I'm just a silly cloud,
Floating on the breeze
The sunlight dances,
And your smiles tease.
With me just a silly cloud,
I can offer you a drop of rain.
Wash a muddied wound
Or maybe remove a stain.
Oh, I'm just a silly cloud
but you can't send me away
Not with sun or moon
Or even if you pray.
For once, Draco had managed to write something that he'd term... whimsical. Oh, it wasn't sentimental, not really, nor maudlin (thank Merlin himself!). But it wasn't serious, not in the slightest. And, Draco thought, sometimes we just have to have one of those days. Trips to the owlry were a bit easier now that Potter and Weasley weren't setting traps, and Draco liked to think on the way up there. Something really hadn't added up yesterday and he badly wanted, no, needed, to know what Granger was up to. Because something seemed ... twisted... about what she was up to. And, sometimes, twisted meant dangerous. Well, Draco Malfoy wasn't quite sure what he could do, but... that would depend on what was going on. What was wrong.
Both Harry and Blaise arrived at Potions Class too late. By the time they were there (a minute before it was officially supposed to start), Malfoy and Granger were spitting at each other, discussing potions esoterica with a fervor that had their lips about three inches from each other's. Blaise simply sighed, shaking his head and opening a book. Harry, on the other hand, sat there on the potions' desk, his legs swinging, as he watched the two gesticulate at each other. He looked thoughtful, and Blaise occasionally sent him a questioning look.
It had probably been about ten minutes since the beginning of class, when Harry opened his mouth, "But what about Shetopf's Principle of Contagion? Wouldn't that extend to cats' whiskers?"
Hermione's eyes widened, as she looked at Harry in almost sheer disbelief.
Draco Malfoy looked over at Potter, and raised an eyebrow, seemingly unwilling to credit that something useful had come out of Potter's mouth (particularly since they were five blackboards into their discussion, and those were crammed full of notes and diagrams). Worse, Potter had seemingly ended the argument entirely, by bringing up something neither of them were thinking about.
Harry Potter shrugged modestly, saying uncomfortably, "It was raining last weekend. Hermione gave me something to read."
"Exactly how much did you give him to read?" Draco Malfoy addressed Granger skeptically.
"Three books on Potions this week." Hermione Granger said, and mentioned three books that were generally assigned reading for Potions Apprentices.
Draco Malfoy turned back to Potter, raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips together, as if in thought, "I guess you really aren't as stupid as Weasley."
Harry's eyes narrowed, and only cleared up when he realized that Draco hadn't actually used an insulting tone. In fact, he'd been shooting for bland. Not that it'd actually worked, but...
It was then Draco's turn to shrug, "No fighting near potions, remember?"
Blaise drawled over the whole moment, "Touching. But can we at least get started now? It's been half an hour since we were supposed to start, and I've got a date. Calling the short one!"
[a/n: Do you want to hear about Snape after class? Because he's going to catch up to the Gryffindor trio... Da-duh!
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