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A/N: Well, its that time again! Get ready for a...slightly entertaining episode of "The Ghost, the Room and the Boy Who Lived." For all those wondering, the room will be explained...when I get that far!
Still dedicated to my lovely friends Mena and Yumna! But this chapter is also dedicated to everyone who reads AND reviews! DONT LET ME DOWN PEOPLE!
PS: please forgive any spelling mistakes, my spell checker is playing up! It will be fixed by the next update! (So that's, what? A month?)
My rant is over... and now, for the feature presentation!
CHAPTER 6
The next few weeks were spent in lessons and doing homework by every member of Hogwarts... Well, nearly every member. Ron seemed a bit preoccupied with all the food available in the school, but then he had never been interested in working his entire life. Harry, on the other hand, threw himself into his work to the surprise of all his friends, especially Hermione. She had never seen him work so hard, he had even forgotten to go the Quidditch practise three times. Hermione was desperate to find out what had caused him to discover his scholarly side, and set about trying to find out what had happened four weeks ago.
Draco had also noticed Harry's sudden interest in his studies but he fully understood the reason behind it. He was currently in the library, two tables away from Harry, trying to bring him out of this state, which had been his mission for the past week. Draco had been steadily throwing tiny balls of parchment at Harry's glasses for three hours. As Harry became more involved in his Potions book, the bits of parchment became bigger and bigger. Every now and then, he would miss and cause Madame Pince to look up from her huge catalogue of books.
By now, however, Draco was bored of the game he had created, when he tried to hit Harry's glasses as many times as possible. He wanted Harry's attention and he knew throwing paper across a library was not going to work. He needed a much more straight forward approach. Before Harry could run away, Draco sat down next to him and took his book out of his hands. Harry kept his eyes on the table, still trying to pretend Draco wasn't there.
"Come on, Potter! You can't keep this up. Anymore studying and your brain might explode." Draco watched as Harry's face moved up to look at him.
"Go away!"
"Umm... No."
"Leave me alone!" Harry started to stand up when he felt a hand grip his arm.
"Hey! I've only insulted you once after three hours of being in the same room. That's progress."
"What do you think you're doing?" Harry and Draco looked round to see Madam Pince standing behind them, hands on her hips. She raised her hand quickly "Don't answer that. You have been disruptng the peace and quiet of this library for too long. You BOTH have detention this evening."
"But..."
"NO BUTS! Report here after dinner." She turned back to her desk, triumphant.
Harry turned back to Draco, pulled his arm away, grabbed his bag and stormed out of the library. All Draco could do was think: What did I do?
X --- X --- X
When the clock chimed seven o'clock, Harry was on his way to the library, wondering what might happen during his detention. What do you actually do in a library detenton?
Before he realised it, Harry was standing in the entrance of the library. He peered inside but couldn't see any sign of Madame Pince. Oh well, he thought, I'll just have to come back tomorrow. As he was turning around to leave, he heard a voice from right behind him.
"And where do you think you are going?" Harry looked over his shoulder to see Malfoy staring daggers at him, holding a huge pile of books.
"Umm, nowhere?" Harry mumbled cautiously.
"Good! Here," Draco thrust the books into Harry's arms. "We have to put all these books away, in the right places."
Harry just stood there as Draco picked up another pile of books and skulked off to the other side of the library.
"I'd better get to work then."
X --- X --- X
The next two hours were spent in total boredom for Harry. Putting books away turned out to be just as dull as it sounded. What didn't help was that Harry knew he couldn't sit down. If he did, he wouldn't have been able to stand up again. So Harry had been on his feet for the entire two hours, and had managed to get rid of most of the books. He only had three books left, and headed to the other end of the library, where Draco had headed.
Suddenly Harry realised he hadn't actually heard or seen Draco since then. He started walking just a little faster, turning the corner very quickly and set eyes on a dozing Draco with his head resting on a desk surrounded by books.
Harry laughed silently at the sight in front of him. He'd seen a lot inthe past seven years, but he never thought he would ever see Draco Malfoy, the Ice Prince, looking innocent. Harry gently put down his books and sat down in the seat opposite Draco, still laughing to himself.
I can't believe my eyes! Malfoy actually looking weak!
You were woried about him, though. You ran when you thought he was in trouble, said a little voice in his head, the voice he had been supressing for four weeks.
Before Harry had a chance to retaliate, he noticed Draco stirring. He looked quite sweet, with that lost look everyone had for the first ten seconds after waking up.
"Good morning." Harry said, instantly chastising himself silently.
All the sleepiness that had been in Draco's eyes immediately disappeared when he realised he was not alone. He looked up slowly and saw Harry sitting opposite with a simle creeping across his face.
"What you smiling at?" Draco snapped, trying to quickly piece together where he was and what was happening.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Harry said, the simle growing even more, no matter how much he tried to stop it.
"What's the time anyway?" Draco asked sleepily, knowing he was not going to stop Harry smiling. And anyway, he rather liked it.
"Half nine." Harry replied quickly. "Oh, crap, I'd better go. Hermione's gonna grill me if I'm back too late." And Harry was out of his chair and out of sight before Draco could say anything.
"Night, Harry." He mumbled as he pulled his hair back into its ponytail that had somehow come undone during the course of the evening.
"Night, Draco." Harry said quickly as his head momentarily appeared back round the bookcase before disappearing again.
A/N: Well, that's it for another episode! Hope you enjoyed it. Next time on "The Ghost, the Room and the Boy Who Lived"... Hermione tells Ron of her suspicions about Harry's strange behaviour recently, and gets completely blown off by Ron...Harry and Draco actually have a proper conversation...and, well you're just gonna have to wait, won't you? lol
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