WOO HOOO! CHAPTER 4! My plans for chapter five are very...interesting. hehehe...let's just say you Harry/Draco fangirl/boysmight be happy again. Is there such a thing as a fanboy?
He was walking down a long dark hallway, a hallway at Hogwarts. The windows were black and the stars shown brilliantly in the night sky. He turned and corner and bumped into Malfoy.
"Oof!" he yelled as he fell to the ground, sprawled on the floor in a rather silly position.
"Oh, are you alright?" Draco asked in a kind voice, extending his hand to help Harry to his feet.
Harry awoke with a start. What the hell was that about? He shook his head and sat up and heard Ron still snoring in his four-poster. He looked out the window. The sun was just over the roof of the Astronomy tower, casting a celestial glow around its triangular roof, and the sky, dotted with a few clouds, was a soft rose-pink. Harry stretched, yawning and pulled back the covers, slapping his feet onto the cold, stone floor. He grabbed his toothbrush and went into the bathroom. By the time he was done, Ron was up and about, pulling out his clothes from various draws.
"I love Sunday mornings!" said Ron, cheerfully.
"Have a good dream did you?" asked Harry, cringing on the inside, remembering his.
"Nah," said Ron, averting his eyes, "There's no classes, breakfast until one o'clock, what's not to like?" he turned around, "What's bugging you, mate?" Harry had sat down on his bed, thinking. He hadn't really been listening but looked up when Ron had addressed him.
"Ah…nothing, Ron. Don't worry, I'm just tired that's all. Stayed up late last night, thinking."
"You know, Dumble—" he paused, sitting on the bed next to Harry, any mention of their now deceased headmaster upset both of them. "Dumbledore would have wanted you to confide in me and Hermione," a light came to his eyes, replacing the sadness, "if something was wrong, Harry."
"Yeah, I know. But nothing's wrong. Just tired that's all." Harry got up from the bed and took a deep breath. "Hey, lets go to breakfast. Hermione's probably waiting for us."
"Yeah, she'll be in a huff if we're late for her or something," Ron smirked.
Draco strolled to the Great Hall, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. They were completely silent for once, noticing that he needed to think, but Goyle had spotted Pansey. Draco had asked them to keep an eye out for her. He wasn't sure how she would react when he told her he didn't like her; he hadn't really liked her at all. Goyle tapped Malfoy on the shoulder and jerked his head towards her.
"Goyle, what did I—Oh shit," he had spotted Pansey, luckily her back was turned towards him. "Hurry!" he hissed at them, "Behind here!" They ducked behind a tapestry that they knew led to another corroder.
"Oof!" Harry yelled as he fell to the ground, sprawled on the floor in a rather silly position.
"Oh, are you—Watch it, Potter!" Draco looked fiercely at Harry in what he thought was a believably malicious glare. He saw confusion swim in Harry's eyes, but only for a second. They narrowed to green slits as Hermione helped him up off the ground.
"Oh God, you let that…" Draco's voice faltered, "that Mudblood touch you?" His mouth twitched as he tried to sneer but it only made his face look slightly contorted.
Crabbe sniggered, "Hehe, 'touch.'" Goyle nudged him angrily.
"For your information, Malfoy, she's my friend. I don't care about what the hell her parents are and you shouldn't either." He walked past Draco, purposely knocking him into the wall.
Draco looked down at his shoes, ignoring Crabbe and Goyle who were still sniggering. Now he's going to think I'm some racist bastard…again. I've got to get him alone. Show him the real me. Yeah. But I have to ditch these oafs. He looked up at Crabbe and Goyle, who had evidently noticed his silence.
"Breakfast," was all he said as he sped off to the Great Hall. His cohorts willingly followed.
That sick, sick bastard, was all Harry could think while eating his breakfast of kipper and fried eggs. Hermione was obviously hurt, but she decided not to take it too personally.
She folded her newspaper gingerly and looked at Harry, "Malfoy's voice cracked when he said…that word. Did you notice that?"
"What?" Harry looked up from his plate, "Oh yeah, that was weird." It wasn't weird to Harry, though. He was torn between his maybe-liking Draco, and the fact that he had still called his best friend a…well, a bad thing.
"I don't get why it's so important that his voice cracked. You guys analyze everything." Ron hadn't been paying attention to their conversation. To him, it was simply another Malfoy incident. "It's called 'puberty.' Yeesh." He bent his head back over his potatoes and began shoveling them into his mouth.
"You're in a hurry then?" asked Hermione, watching him make a mess of himself. "Where're you off to? Lavender I presume?"
Ron's ears turned red. He looked up from his plate, glaring at Hermione who giggled; his cheeks were bursting with potato and egg was unattractively dangling from his lower lip. "You 'ow we' been ov'r 'Mione," he swallowed with a large gulp, "Shut up about it already! What's your problem, anyway?"
She tried to stifle her giggle; the sight of Ron talking with potatoes and egg in his mouth while being the colour of a beet was rather amusing to her. "I'm sorry, Ronald. I'll stop. For real." (A/N: FUR REAL FRIENDS! I was gonna make Harry say this, but…that'd be really weird.)
Ron snorted and gulped the rest of his food down. "But where are you going?" asked Hermione again, looking quizzically at him while he got up to go.
"Library," Ron muttered. He then hurried off towards the entrance and was gone.
"What the hell is that about?" Harry looked puzzled, he had been silent during the exchange between Ron and Hermione. Ron never went to the Library if he didn't have to.
"I don't know, but don't you have Quiddich practice soon?" She began unfolding her paper again.
"Oh yeah!" Harry smiled brightly and practically bounced out of his seat. "I'll see you later, Hermione."
"Yeah, okay," she brought her Daily Prophet back in front of her face. The days paper was so large it hid her bushy hair.
Harry ran back up to the Common Room, grabbing his Quiddich robes and Firebolt. When he went back down the stairs he found his team waiting for him. "What's going on?" They all looked rather put down.
"The Slytherin's have the field today," said Ginny. "We tried to make a compromise, which didn't work, duh. We then tried to argue, which didn't work, duh. We then tried to fight, which worked a little bit…" The rest of the Gryffindor's laughed.
"She hexed Malfoy so bad he smashed into a tree," said Dean, smiling at Ginny. It killed Harry to see him look at her that way, but his anger at her for smashing Malfoy into a tree was unexplainable and indescribable.
"You WHAT!" The Gryffindor's stopped laughing.
"What do you mean, Harry?" asked Angelina, perplexed. "We thought you'd think it was funny."
Harry coughed. Think fast! Think fast! "Yeah, it's funny alright…Funny to start off on the wrong foot!"
"What do you mean?" asked Ginny, who looked downtrodden.
"I mean that you just ask for trouble every time you curse him. Now he's going to hate you even more! He's going to find you and hurt you or something!" Harry was confused by himself; he didn't really care weather Draco hurt Ginny. In fact, she deserved it for hurting him. What's going on? Harry turned around,
"I'm going to go take a walk." He went through the portrait hole and sped off to find Draco. As he stepped through he heard Dean say, "What's up with him? He's been acting weird lately, Ginny."
Harry entered the Quiddich pitch to find the Slytherin's already zooming around every which way on their fancy brooms. Since Draco was now the captain of the Slytherin team, it no longer seemed odd for Harry to want to speak to him. Right? He thought about what it would look like if he tried to take the Slytherin captain aside in order to have a civil conversation. He finaly decided that it wasn't that odd, as long as he didn't seem too polite.
"Oi, Malfoy!" Harry called, zooming into the air. He found the other boy high above the others, searching for the snitch.
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