'Oh my god, oh my god! Potter is kissing me, what do I do? Wait, is that his tongue, in my mouth? It's so soft and smooth, just like I imagined. Mmm, you taste like strawberries. Do you know what you do to me, Potter? Fuck, if this wasn't so wrong, I'd push you into that broom closet and have my way.'
I'm kissing Malfoy. What has gotten into me? But wait, his arms are sliding around my waist. That feels really nice. Oop, he just pulled me closer. Someone's having a good time, I can definitely tell. What would happen if I touched it...
"Oh, Potter." He just moaned, my name! This is incredible. I never knew I could have so much control over someone. This is a long kiss. I love his lower lip. I just want to suck on it and nibble it forever. He doesn't seem to mind.
'Ack, no, I have to stop this. He is NOT the dominant one. I'm supposed to be doing this.' Aw, you can let go once in awhile, can't you? Oh, he pushed me away.
"What the fuck, Potter!" Sure, he sounds upset, but I think otherwise.
"I...I..." What do I tell him? That I can hear his thoughts and know he enjoyed that? Somehow, I don't think that would go over too well. He's glaring at me now, that's uncomfortable.
"Answer me, damn it!" 'Fuck, Potter, please come up with an excuse, make it a good one. I can't take this.' A good excuse? I'm not good at those. Why do you think I get detention all the time?
"I fell." Oh, god, he must think I'm crazy. That was the worst excuse I've ever heard, and I'm the one who said it!
"You fell." That tone is so disbelieving. I don't blame him. That was so lame.
"Yeah." This is so horrible. What kind of mistake did I just make?
"You are such a bad liar, Potter." I know! I know! I can't help it.
"You think I wanted to do that, Malfoy? I'd rather go live in a colony of Blast-Ended Skrewts." See, I can lie better, I just have to try.
"No one's stopping you." 'If I was smarter, I would.'
"Whatever, Malfoy, just stay away from me." That was harsh, but I don't know what else to do. I know that's not what he wants, hell, it's not what I want.
"It'd be my pleasure, Potter." Ugh, that sneer. 'No! Potter, why are you so dense? Can't you see that I want you?' How am I supposed to know that? It's not like you ever told me.
'Don't you get that all I ever wanted was your attention? I don't pick on you for no reason.' Seems like it. Why did I have to be so mean? And now he's gone, and I'm all alone in the corridor.
Nice going, Harry. That was real smart. Even I can't believe how stupid I am sometimes. I mean, really, I fell? What was that? I could have come up with a better lie. Why did I do it anyway? That's something I don't understand myself.
This has got to be the weirdest day of my life. Definitely the longest. I'm thinking I need a little help with these thoughts. They're starting to drive me crazy.
Hey, look, Dumbledore's office. That's a coincidence. Maybe I should go talk to him, see if there's anyway to fix this.
Oh, damn, I don't know the password...
"Sugar quill?" Nope, maybe another candy. "Sherbert Lemon?" No again. Anyway, why would he use the same password over again? "Fizzing Whisbees?" Damn!
Why do we have a headmaster that no one can ever see? What's the point of having an office if students can't get in to see you?
"Lemon drop," no, "Chocolate Frog," no, "Cockroach Cluster," no, "Pixie sticks?" Okay, I know, he probably doesn't know what a pixie stick is, but it was worth a shot.
"Fuck! Can't you just let me in?" I think the gargoyle just frowned at me. Can they do that? Fine, I'll try one more time, then I'm going to bed.
"Pumpkin Pasty?" Finally! Jeez, why is it so hard to guess a stupid password? Besides, Pumpkin Pasty's aren't even good.
"Hello, Harry. What brings you here tonight?" Oh, nothing, just felt like having a chat. Do you really not know? Or do you just enjoy torturing me?
"I was wondering if you were sure there is no way to fix this." Please, please tell me there's a way to fix this. God, he's twinkling again, doesn't he ever stop?
"I'm sorry, Harry, but there's really nothing you can do." Why? Why is there nothing to do? He's giving me a knowing smile. You don't think he knows what i I'm /i thinking, do you? No...right?
"Nothing?" Nothing? Please, no. I can't take all these retarded thoughts floating through my head at odd times; it's distracting.
"No, don't worry though, it should become easier to block out the thoughts soon." God, I hope so. Well, this was a big waste of time. What's the point of trying to find the password if it doesn't do any good?
"Well, I guess I'll go then." This was stupid.
"Wait, Harry," Hmm? "Do you want to talk about anything you've heard today? I'm sure it must be challenging to sort out the thoughts." Oh, not really. It's pretty easy to tell whose is who's.
"Not much to tell, really." Except that apparently Malfoy is crazily obsessed with me...
"Really?" Yes, really. What does he know?
"Yeah, actually, professor, I have some homework to do, so if you don't mind..." I want to get out of here!
"Of course, Harry, go ahead." Thank you! Whew, for a second there, I thought he knew what I've been hearing all day. I wonder how he would take that? I'd rather not find out.
Here I am at the common room again. I wonder how many times in a day I come back here. I bet I could save time and energy by not coming here a million times a day.
There's Ron and Hermione. I'll sit with you, as long as you keep Ron's thoughts PG. What are you doing? Homework? I guess I should too.
"Hey, mate, where've you been?" Ha-ha, you really don't want to know, Ron, trust me.
"I went to..." Quick, think of a plausible lie! "...the library to look for a book." That's a good excuse, right?
"Oh, well, are you done with the potions essay?" No, because I didn't go to the library, duh. 'Harry is sure spending a lot of time in the library lately...' I hope he doesn't catch on... 'I hope Hermione's not rubbing off on him.' Worry alleviated.
'Why is Harry in the library so much now?' Now's the time to worry... 'What is he really doing? I know it can't be studying, he never does that on his own. He's hiding something.' Yes, I'm hiding something, please don't try to figure it out. It's hard enough to hide things from you when I can't hear your thoughts. Now I know things before you even do them. I'll have to pre-empt my strike.
That's too much work. I'd rather just block out your thoughts and have everything go back to normal! That would be nice.
"No, I didn't finish it yet." I hate potions. Why do I need it to be an Auror again?
"Oh, Harry." Don't sound so disappointed, Hermione. It's not like I always want to do homework, unlike someone I know. I just rolled my eyes at her and I don't think she liked it very much.
'Someday I won't be there to help you, Harry Potter. What will you do then, huh?' Find someone else to do my work for me? No, okay, I don't know. I'll actually do work. I'm not incapable you know.
Arr, I hate potions! Why did I have to test into the N.E.W.T level? Couldn't Snape have kicked me out? You know, after I killed Voldemort, you'd think he'd be a bit nicer to me, but no.
I still can't believe it was that easy to kill old Voldy. I mean, really, who would have thought that the most powerful evil wizard of all time would choke on a pretzel? I mean, come on! It was almost too easy. All I had to do was enhance his choking with a simple spell. Sometimes I forget that he's dead since it only happened last summer. People are always reminding me when I ask stupid questions about what he's doing.
It wasn't that hard, so really, I don't deserve all the praise I get. Sure I'm the 'Savior of the Wizarding World," "The-Boy-Who-Lived." You know what I've always wondered, why does that name have to be hyphenated? I don't understand it, but whenever I see it written, it's always hyphenated. "The Chosen One," I tell you, these are some of the stupidest names ever.
They need to get journalists who have better imaginations. That makes me almost positive that it wasn't Rita Skeeter who invented the names. She is quite creative.
'Is Harry paying attention? He seems to be spacing out more lately.' What? I guess I should concentrate, huh? Yeah, that would be good. What was I doing again? Oh, yeah, Potions...
"Hermione, I don't understand this." Yeah, I don't understand, please help me?
"Harry, it's not that difficult." For you, maybe. We all know you're the smartest witch of the year, no need to flaunt it. "Here, I'll do it."
"Really?" You will? Why? I shouldn't be so suspicious. She's being nice, I should take advantage.
"Hey! Why don't you help me?" 'Why does she help Harry? Does she like him more than me? That's not fair!' Fairness has nothing to do with it. At least you want her attention, that's a good sign.
"Ron, Harry at least tries. I'm sure he has other things on his mind." 'Unlike you.' Okay, what does she know?
"I have other things on my mind!" He sounds indignant.
"Really? Like what?" Yes, do tell Ron. What do you think about? This is a trap if I've ever seen one.
"I...it...you..." Yes, Ron? 'What do I tell her? I don't think about anything else! She's right, I don't think!' Now, that's funny! "What are you laughing at?" He sounds mad now. I guess I shouldn't have laughed so loudly, but it was funny!
"Nothing, Ron." Placate him, that's the idea. 'Laughing at me...Stupid Harry, just 'cause he saved the world doesn't mean he can laugh at me.' Someone's bitter. I didn't hear you complaining when I saved your sorry ass from Voldemort. I seem to recall you cowering on the ground like a puppy dog. Maybe I'm a little bitter...
"We are never going to finish this essay if you don't concentrate!" Why do I need to concentrate if you already said you would do it for me? I don't understand the way your mind works sometimes, Hermione.
"Okay, I'm almost done." Yes, I'm almost done. Thank god, this essay is the worst ever. I think it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to listen to your thoughts too. It's hard enough with just my own, but add in your thoughts and it makes it one hundred times worse.
Okay, I give up. I am so tired. Today was the longest day of my life. If Ron wasn't my friend, I think I might be interested in doing this same spell on him. See how he likes having to listen to everyone's thoughts. Of course they don't know I can do it yet, and I don't plan on telling them anytime soon. I think I might be able to use this to my advantage. But right now, I'm too tired to do anything. I really think I just need to sleep.
Hopefully that will help. I really hope I can't hear their dreams too. I shudder to think what Ron dreams about, ugh. Is Dumbledore sure there's no way to fix this? Or not even fix it, just enable me to block it faster. Maybe Snape could make a potion...Would I really drink anything Snape gave me though? Probably not.
Where's everybody going? What did I miss?
'Yay, bed. I'm so tired. Come on, Harry, let's go.' What? Bed? I'm coming!
"You coming, Harry?" Yes, I'm coming, Ron!
"Yeah, hold on." Just gotta gather my stuff. I've finally finished this essay, no way am I leaving it down here for the house elfs to mess up.
"'Night, guys." 'Finally, time to look up that spell.' Gee, I wonder what Pansy will look like tomorrow, one guess.
"Good night, Hermione." Yay, bed. I am sooo tired.
Ah, it's nice and dark in here. Neville's already asleep, I can hear him snoring. I don't know how I sleep through it. I guess I must just be used to it by now. Soft pajamas. They're so nice feeling. They have snitches on them. Mrs. Weasley bought them for me.
And to complete the ensemble is a wife beater. It's a muggle fashion, but it's very comfortable.
'Why can't I have a body like Harry's? Maybe that's why Lavender likes him. I mean, he is gay, so I don't understand what she sees. He's not available to her.'
Don't compare yourself to me Ron. It's not good for anyone's self-esteem. Besides, I don't even think I have a good body. People just tell me that, I don't believe them. But Hermione's right about my glasses. Maybe tomorrow I'll go to Madam Pomfrey and see if she can fix it.
But for right now, I think I'd rather sleep. Pull the hangings shut and fall asleep. That's what I want.
I really hope Ron doesn't think too much.
'Maybe Lavender doesn't like me. I wonder if Hermione likes me...I mean, I think I might...' Good, he's asleep. Except now I don't know what he was going to say! Damn it, it might have actually been important! Stupid Ron, doesn't think any important thoughts until he goes to sleep. Jeez.
A/N: New chap, hope you enjoyed!