Chapter 9: Sloth

Harry yawned. Sitting up in his bed, he gazed around the dormitory. Everyone else was fast asleep. I don't really want to get up, Harry thought. His eyes lazily strolled along the floor and rested upon his transfiguration homework. He meant to finish it this morning as it wasn't a lot, but Harry found himself kicking it under his bed. He didn't feel like doing it…

'Harry, are you getting up?'

'Ynnm…'

'What?'

'Isednyon, gyoway'

'You're not making any sense!'

Harry growled as he raised his head from his soft pillow to look up at Draco. 'Isaid no, I'm not getting up and go away!' he let his head fall back to his pillow. Draco stared at him, unsure what to do.

'You might get detention, you know, for missing classes.' He said, poking at Harry's head.

Harry, without taking his nose off the pillow, tried to swat the Slytherin's hand away. 'I don't care' he muttered angrily.

'Filch would probably make you do loads of things, like washing all the walls in the Great Hall, clean out the owlery and mop the Entrance Hall.'

'…'

'Well?'

'That sounds like a lot…'

'Yeah.'

'…give me five minutes…'

After getting dressed in a quick manner, a very irritated Harry marched into the Slytherin Common Room. Draco stood up from the couch and asked, 'where's your schoolbag?'

'Don't need it.' Harry replied curtly.

'Did you do the homework for McGonagall?' Draco said, shocked.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Ptth, who cares?'

As they exited the Common Room, Draco gave the rest of the Slytherins a clueless look followed by a thumb up.

'Would everyone please hand in your homework to the front? That's right, I- Mr Potter, where is your homework?'

Eyes fell on the raven haired teenager at the back, who had his two feet up on the desk in a relaxing sort of way. Harry opened one lazy eye to look at the teacher. 'Didn't do it.' he said, before closing his eye again.

There were a few gasps. The boy who lived didn't usually forget homework. The Slytherins shared worried looks. Professor McGonagall's eyes widened. 'I beg your pardon?'

'I-Did-Not-Do-It'

'And would you care to tell me why?'

Harry shrugged. 'Couldn't be bothered.' Harry put his head back. Perhaps he could sleep for a little while…

'POTTER!' the class jumped, even though they expected it. 'GO TO THE HEADMASTERS OFFICE NOW!'

'Nah…'

McGonagall's face went red, her eyes bulging. 'POTTER-!'

Harry opened his eyes. He was angry now. How was he supposed to sleep while she kept yelling? Standing, Harry gave a salute to the Slytherin part of the class and walked out the room. By the time McGonagall had hurried into the hallway, Harry was nowhere to be seen.

Harry walked slowly across the grass. The grounds were silent to him, apart from the soothing sound of the Scottish wind. He had thought of going back to bed but he knew that is where the staff would look first. He then realised that a ride on his Firebolt would be just as relaxing. Maybe he could find a quiet hill to sit on while the day passed…

Hours later, Harry woke up. He looked around. He was still in the grounds, but on a lonely hill far away from the castle itself. It was dark. Checking his watch Harry saw it was nearly nine at night. Had he really slept the whole day away? His broom lay a few feet away. Harry scowled at himself for leaving it as far away as that. It was annoying flying back to the castle, Harry had never realised how much hassle it was to ride a broom. He put his broomstick away in the broomstick shed. He then struggled back indoors.

'Harry! Where have you been all day, everyone is looking for you!' Draco cried as the Boy-Who-Lived came in to the dormitory.

'funny, I never saw any 'wanted' posters on the walls.' Harry sighed. He fell onto his bed. He lay there for half an hour before falling asleep. When he heard Harry's breathing calming to a slow pattern, Draco got everyone else out of bed to repeat the spell they did the night before…