Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. As of right now, I don't own much. You can take the empty Jamba Juice cup if you sue.
Been a long time (since I rock and rolled?) since I've written.. Haven't had a Jamba Juice at home recently... But this should make ma petite ange d'obscurite happy.
WTF Just Happened? Chapter 2
Draco glared at a passer-by. He had not apparated, just shrunk his new broom servicing kit. Why did he end up outside the store, in front of Potter? He easily made it seem like he had meant to shove past the Gryffindor, who was admiring something in the window of 'Quality Qudditch Supply', and shot an insult in his direction.
Something was a little bit odd here…
Oo Later that day. . .oO
Harry blinked. He had shrunk his new Quidditch book in the bookstore and he was now… here. In front of Malfoy in the line at the Apothecary. He quickly moved while Draco was still talking with the other boy behind him. 'I wish Hermione was here,' he thought. 'She might have a clue why that just happened.'
Oo Even later that day, back in the Leaky Cauldron. . . oO
Harry dipped his quill into his ink and began his letter to Hermione.
'Hi Hermione! How's your summer been? Mine's been. . . okay. I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron for a while. It's so wonderful, it doesn't smell like Lysol at all. The only problem at all is that Malfoy seems to be staying here, too. Maybe it's just for today.
Speaking of Malfoy. . . Something kind of odd has been happening. Whenever I use magic I get transported somewhere really close to him. I mean, so close that he notices if he's not absorbed in anything else. Come to think of it, there's been a few times today that he shouldn't have been there, yet he shoved by and shot an insult at me. I mean, I saw him walk into the store, and then he was in front of me, with an insult. You have read about this, right?'
He grimaced at the untidy scrawl, hearing what he called his mental Hermione telling him to write neater. He signed it and tied it to Hedwig. "Take this to Hermione. If she's not at her house, then she'll be at the Burrow." He scratched her head and gave her a drink of water from his bedside table. She hooted in appreciation and flew off.
Hermione had a theory. It stated that she was awake, just not very awake. It also stated that her bed was warm, and she had every right to ignore whatever was trying to wake her up. She pulled her covers over her head a little tighter and ignored the click clack on the window.
Oo a half hour later…oO
Hermione revisited her theory. It now stated that she was awake, that she could get out of bed, and it was all thanks to that clacking on the window. 'This had better be important,' she thought. 'It's only...' she looked at the clock, '11:30 am… how late was I up last night?' She went to the window and recognized it as Hedwig. "Great," she told the bird as she let her in, "First thing in the morning, and what do I have to do? Decipher Harry's handwriting." She sighed and cast a heating spell on a Hot Pocket. It was going to be a long morning.
Oo Back at Diagon Alley oO
Harry shifted nervously in line. Malfoy had "popped" in front of him, but didn't seem to notice. Not wanting to cause any real trouble, Harry refrained from saying anything, until he noticed that Malfoy was doing a crossword puzzle, and skipped over "Sesame Street character with a rubber duck"… it was the easiest clue there! Harry made a small sound and tried to stop it, but it was too late. Malfoy had heard and looked up.
"Potter. What are you doing here?" 'He sounds startled.. I guess he really didn't notice...'
"I'm getting my lunch, Malfoy." Harry managed to keep a somewhat hostile tone even though he didn't feel threatened by the other boy… for once. 'Malfoy almost sounds nice when he isn't hostile…'
Malfoy sort of ignored him, and wrote in another answer.
"23 down is Ernie" Harry said before he stopped to think about it. Malfoy merely glared at him and walked away.
Oo At Hermione's house, later that day. oO
Hermione walked out of her room, carrying a book with her. She walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, putting the book in front of her. She was still in pyjamas - it was only 2:30, after all. She sat at the table, and scratched her head. "But how…" the ginger haired girl got herself a glass of water. After taking a sip, she screamed a frustrated scream.
"Good morning to you too, love" Her father walked into the kitchen. "Lemme guess… Harry. Still can't write his g's?" He walked over to her as he talked and draped his arms over her shoulders.
Hermione sighed "I wish… It's this thing.. Harry…"
Her dad sat down at the table with a mug of tea. It was going to be a long explanation. "So wait, how does apparition work again?"
