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Chapter Three - Discussions and Duels

"Aw, Harry, that is so adorable!" Ginny squealed, clasping her hands together.

Harry let out an exasperated sigh. The two of them were sitting up in Harry's dorm room, talking. Ever since Ginny told him she had gotten over him in the fourth year, the two had become extremely close as friends, Harry telling her almost everything. Today he was explaining what had happened down in the library the other night, refraining from even mentioning Malfoy's name in case he heard it in his mind.

"No, it is NOT adorable," he muttered, staring up at the hangings over his bed. "I'm guessing I'm just feeling...odd...because of that stupid potion."

"Don't be in denial! You're desperately in love with him, and right after we're done talking you're going to go down and confess everything to him!" Ginny exclaimed, throwing her hands up into the air and falling forward onto Harry's chest.

"Omph," Harry grunted. "You're getting fat. And no, I am not desperately in love with Mal – him," he corrected himself. "You're delusional."

"No, I'm Ginny. It's easier to spell. Also, I am not fat. I'm 'obtuse'. That's such a funny word, obtuse," Ginny giggled. "And if you're not in love with that pig-headed ferret, then my name's not Virginia Weasley."

"I thought you just said you were Ginny."

"Same dif."

Harry sighed again, closing his eyes. "I just don't know what to do..."

"Why don't you wait a bit?" Ginny suggested, calming down. "Get to know him a bit better. Now that you've got that potion holding you together, you'll probably be spending a bit of time together."

"I hope not..." Harry moaned.

"Speaking of that potion...You can talk telepathically, right?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

"Sweet! Send him a message!" Ginny commanded him excitedly.

"Ginny, I am not a telephone."

"Oh, please?"

"Why on earth would you want to send Malfoy a telepathic message?"

'I dunno, Potter. Why would you even be discussing it with one of your little Gryffindor friends?'

'Malfoy! How much did you hear?'

'Just the message part. I swear, I will never get you Gryffindors.'

'Hey. You didn't use my name.'

'So? You didn't use mine.'

'Well, I still heard it.'

'That's because we're willingly talking, you dolt.'

"Hey!" Ginny interrupted us. "You're talking to him, aren't you? What're you talking about?"

"Nothing, Ginny," Harry muttered. 'Malfoy, I'm busy. So I'm going to stop talking to you now.'

'Who ever said you had to reply to me?'

"Anyway, Ginny, -- "

'By the way,' Draco interrupted. 'Who's getting fat?'

'What?' Harry asked, stunned.

'When you were talking earlier. You said someone was getting fat, the same time you were denying your love for me.'

Harry was seething.

'By the way, even though you can't see me, I'm smirking right now,' Draco laughed.

'Why you little, ignorant, ferret-faced son of a - '

'Now, now, language, potty boy.'

'You know what? I'm going to ignore you now. Bye.'

Ginny was staring intently at Harry, whose face was a mask of rage. "Uh...sorry?"

"For what?" Harry asked, losing all former emotions as he looked up at Ginny.

"For getting you in trouble with Malfoy..."

"It's nothing," Harry replied. "Come on, it's getting late. You should be back in your dorm before the guys get back from dinner."

"Whatever..." Ginny rolled her eyes. "Just remember, if you need someone to talk to..."

"Yeah. I won't turn to him."

After making sure Ginny didn't follow him, Harry slipped out of the portrait hole and headed down the stairs to the Entrance Hall. He needed some fresh air, and the sunset in the fall was really relaxing to him. He wandered around the gardens, finally finding himself down by the lake.

"God, this is so screwed up..." Harry muttered to himself, leaning back against a tree on the water's edge.

"You're telling me?" someone answered from above him. Harry started and looked up.

"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Harry groaned. The stupid prat seemed to be everywhere he went nowadays.

The blonde smirked, looking down at Harry from his position up in the tree. "Just watching the sunset," he replied. "And reading up on this bonding potion, unlike someone I will not mention."

"Well sorry," Harry rolled his eyes. "Unlike you, I have a social life."

"Hey," Malfoy pouted, swinging his legs back and forth over the side of the branch he was sitting on, "there's no need to be hostile. All in good fun, right?"

Harry just glowered suspiciously back at him. "What did you learn about the potion?"

"Well..." Malfoy drawled, flipping the book he was holding open. "It says that the effects of this potion are not permanent, unless made specifically that way."

"That's good then!"

"Except, your stupid friend messed it up exactly the way it needs to be made to be permanent."

"Oh god..."

"Don't worry, though. Professor Snape and Granger can probably mix up an antidote."

"I hope. This is so not fun. I've already filled my quota of amount of time I have to put up with you."

Malfoy ignored this comment. "The purpose of this potion is supposed to be a good one...Yeah right. According to this book we should be able to talk telepathically, share emotions and dreams, do junctured magic and lots of other, random things that are no help at all to me or you. Oh hey, and when one of us feels pain, the other will too! So don't go falling off your broomstick or anything, and die, alright?"

"Wait," Harry interrupted him. "What's junctured magic?"

"What, are you daft? No, don't answer that. Junctured magic is when two wizards - sometimes a whole group - are able to combine their magic and make it more effective."

"So we could like, lift up the tree you're sitting in with Wingardium Leviosa or something?"

"In theory, yes," Malfoy replied, snapping the book shut. "But we are not going to try, because junctured magic requires physical contact, and I'm not going to be holding your hand any time soon."

"But wouldn't it be cool, being able to do things like that?" Harry argued. "Not the holding hands part, I mean. The magic."

"Sure, if you're a weak little wizard like you," Malfoy responded, jumping down from his perch and landing gracefully on the grass beside Harry. "But when you're powerful like me, who needs it?"

"I'm not weak. You'll never know how much stronger I am til you fight me," Harry challenged Malfoy. "Care to find out?"

"What the heck? We were getting along so nicely too...Now you're challenging me to a duel? You've got to be kidding," Malfoy scoffed.

"No, I'm not. How about...if I win, we get to try this junctured magic thing," Harry said. "And if you win..."

"I get the pleasure of beating your ass?" Malfoy smirked. "Really now, if all you want is to hold my hand, I won't stop you..."

"Erg, no you idiot! I. Do. Not. Want. To. Hold. Your. Hand!"

"Whatever you say," Malfoy shrugged, pulling out his wand. "Let's do this. It'll be a big waste of my time, but hey."

Harry glared at him, also taking out his wand. There was a short pause, then,

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

"DIFFINDO!"

The two bursts of light flew at each other, met in the middle, erupted into a mass of sparkles, and disappeared.

"Okay...That was weird," Harry stated finally, after staring at the space where the spells had collided. Malfoy was already leafing through the book on the ground.

"Oh shit. That was one of the stupidest things I ever did," he muttered, slapping the book.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because! 'Wizards bonded together with this potion should not attempt any magic against each other. If they do so, there could be an untimely and unfortunate backlash.'"

"In other words..."

"We could have been blown up if those spells were any stronger!" Malfoy shouted at the Gryffindor.

"Oh. Sorry then."

"Sorry my ass! God, I don't know why I bother talking to you!"

"Now wait a minute!" Harry shouted back, getting annoyed. "You agreed to it. If you were so smart, you should have known what not to do!"

"Don't you go blaming anything on me!" Malfoy snapped. "Everything that happens to you seems to be my fault!"

"I never said that! Now you're making things up." Harry glared angrily at the Slytherin, fists clenched tight. "I'm going in." He turned on his heel, marching back up to the castle. Halfway there, he paused, feeling faint. "What the..." he murmured, as a sharp pain ran through his head and something burned acidly on his arm. He fell to his knees and blacked out.

Cliff-type-hanger! haha! If you want more I demand reviews! Well, I actually have to think up what happens next, but I'll get to that! This is going to end up being a really weird story. I don't know how soon I'll be able to put up the next chapter, me being a lazy, retarded person who puts things off til the day their do. So...keep your fingers crossed.