly enough." she responded, smiling down at him.
He looked at everyone, and gave a well-deserved smirk. McGonagall went to the board, and turned back around, facing the class." For your well stated answer, Mr. Malfoy, 15 points to Slytherin house."