Author: essenceofthedark
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Author's note: This fiction is still, whatever you may think, dedicated to the good grammar fairy. So poor guys, eh? They have to spend an entire week together, oh the horror . I've so enjoyed torturing them both… enjoy the horror:
Oh, and I almost forgot; I've only read one and a half Harry Potter books in English, so if I spell some names wrong or… something ain't as it should be in this fic; bear with me and please tell me about it so I can get it right.
Chapter two: Trelawney, a hazy professor, or not…
Next day I was woken up early by Goyle, wait, Goyle was up at this hour? That must be the first sign of the apocalypse. I groaned and rolled over while I mumbled something incoherent about wanting to sleep more, but of course that didn't faze him. "Professor Snape wants to see you immediately Draco," he said before hauling me up into a half standing, half sitting stance on the bedside. From the way he and that other imbecile Crabbe were behaving when around others you would think they'd never treat me like this, another thing my father had made sure of was that no one should ever know that they were something more than just two mindless followers. They were mindless of course, though not quite to the degree people gave them credit for, unfortunately.
I sighed, knowing that there was no way to avoid this even if Goyle hadn't been who and what he was, so I got up on my feet slowly, glaring at Goyle as I did so. How I hated him. I swore that when I had finished school, I would get my revenge on him and Crabbe for this.
I walked slowly up the stairs towards Snape's office, where he was awaiting me together with the Golden Boy and the pathetic strict head of his house. I snorted, this wasn't fair, wasn't Snape supposed to root for me? Wasn't he supposed to help me out of this damn situation? I knew he had gotten me out of much trouble already, but still… I hoped he'd find a way for me to avoid this one-week long punishment. My anger flashed again, and once again I felt the urge to punch someone, maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to start that fight? Wait; was I questioning myself? I was a Malfoy, and we were always right. Of course it hadn't been a mistake, I never made mistakes.
I didn't dwell at that trail of thought for long, whoever had the fault; he or she would have to pay sooner or later. I was so sunk in my thoughts as I went through the empty halls of Hogwarts, no one ventured around this time of the day, except if they weren't sane or ordered about by some teacher. Unfortunately I was of the latter.
Soon I stood in front of Snape's office door. I sighed, there was no avoiding the inevitable, and knocked on the door and received a "come in" in return. Slowly I opened the door and walked inside to the start of one-week torture, or so it seemed to me at least. Inside the office sat Potter, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape around a small table waiting for me.
"About time, Mr. Malfoy" said McGonagall as I sat down on the fourth stool that were obviously for me, placed beside Potters. I sat as far away from him as I could, I would be spending, oh horror, the whole week with him and I wanted to be so far away from him as possible while I still was free.
"Can we get started?" the cold voice of Professor Snape sounded. "This is taking enough of my time as it is. I don't want any more delay caused by you or anyone else for that matter" How dared he talk to me that way? It wasn't as if he hadn't talked to me like that before, but not in front of McGonagall or, even worse, Harry Potter. I would have to talk to him about it later.
"Mr. Malfoy" the cross voice of McGonagall brought my attention to her immediately. "If you would come here so we could get this over and done with…" I rose dully and walked over to the Golden Boy that had already followed orders.
When we had been 'tied' to each other as they called it1, the golden boy suddenly raised a question.
"But where are we going to sleep? We cannot sleep in the tower or the dungeon" Very good Potter. So I assume his tiny brain cells, for once, come to good use.
"You're going to sleep in the great hall" came the answer quickly. Yay, Potter thank you so much for reminding me that I will have to spend all my time, both day and night, with you.
"And where will we eat? Do I have to dine with the Gryffindors? Or does he" I pointed at Potter with an elegant finger "have to dine at the Slytherin table?" I watched the Golden Boy from the corners of my eyes and he looked horrified, no doubt at the thought of dining with lots of Slytherins. I almost smirked at that, almost. No one said a word, McGonagall was clearly thinking about it.
"I would guess that the two of you will have to sit at a lone table" was her final answer. I almost groaned, so I had to spend even my meals with that, that… black-haired good-for-nothing.
Okay that was not exactly true, I had to admit, he isn't too bad when it comes to playing Quidditch and his grades isn't that bad, not even in Potions, but I wouldn't admit that to anyone else than myself. But that was beside the point. I surely would starve through the whole week, because the sight of him all the time would make me sick to the point where I can't eat anymore or just pukes afterwards, of that I was sure.
"Now, your classes will start soon, I believe, so off with you" McGonagall's voice sounded, she used that no-nonsense voice of hers, in other words; we had nothing more to say in this matter.
"I can't believe that I have to spend one week with you, Potter" I spat at him as we were walking down the corridor towards the Clairvoyance classroom in the attic.
"I can't say it's a pleasure for me either" he spat back.
"I don't think you can possibly fully comprehend how awful it will be for me to spend every single minute with you for the next week" I said as venomously as I could while walking a tad faster, leaving him no choice but to quicken his step to keep up with me.
"Look Malfoy, I have no idea what your problem is, you've been like this toward me since we first met, but I have no clue why" he said a bit huffing as we reached the classroom. 'Ten points from Gryffindor' I thought. The first time we met I didn't act like this, but ever since he turned my offer down, I had been, true.
"Has the idea that I simply just hate you ever crossed your mind scar-face?" I asked not giving an answer to the question, nor correcting him. My question was met by silence and I smirked inwardly. 'Ten points to Slytherin, one-zero in Slytherins favour' I thought to myself.
"Silence!" Professor Trelawney's voice sounded, hazy as usual, through the classroom and all the noise died immediately. I looked around in the lightly dimmed room and saw Parvati Patil and her friend Lavender sit up straighter, paying eagerly attention to their favourite teacher. Fools. I snorted lightly; these classes were rubbish, if it wasn't for the fact that I needed good grades in the subject to keep my father happy, I would've dropped out of it long ago. My eyes wandered on, and landed on some other random Gryffindor that were about to fall asleep by listening to Trelawney's voice. I shook my head, I was glad that I at least knew how to pay attention even to the most boring subject I knew of; I would, unlike that fool, pass this subject.
In the end I looked, with dissatisfaction, upon my 'partner' for the week. This one certain Gryffindor were scribbling something on a document, and that which didn't exactly look like notes. I leaned over, careful not to disturb him or attract any attention, to see what he was doing. He was drawing something, so I scooted even closer, trying to subtly look over his shoulder to see what he was drawing and suddenly I heard a cold voice hiss in my ear.
"And just what do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" I almost leaped into the air, how dared he scare me like that? Not that I would ever admit that he had scared me.
"Er… I…" I started, suddenly realizing2 what I had done, or more precisely; what it must have looked like: Me inching closer and closer to Harry Potter and then looking over his shoulder, doesn't exactly give you an unfriendly picture, now does it? I blushed and scooted away from him as much as possible.
"That is none of your business, Potter" I hissed as loudly as I dared, making sure no one else heard. He lifted one single eyebrow, in something that clearly wasn't his usual style; it was far too elegant for that.
"I believe it is my business, Malfoy" he replied. "After all, it was you who…" at this time he blushed faintly and made a grimace, ruining the elegant effect, now that was more his style. "…who flirted with me" his voice was also dropped low; I guess he wouldn't want anyone overhearing this either. I sent him a disgusted look; how dared he think of me like that? I put some ice into my voice, making it as cold and hard as I could.
"I was merely curious to what crap you were drawing, Potter!" I could see him flinch a little from the tone in my voice and I smirked, it never failed me. From the corner of my eye I could see him scowl a little before ripping off that bit of his parchment and put it in his bag. What the hell was it that he had been drawing? Now he had really made me curious, I was almost willing to let go of all my dignity and just go take the parchment out of his bag, just to see what it was.
Barely able to restrain myself, I forced myself to sit still in my place, listening to that never-ending babble from the teacher. I saw that Potter had also returned his attention to the teacher and sighed loudly.
"Doesn't she ever stop?" I could hear him mumble to himself and silently I agreed; that woman was even worse than a certain Slytherin chatterbox named Pansy. I felt my own attention slipping, and I started to stare into empty air, not noticing anything around me until I felt something poking me in my upper arm. I snapped back into reality and acknowledged the one doing the poking with a slight grunt.
"What?"
"You didn't catch what she said?" Potter sighed before repeating what she had obviously told us to do. "She told us to pair up and hear each other out in reading hands since that's what we're going to do this week". Very good, Potter. He had actually managed to pay enough attention throughout the class to hear her give us some tasks. 'Which you couldn't' I heard the now familiar voice in my head and I was sure that if that voice had had a face it would be smirking right now.
"And? What are you still here for? Why don't you go find that red-headed friend of yours and read his hand? So you can go all lovey-dovey with him…" I let the venom drip from my words. If I had stopped up and listened to myself I would have thought I sounded jealous of them, but I didn't. He cocked his head at what I had said and looked at me with a frown.
"What do you mean 'lovey-dovey'?" he said slowly.
"Isn't he your boyfriend?" I smirked as his face whitened, with disgust or fear over being discovered, I don't know.
"What?" he spouted as soon as his speech returned.
"Oh, he isn't?" I said, pretending to be surprised. "I would have thought that since you two are spending so much time together…" No answer this time. Just silence. "Or because of the rumours." His eyes were bulging out at the mentioning of rumours. Of course there had never been any rumours about them, I just liked to see that good-for-nothing getting worked up over nothing. It gave me something else to do than schoolwork.
"Rumours?" his voice got dangerously low, perhaps it would be best to stop while I still could, but what would be the fun in that? I smirked and turned my head to face him.
"Yes, rumours, Potter. I'm sure you know what that is, or am I giving you too much credit? Oh, I forgot, you were brought up by muggles, perhaps your brain cannot fully comprehend such a complicated thing, Potter" I smirked as his face grew beat red in anger over my words.
"…" before he could say anything the teacher stood behind him. For once not just moving around in that hazy cloud of hers.
"What's going on here?" whoa. Hold on a sec, what happened to Trelawney and who placed this alien here3? I cannot remember her using that voice before, hell; I didn't know that she had one.
"Er…" Harry didn't even get to start an explanation before she interrupted.
"Don't let me see you two making any trouble, Dumbledore told me to watch you two carefully" and then her voice went all hazy again as she turned to talk to someone else and the hazyness of her appearance appeared again.
Blink. Blink.
"What the hell was that?" Harry was the first one to say something.
"That wasn't Trelawney, that's for sure" I said, slowly staring at her as if she just had transformed into some really strange creature.
For the rest of the class Harry and I didn't do anything else than read our books and occasionally glance nervously at professor Trelawney.
To be continued
1 My Latin isn't very good so I just drop the spell-thingy for now, k? (My Latin snicker, as if I could say more than a few sentences in that language)
2 Err… can anyone tell me what's British English and American English when it comes to words like realizing/realising? Coz I have no clue…
3 My theory is that that woman isn't quite as hazy as she pretends to be…
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