'Don't hit him! Don't hit him! Oh, damn it, I have to!' AAAHHH! He's going to hit me!
"Fuck!" 'Fuck! He ducked! Cheater! Ow, that hurts!' Yeah, that's right, I ducked. You didn't think I was going to let him hit me? "Fuck you, Potter." Yes, please.
"Your very welcome." Sarcasm gets them every time. I think he just snarled at me. Whatever, you tried to hit me.
"I hate you, Potter." 'For making me try to hit you when I'd rather be shagging you but that so wasn't fair.' Nothing's fair in love and war. I suppose we're in the war part right now.
"Whatever, Malfoy." Just walk away, that's good. I see Hermione released Ron. Draco's cradling his hand. I feel bad, but Madam Pomfrey will fix it.
"Harry, how could you do that?" Calm down, Hermione, I didn't get hurt.
"It's okay, nothing happened." Only because I could hear his thoughts...
"But you could have been hurt!" 'When will you grow up, Harry?' I'm grown up! I kinda have to be, what with Voldemort and all.
"Hermione, he's fine, leave it alone." Thank you, Ron.
'If you hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten Malfoy to a pulp.' Oh, Ron, violence never solved anything. Now, what were we doing before we were so rudely interrupted? Oh yeah, going to back to the dormitories so I could think.
"Come on, guys, let's go back to the common room." I think I need some 'alone time'.
'Ron, you shouldn't encourage this, but I guess, given your lack of maturity, it's to be expected.' Can't argue with that.
'I wonder if Lavender will be there? She's so hot.' Ew, Ron, don't need to hear about that, thanks. Besides, Hermione loves you. If you'd just pull your heads out of the clouds for half a second, you would realize it.
'What time is it? Hmm, I wonder if there's enough time to start the potions homework before dinner.' Ugh, homework. Is that all she ever thinks about? 'And I need to find that spell for hair growth and color change.' I guess not.
Ah, peace and quiet of the common room. Well, almost, I guess I should go to my room if I really want peace.
Here I am at the dorm and...Seamus is here, great. Wait, is he with someone?
"Oh, do that again." He is! And it sounds like a little more than friends.
"Like that?" And that's another guy, but who?
"God, Blaise, faster!" Okay, it's Blaise. I guess that's the Gryffindor Dra-Malfoy meant. Maybe that means he's over me, yes! I'm free!
Did I almost say 'Draco'? What's happening to me? Oh! Okay, that was a little more than I needed to see. Looks like I don't get any alone time today. Maybe I'll just do my homework.
"I've decided to join you guys." Yes, I'm going to do homework.
"That's great, Harry!" I know, I know, you're excited, Hermione.
'Good, he's going to do something productive for once.' Excuse me, but I am always productive. So maybe it's not always important, but it has a purpose!
"So, what are we doing?" What homework have we in store for today?
"Potions." Ron sounds absolutely ecstatic, not.
'I HATE potions! Why do I have to take it? It's not like I'm going to be whipping up antidotes at a moments noti--Hey, is that Lavender?' Someone's easily distracted. Is it Lavender? Why, yes, it is, and that is a mighty small skirt she is wearing, might I add.
'Slut.' Actually I kind of agree with you on this one Hermione.
"Oh, hi, Ron!" I hate Lavender's voice. It's so high pitched, like a chihuahua.
"Hi, Lavender." Don't sound so dreamy, Ron, it's unappealing.
"Hi, Harry." Oh god, she's trying to be seductive. Why doesn't she get that I'm gay?
'Why does Lavender like Harry? Why doesn't she like me? Am I too tall? Or maybe it's my hair, maybe she doesn't like red-heads. No, she's not that shallow, right?' Uh, Ron, have you just met Lavender?
"Hey, Lavender." Just be cool, and maybe she'll go away. Nooo, she sat down. You can't join our 'study party'.
'Go away, you leech.'
"Hi, Lavender, how are you?" Hermione certainly presents a good facade.
"I'm doing well, Hermione, it's just," Oh no, "Parvati is at Charms club and I don't have anyone to hang out with." 'Aaw, tear, I feel so bad for you, NOT!'
"Oh, well that's too bad." 'Go away!' For once, I agree. Lavender is really annoying at times, and now is one of those times.
"Well, I just thought maybe I could hang with you guys for awhile." Does she think that smile is winning? Because I'd have to say no.
'Yes! Hang with us! Like me!' Oh, Ron, don't be so desperate. You've already got a girl who loves you.
Hermione's giving me that look.
'God, Harry, please say no, please, please, please!'
"I...uh..." What should I do? I'm bad at confrontation. I don't want Hermione mad, but I'd feel bad turning down Lavender.
'Please say no, Harry. I can't say no.
'Please say yes, Harry! Please, please, please!' Ugh, who to let down, two or one? I guess two wins out.
"Sure, Lavender, you can sit with us." Why did I do that? Hermione looks crushed and Ron looks ecstatic.
"Thanks, Harry!" Gross, she just kissed me on the cheek. I'm gay, I tell you!
'No, Harry. She's going to steal Ron.' I'm sorry, but what was I supposed to do? The most I can do is shrug in apology.
'Don't think that makes up for it, mister. This is your fault.' She's thinking a bit irrationally right now. She'll get over it, I hope.
'Harry, you rule! Now, Lavender, notice me!' Yeah, yeah, I'm a great friend. If I was a better one, I would just tell you to give up on Lavender and go for Hermione.
Now, what were we working on? Potions, that was it. Where is my book? Ron, you're resting your elbow on my book.
"Ow!" Well, if you'd been paying attention instead of gazing open-mouthed at Lavender, I wouldn't have had to pull it out from under you.
'I wonder what kind of shampoo she uses...' I guess you're not too mad then.
'Nice one, Harry, I approve.' Good, I'm glad I have your approval.
Now to try to concentrate. Wormwood...wormwood...what does it do? That sounds familiar, where have I heard it before?
Hmm, 'Is a prominent ingredient in the Draught of Living Death.' Wait, I remember! My very first day ever at Hogwarts Snape asked me about that! That evil git, how was I supposed to know? I can't believe how evil he was...is.
'God, Lavender is so hot. Look at her breasts, they're so big. I just want to run my hands over her soft ti--' NO! Ew! I have to get out of here! I don't want to hear that!
"What's wrong, Harry?" You wouldn't ask that if you knew what I'd just heard, Hermione.
"Nothing, I just...uh, need to go to the library." Yeah, the library, somewhere quiet.
"Okay, um, we'll see you at dinner then?" Only if those thoughts are out of Ron's mind.
"Yeah, sure." Gotta get out of here, now!
Thank god, that was the worst thing I've ever heard in my entire life. The door is closed now and I'm in the corridor. I really don't want to go to the library. What time is it? It's almost time for dinner, I suppose I could go down early.
Jeez, how far away is the Great Hall? It doesn't always seem to take this long. Maybe because I'm tired. I think I need to sleep. Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight. Aw, who am I kidding, I'll go to bed late like I always do.
I guess I've been walking around for awhile because there are Ron and Hermione. They must have finished the homework, or Hermione was finally able to pull him away from Lavender, either or.
Hey, and there's Luna. She's always good for some tension breaking.
"Hey, Luna." She looks as dreamy as ever. I wonder what it would be like to be in her head...Hmm...
"Oh, Hello, Harry." Good ol' Luna. "Hello, Ron, Hermione."
"Hello, Luna." 'Great, Luna. I wonder what kind of made-up creature she's looking for this time.' That's a good question, Hermione. I think I'll ask her.
"So, what are you doing, Luna?" I think her eyes just bulged a little. That must mean it's something big.
"My father told me that there are Swishmangle Doddlers in the castle, and I'm going to find one!" Wow, I wonder what that is...
'Ha! That's not real. She is so naive.' Come on, Hermione. Just because she believes in things that are a little...different...doesn't mean she's crazy.
"That's lovely, Luna." See, I'm at least encouraging. Ron, don't laugh at her.
'That is the craziest girl I've ever met, and I'm friends with Hermione!' Now, that's just plain mean.
"Yes, I can't wait to find one! They like to hide behind old tapestries and latch onto passersby, so be careful! They will suck out your brain cells and use them to multiply!" Ooh, scary.
"I'll be careful." It's just best to humor her.
"Good! Well, I guess I'll see you later!" She is the funniest person ever.
"Bye, Luna." Always good for a pick me up.
'Thank god she's gone. I couldn't take anymore of that inane blabbering.' Do you know, sometimes you are just as annoying as she is, Hermione. Just because she is more open-minded than you are is no reason to criticize.
"Let's go to dinner." Is that what we were doing? Oh yes, I remember now. I guess I'm easily distracted.
So what's for dinner? Ooh, pork chops! I really like those.
'Yum! I love this stuff!' We know, Ron, food! I'm just glad those thoughts are out of your head. That was something I definitely never needed to hear.
Where's Seamus? No, wait, I see him. He could try being a little less conspicuous, what with all those glances over at the Slytherin table. I know Blaise is hot and everything, but try to be a little more secretive.
Blaise is talking to Malfoy. I wish I could hear what they were saying. Wait, why do I want to know? Something weird is happening to me. How am I supposed to ever concentrate when other people's thoughts are bombarding my own?
'How do they get the filling inside of the pastries?'
'Why is Ron so dense? Am I not giving enough signals? What does he see in Lavender?'
'Does it look like I'm paying attention, Blaise? I'd rather be fucking Potter's brains out.'
Oh my god! Can't I get a moments peace? This is so frustrating! Ow. I think I'm getting a migraine. Why is Dumbledore smiling? Doesn't he know how painful and annoying this is? Maybe he has some kind of answer, I'll talk to him later.
Right now, it's time for desert! Oh look, they have chocolate covered strawberries today. I wonder what the house elfs were thinking tonight. This one looks good. It's the reddest and plumpest.
Mmm, I love the taste of strawberries, the way the flavor bursts in your mouth, first kind of bitter and then the rush of sugar overtakes it. Oops, it dripped, better lick that off my hand before it runs.
'Does he know what he's doing to me? Good gods he is so sexy.' I hadn't really thought about it. I suppose strawberries can be erotic, if put in the proper situation. Maybe I'll tease him a bit.
'If he does anymore with that tongue of his, I think I'll have to find some excuse to duel so I can touch him. I want to lick that juice off his chin, run my tongue down his neck, feel him shiver underneath me, know that I caused it. That's what I want.' I want that too. Please, please, I want that! Wait, no, why am I thinking this?
Damn Malfoy! He's got me all confused! I knew I was gay, but him? I'd like to know exactly how long this has been going on.
I think that's enough food for today. Those strawberries were really good, and I ate like 7 of them. Seven is an odd number. Actually it's supposedly the most magical number. I wonder if that was a coincidence. Eh, oh well.
"Hey, guys, I'm going to go back to the common room." Yeah, I'm tired, and I still haven't finished the potions essay, ugh.
"Ok, Harry. We'll see you in a bit." 'Maybe I can get Ron to notice me differently.' Good luck with that.
"Sure, later, mate." 'I wonder if Harry's avoiding us...Nah.' Avoidance...eh, maybe. You guys have the weirdest thoughts sometimes, which makes it difficult to think myself.
Okay, and I'm out the door. Whew, it feels good to be alone with my thoughts.
i 'Fucking Pansy, can't leave me alone, that evil whore. If I don't want to talk, I don't want to talk! What doesn't she understand? Oh no, Potter.' /i Or not so much.
Here's Malfoy, again. Does he always do this, or have I just never noticed before?
'Oh, Potter, here we are again. My god, you have a nice body.' He just checked me out! I swear he did, the way his eyes raked up and down my torso. Fine, two can play at this game.
"Hi, Malfoy." That's it, sound seductive.
'Is he hitting on me?' Glad you're such a quick study.
"What the hell do you want, Potter?" Don't be like that. Defensive tones are never happy.
"I think you know what I want." Oh ho! That's right! Harry Potter can be devious! That was fun, watching that sneer fall right off his face.
'He IS hitting on me! Fine, Potter, if you want to play, let's play.' Yes! He's joining in the game, this ought to be fun. He's moving closer to me. I can almost smell him. It's an enticing mix of vanilla and mint. He's close enough now to touch. Maybe if I just...
"Ah, ah, ah, Potter, hands off the goods." What? He's smirking at me now, like's won.
'Oh, Potter, so naive. You think I'd let this happen? I'm going to get you, but not now.' Get me? What does that mean? Well, you know, I really don't feel like waiting.
Your lips are so close. Ah, where did that come from? I'm kissing Malfoy, and god does it feel good.
A/N: i know, another cliffie, but once i get back to school i'll try to, you know, post a little more regularly...hopefully. anywho, read and review please!