It is. It's Malfoy! What is he doing here? Why would he come visit me? Granted, it's 1 AM, but still, he's here.
'He's so beautiful. I wonder if he knows how gorgeous he is.' What the hell? Malfoy thinks I'm gorgeous. I've never really thought about it. Hermione keeps telling me I need to get rid of my glasses. She's probably right.
'If he'd just get rid of those damn glasses.' Well, there you go. This is so surreal. Why is he here? I can't let him know I'm awake. It'd probably scare him off.
'I wish I didn't have to be so much of a jerk. If only you knew.' Knew what? Tell me! Tell me! Okay, I guess I'm a little over-eager, but what would you do if you're nemesis was sitting by your bed and you could hear his innermost thoughts? That's what I thought.
You know, he's not too bad looking. I'm pretty sure I'm gay. Ron and Hermione know, and they seem to be okay with it. I think Ron is just relieved I don't want him. I was with this guy over the summer, the Dursleys don't know. Heaven forbid I be anymore odd than I already am. Apparently it's not a big deal in wizard society.
But Malfoy, he is definitely hot. I suppose I never really paid attention, what with all the insults and everything. What's he doing? Oh, that feels nice. Don't move your hand. Wait, shouldn't I be cursing him or something?
This is so weird. His hand is on my thigh and I like it.
'Oh, god, he looks so cute. Would it be so wrong to kiss him? Yes, he would probably curse me into a million pieces, kind of like the Weasel tried to do. Too bad the Weasel is incompetent.'
Ron is not incompetent! Okay, so I called him that earlier, but you can't say that! Kiss me? Would you really? Do I want you to? Maybe... What was that noise?
'What was that noise?' At least I'm not hallucinating.
'I have to get out of here. Damn Pomfrey, can't keep her big nose out of my business.' Something is definitely off here. Oop, and there he goes. Wow, he has a nice ass. Nice Harry, way to concentrate on the problem.
So Malfoy has some kind of feelings for me...This is weird. I can hear Ron, Hermione, and now Malfoy's thoughts. Whatever curse Ron did, remind me to kill him. Ow, remind me not to move my arm either.
And now it's almost 2 AM. I need to sleep. I am not looking forward to tomorrow. It's going to suck. Agh, I can't sleep. I'll try counting sheep.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, six is my favorite number, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, you know, thirteen is not such a bad number, 14, 15, 16, 17, I'm seventeen. I can apparate now, it's so much easier. 18, 19, 20, wow these sheep are boring. Maybe if I turn them a different color... Red! Yes, those are much more interesting. 21, 22, 23, 24, 25...
OoOoOoOoOoOoO
Ack, bright light! Now what time is it? 8 AM, that's much better. And there's Ron and Hermione. Honestly, I'm not that much of a liability. I've been in the Hospital Wing enough times, you don't have to visit me so much people!
Well, they brought me clothes. I guess I should get dressed. Where is that portable curtain? No way I'm letting Ron or Hermione see me naked. There it is. Do I have to go to classes? I hope not. Shouldn't I be allowed to skip a day because of my 'condition'?
'Did I do the transfiguration homework? I hope so. I should go check. I wish Harry would hurry up. We need to get to breakfast, and it's potions first thing this morning.' Classes? I don't wanna go!
'What's taking so long? I'm hungry.' Ugh, why is Ron ALWAYS hungry? I know he's a growing boy and all that, but come on.
"Are you coming, Harry?" Yes, yes. I'm coming, relax a little, Hermione, would you?
"Yeah, hold on." Okay, I'm dressed and somewhat presentable. Granted my hair never seems to lay flat, maybe if I just...no, that made it worse. Okay, Hermione looks pissed. I suppose I should hurry up.
'Come on, Harry. We don't have all day!' Well excuse me for breaking my arm, but you know, it's not even my fault! Perhaps you should be yelling at your repressed love!
Alright I'm ready.
"Okay, let's go."
'Finally!'
'Good, I'm hungry.' Yes, you're hungry. I know, Ron.
Here we are at the Great Hall. Doesn't look any different. Oh, come on, Harry, you were only gone for a day. I guess not much changes in a day.
Hmm, everyone's here. Ooh, there's Seamus, I hope he doesn't try to hit on me again. I already told him I wasn't interested, but he never seems to take the hint. No, no! Don't sit down next to me, do-- Too late.
"Hi, Harry." He sounds happy. I wonder if he thinks me getting knocked out somehow addled my brain. I guess it kind of did, but not in that way. No means no, Seamus.
"Hi Seamus." His smile is getting bigger. What does that mean?
"I heard about your accident. Are you okay?" He sounds sincere but the look on his face tells different. What does he want?
"Yeah, I'm fine."
'For gods sakes, Seamus, he's not interested! He already told you. Stop acting like so much of a slut!' Thank you, Hermione. At least someone got the hints.
"Hey, Harry, I was wondering..." Oh, here we go again. "...if maybe you wanted to hang out sometime?" Why, oh, why couldn't I have been in Slytherin? That would make this all so much easier. He looks so eager and now I have to crush him, once again.
"Seamus, I--"
"No, it's okay, Harry. I understand." What? Understand what? And don't cut me off!
"You have your eye on someone else." What? Who else?
"Uh..." I don't know what to say. What is he talking about? I don't like anyone!
'What is Seamus on about? Harry doesn't fancy anyone, does he?' No, Ron, I don't fancy anyone. I don't know what the hell Seamus is on about. He's leaning in, I guess that means I should too.
"Don't worry about it. Malfoy is pretty hot." WHAT? Malfoy! Where did he get that idea?
'What did he say? Damn it, Seamus, don't whisper. Ooh, look, pancakes!' Yeah...Ron pays real close attention, NOT!
Speaking of Malfoy, where is he? I see him. He doesn't look happy. I wonder why...
'Get the hell away from him, Finnigan.' Someone didn't have his coffee this morning. Why is he so angry? Is it because of Seamus? He is sitting kind of close...
Malfoy looks murderous. He must have noticed me looking. He's looking away, trying to pretend he wasn't looking.
'Oh, god, I think he saw me! Quick, look away!' Something weird is going on. He's ignoring me now, talking to Pansy.
'No, Pansy, I'm not paying attention. Why? Because there is a very delicious looking Potter staring at me from the other side of the room.' Delicious? Something is definitely wrong. His thoughts were odd earlier in the Hospital Wing too.
I'm staring at him, aren't I? This must be where Seamus got his suspicions. I guess I wouldn't say no to Malfoy if he offered. I wonder what it would be like to feel his soft hands on my body? Ooh, that would feel nice. I bet he's rough in bed. I can just imagine...
'Why are Harry's eyes glazed over like that? Maybe we should take him back to the Hospital Wing, just to be sure.' What? No, I'm fine. Better snap out of it quickly before she drags me off.
'Hmph, I wonder what that was about...Oh well, it's time to go to class anyway. Ron, stop stuffing your face, you look like a chipmunk. The food will still be here when you come back.'
"It's time for class." I must've convinced her I'm fine. Should I tell them I can hear their thoughts? No, I think I'll keep it to myself for awhile. It might be interesting to see what comes of it.
'But I'm not done yet...' Is that all you think about, Ron?
"Come on, Harry, Ron, we don't want to be late." Yes, Heaven forbid we be late to one class, although it is potions first off and I'm sure Snape would love to take off 50 points for us being late.
"She's right, Ron. Snape will look for any excuse to take points." Is he grumbling? It's not my fault.
'Bloody Snape. Why does he have to pick on us anyway? Stupid git.' I hear you, buddy, no, I i really /i do. And there goes Hermione, she's picked up her bag and left us alone at the table. Ron looks a bit perplexed.
'Where did she go?' Ron, you really ought to pay a bit more attention.
'Stupid boys! I will not be late to class because of them.' I'm coming, I'm coming. Jeez, she walks fast. Okay, got to catch my breath for a second. That girl can really move.
"Hermione, wait up!" Slow down, damn it! Good, she stopped, but she looks angry now.
"Hurry up, Harry. Ron, come on!" Bossy. Well, we made it to class, and look! Not late! Amazing isn't it.
'Good, we're not late. I hate to think what Snape would do' I can only imagine.
Is it me, or does it seem more sinister than usual in here? Is it possible to make this room any darker? I know there are no windows, but still. Where is Snape? I see him, over there, lurking in the corner.
He must have something awful planned, judging by that evil smirk on his face. That was the bell, good thing we weren't late, eh, Hermione? I guess I should sit down.
So Snape, what's the dastardly deed for today?
"Today, you will be working in pairs. I will assign them and I expect the potion to be completed by the end of the lesson." Wonderful, gee, I wonder who he'll pair me with, as though it's not obvious.
"Granger and Parkinson, Weasley and Zabini, Potter and Malfoy..." See, I told you. Snape is so incredibly predictable.
'I'm stuck with that pug-faced bitch? How will I ever get anything done?' Wow, I didn't know Hermione could be so mean. She's always encouraging us to be nicer to the rest of the houses.
'Zabini? Which one is he? Poor Harry, stuck with Malfoy. I don't know how he stands it all the time. I still feel bad for yesterday. Maybe I should apologize again.' It's okay, Ron. I'm not mad at you, well, kind of, but not too much. Who knows? This might turn out to be a good thing.
"Potter." Draco's voice sounds disdainful as always.
'Yes! I'm partnered with Potter. Thank you Merlin for Snape being so idiotic!' How can he cover up those emotions? He looks as cold as ever. I never really noticed how bright his eyes are... It's like silver with specks of blue.
'Is he looking at my eyes?' Oop, don't get caught. Avert your eyes. Concentrate on the potion.
"Malfoy." Good, I sounded cold and disdainful as well, I think.
"Let's get started." Does he always have to sneer when he says anything to me? It's not like I'm stupid or something.
'God, he looks incredible today. I just want to run my hands through his hair and snog him senseless' What? Since when does Malfoy like me?
"Hand me that vial, Potter." His voice is as cold as ever and those thoughts are running through his head? I don't think I could do that.
"The vial, Potter." I hesitated too long, now he's pissed. Here you go, the vial, just like you asked.
'As hot as you are, you'd think you'd have enough brains to listen once in awhile.' Hey, I listen! It's a little hard when your enemy of seven years is thinking dirty thoughts about you.
Our potion doesn't look too bad though, I guess it's because only he's working on it. I try in potions, I really do. It's just that Snape makes it so damn difficult to do anything right in here!
What was that? Did he just touch me? It was only a brush of the fingers, but it was definitely a touch. I'm a bit confused on what's going on here.
'His skin is so soft. I want to run my tongue all over his body, dip it into the crevices of his belly button, his neck, behind his ears. I bet his neck is a sensative spot for him. No, Draco, you shouldn't be thinking about Potter right now. Great, I'm getting hard. Snape in a thong, Snape in a thong. Ew, gross, that's better.' Great, now that image is going to be stuck in my head forever.
Unfortunately, it didn't have quite the same effect on me as it did him. I'm still hard. That little image he just procured has now engrained its self in my mind. What time is it? Five minutes, five minutes until I can get out of here and find a free lavatory.
I hope it goes by quickly. This is torture. I have to make it go down, I have to--
'That bitch! She did that on purpose! Fine, she wants to ruin the potion, far be it for me to stop her. And when she wakes up with lime green hair all over her body, don't come crying to me!' Talk about vindictive. I didn't know Hermione could be like that. I guess I see what she's mad about. The potions supposed to be purple, not yellow.
'Ah, look, Pansy ruined the Mudblood's potion. I almost feel sorry for her, almost.' Sorry? This side of Malfoy is a little wierd, It's like he has feelings.
One more minute, good, I don't think I can stand this pressure much longer. Damn Malfoy! Putting that image in my head, oh god, I think I just got harder, if that's even possible. Hurry up and dismiss the class already!
Thank god! Now, off to find a bathroom!
A/N: You guys were so nice to me that I thought I'd another chapter! and if you're thinking that it's not quite humor, it'll get funnier, but not really blatant comedy. Hmm, we'll just have to see how it progresses I suppose, ;) please review!