Pre A/N : Alright guys, this update has been highly anticipated and I feel as though I've let down. The chapter is a mini flashback and only about 500 words in its entirety but I feel as though it's needed. So my apologies for one, making you devoted readers wait literal months for 500 words and two, for it only being 500 words. But not to fret the next chapter is already in the making and past the measly 500 words mark! YAY! So please, don't hurt me, and please please please review!
Who Is That Man? Flashback
Chapter 5
Harry and his best friends were walking out of the Great Hall, talking animatedly about the upcoming Quidditch season. Well, Harry and Ron were, but Hermione kept sending them her typical 'Schoolwork before Quidditch' look. The Golden Trio was just about to step onto the moving staircase to go up to Gryffindor tower when an angry voice announced a presence behind them.
"Potter." That voice could only belong to one Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin prince, and king of anything venom.
"What is it this time Malfoy?" Harry turned around to glare at the annoying prat who had been ruining his life from day one.
"What makes you believe that you can go snooping around the Quidditch field when the Slytherins are practicing?" Draco's accusing voice sounded throughout the empty corridor.
"Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me."
"Kidding you?" Draco's voice was getting angrier and angrier, "Kidding you? Why the fuck would I be 'kidding you'?"
"I don't know if you've noticed Malfoy, but we haven't lost a season yet."
"HA! And what about last year?"
"Last year was a joke and you know it!"
"You only got what you deserved for attacking me! You're like a bloody hippogriff, gets all riled up just after a little playful teasing!"
Harry loved Buckbeak, he really did, but he did NOT like being compared to one. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT REALLY GETS ME RILED UP!"
Malfoy's trademark smirk was making itself known while saying, "But I bet I could figure it out."
Harry, taken aback, just looked around, hoping for any kind of distraction. Is Malfoy coming on to me? Did he know that I was spying on him the other day? …He couldn't… Malfoy was just watching Harry getting more and more uncomfortable and was just about to ask if he needed to excuse himself when Ron decided he better interject.
"What are you on about ferret? First coming here, practically seething, asking Harry why he was 'spying' on your stupid team when he obviously wasn't. And now you're… you're…" Ron couldn't bring himself to say 'coming onto him!'
"I'm what Impoverished-Weasel?" Draco's smooth, finally calmed down, voice sounded out of place in the tension filled vicinity. At Ron's lack of response, Draco continued, "That's what I thought. Now Potter. If I ever catch you snooping around the Quidditch pitch while my team is practicing, I will hold to my promise and find out what gets you riled up beyond playful teasing."
Harry abruptly awoke from his dream and without hesitation began to wonder where the dream had come from. Perhaps it had been made up and his mind was making up stories about when he and Draco were in school, just as Draco has said. But hadn't Draco also said that they fell in love in school? His mind couldn't have made up all of the hostile anger swirling around the corridor all by itself.
No, perhaps the dream had been real. A memory. But why this memory?
Post A/N : What did you think? Remember the better the reviews the sooner the next chapter will be posted!
TEASERS:
Emotional rollercoaster (have to do with photo album? Maybe…)
Better descriptions of physical characteristics (as reviewers have requested)
Hmm… a surprise!