A/N
So I feel I should give a guideline here, as with the previous chapters, Italics means Harry's reading Draco's journal, but with how he's covering it up this time around, a Bold Italic means it's from a text book. Hopefully it doesn't confuse anyone…
"I'm in love with a Mudblood"
Chapter Four: Fwoopers and Boners.
Harry finally figured it out. It only took half the night, but he found a spell that charmed the eyes to see what was relevant at that time. So, as an example, if he were in Potions class and some slimy git came up behind him, the book and its pages would transform into the set of instructions which he needed at that time, showing him and the nosey body exactly what they intended to see.
All in all it was a win-win situation; Harry wouldn't fall behind in classes or on his homework and he wouldn't get caught reading someone else's journal.
Or so it had seemed at the time. The charm was, in fact, irritating the Boy-Who-Lived, because one minute he'd be reading about how Malfoy was getting sick of Pansy's flirting and then the next, about the history of Goblins and their art of trade.
There was also the fact that Ron was becoming suspicious of all his time reading and studying, instead of wanting to sneak out to the kitchens for a midnight snack or something similar.
… Pansy really has become insufferable these past few weeks, with her concern for my health, lack of sleep and slight obsession with this silver ferret – but it's not like I could very well tell her the truth and not be shunned from everyone within Slytherin for it. However, if her behaviour doesn't cease, it appears I might have to tell her I'm – The Fwooper is an African bird with –
Harry sighed and turned to Ron.
'What?' he asked the ginger.
'Do you think Hagrid will actually get any Fwoopers?' Ron asked with a frown. 'Because I rather like keeping my sanity. And if he does get any, do you reckon he'll get 'em legally?'
'I dunno, Ron,' Harry rubbed his eyes, a little frustrated.
'Come on you two,' said Hermione, coming down the stairs from the girls' dorm. 'I'm not going to tutor Malfoy on my own.' Both boys groaned. 'We're meeting him in the library.'
~DMHPDMHPDMHP~
The Gryffindors sat and waited for the Slytherin to show; Hermione set up the table, Ron grabbed a stack of books to rest his chin atop and Harry tried to find his place in the diary.
What would Malfoy have to tell Parkinson that the other Slytherins would hate him for? The boy legend flicked through the pages, but couldn't seem to find it—he really should have taken Hermione's advice on bookmarks—so he decided to read the next page he came to.
These dreams – I can't say that I'm not enjoying them, because by my arousal in the morning, I obviously am. But I spend so much of my mornings wanking that everyone is becoming concerned, so I am forced to imagine Greg and Vince in swimming shorts every morning to – extremely vivid plumage; Fwoopers may be orange, pink, lime green or yellow.
Harry turned slightly to see an exhausted looking Malfoy standing behind him. 'You look awful,' stated Harry, wondering if it was because of the dreams or because he still hadn't "found" his diary yet.
'Thanks,' sneered the snake sarcastically and both boys rolled their eyes.
'Well,' said Hermione nervously, 'I was thinking we'd start with Ancient Runes, since Professor Babbling was the one to mention your grades.' Malfoy flopped into a chair and Hermione wringed her hands. 'Right,' she whispered, and sat hesitantly beside the blond.
Harry lifted the diary.
– get rid of the ridiculous boner!
The dark haired teen smirked.
It's driving me mental! These dreams filled with the most wonderful sex I've ever experienced outside of my mind; dark hair, tanned skin and the most enchanting eyes ever! I'm curious about – the Fwooper has long been a provider of fancy –
Harry glanced up to silver eyes staring at him, and shifted uncomfortably as they flicked back to their own book.
– who they might belong to! But back onto the topic of boners, whenever I see that horrid trio my body goes through some strange - quills and also lays –
The Boy-Who-Lived looked up at Malfoy again, only to see his face pressed very close to his text book. Harry frowned.
– transitions. I can't explain it really, but it – brilliantly patterned eggs.
Green eyes narrowed at the book.
Harry shifted his gaze up and caught Malfoy's eyes again. 'What?' Harry glared and Malfoy turned his nose up.
'Can't you read, Potter? That book is – what – 40 pages? And it's taking you half an hour to read one page?'
Hermione slammed her hands on the table making everyone jump, 'Enough! We're studying, not fighting,' she glared at the rivals and they turned back to their own books, red-faced and silent.
… is rather concerning. I might have to hex someone over this.
Harry smirked.
Maybe – to my absolute horror of this revelation – these dreams revolve around one of them. I shudder – Though at first enjoyable, Fwooper song –
Harry rolled his neck, eyes still on his book.
…at the thought – I think that this – will eventually drive the listener to insanity.
Harry sighed and stood, 'I'm going back to the common room.' He glared at Malfoy and Ron snorted in his sleep.
'But, Harry,' Hermione's eyes bulged. The plea "please don't leave me" was evident in them.
Harry shook his head, 'I can't concentrate.'
Hermione frowned, 'You need to study too.' She pointed a menacing quill at him.
'I will!'
'I'd feel better if you left, actually,' said Malfoy and Harry sat back down.
'Because I want to make you feel better.' Harry and Draco shared a glare and Hermione sighed.
This was going to be the longest study session in history.
~DMHPDMHPDMHP~
Harry was about ready to pull his hair out by the end of the day when the Golden Trio made their way back to the common room with the promise of another awkward study session tomorrow. Harry vowed that he wouldn't be attending; much to Hermione's chagrin.
'I just can't stand him!' Harry confessed loudly, earning a few annoyed glares from his fellow Gryffindors.
'The blind can see that, Harry,' Hermione growled. 'Please, you must come tomorrow – he makes me uncomfortable.'
'No – I'll stay here.' Harry collapsed into an armchair and kicked off his sneakers.
'What's with you? Last week you wanted to read his bloody diary, but now you can't study with him?' Ron munched on a chocolate frog.
'That's – that's different!' the famous boy blushed. 'Besides! You were asleep the whole time!'
'You were, Ronald.' Hermione raised an eyebrow. 'How is your Potions essay going by the way?'
'This isn't about me! This is about Malfoy and Harry's obsession with each other.'
'Ob- tch! You're mad!' Harry chewed the inside of his cheek.
'Am I? I'm not as stupid as you think I am, mate,' Ron glared at Harry.
'Oh, stop it! No one called you stupid, Ron – and Harry – you are a little obsessed,' the bushy haired girl sighed. 'I'm going to bed – come – don't come – I'm too tired for this,' and to prove her point, she yawned.
The boys watched her ascend the stairs until Ron rounded on his best friend again. 'Figure it out, okay? Night.' With that the redhead left for bed too.
'Whatever,' whispered the Chosen One, deciding to stay back until Ron fell asleep to avoid any further conversation.
And to prove he didn't have an obsession with a certain blond-haired Slytherin, the lion read more of his diary.
I've finally told Pansy to back off a bit, and it seems Greg and Vince have discovered that their lives don't revolve around me. They bother Blaise a bit too much now, but I think they'll always need someone to follow – kind of sad really.
Oh well, I'm just glad Pansy's hands don't try to grab me every second of the day.
On another note – the dreams have become more… vivid and the appearance of the silver ferret more frequent – it's gotten to the point that even if I imagine Snape and Dumbledore going at it in a broom closet with the couching of a House-Elf, it doesn't help my tightness to cease.
Harry wrinkled his nose – there would be nightmares from that image.
The most frustrating thing about it is that I still don't have any real clue as to who it is I'm having mind-blowing, forever-wood dreams about!
I've talked to Snape about fixing me a Potion, an antidote or anything! But he claims that I'm just being hormonal and that no potion can fix that. And I'm certain that he would try more if he knew what I've been dreaming and if he could feel my excruciating pain of constant arousal – or maybe he does know and is laughing behind my back! Damn that tricky bastard!
Harry laughed through his nose.
Last night's was awfully good! And Snape might have every image of it! HE could know who I'm dreaming of and want to keep it from me so that I suffer!
… Okay I'm being a little paranoid… but I'm really frustrated right now – only a few minutes ago I fell asleep at lunch and dreamt of someone throwing the plates and goblets off the tables so that they could do… unspeakable things to me. Whoever this dream person is, they've got a pretty talented tongue, and that's all I'll write on the subject!
The Boy-Who-Lived shifted as a hot tingle ran down his spine, leaving him feeling light-headed and warm in the pit of his stomach.
There's also something else bothering me… I mean, I've considered the possibility before, but never gave it much thought… before I confess anything straight up, I want to test something first… I hope to Merlin's left testicle that whatever I'm thinking is – for once – wrong, because if this is true, then it'll have a very large and embarrassing chain reaction which I'd rather not deal with in this lifetime or any other.
But I think I might have fallen for someone without my full knowledge… pretty stupid I know – but there are a few signs, and I wish that if this is true, that my friends had said something to me – because they would have noticed first!
Ergh, I think this is going to be a week of hating and discovering… hopefully it'll be short.
Harry sneezed, hit his face against the journal and then just realized that he had his face practically pressed to the pages due to the lack of light within the common room. He stood, stretched and dragged his feet up the stairs to bed; the diary, after all, wasn't going anywhere, and with his free time tomorrow – because he wasn't going to study with Malfoy – he could read as much of his rival's secrets as he'd like. Especially discover who the blond git could possibly be dreading to be in love with.
As the brunette climbed into bed, one thought crossed his mind; the snake was right, if he had fallen in love without his knowledge that would be pretty stupid – falling in love was pretty drastic! Or so they say – like a tonne of bricks smacking you in the face! Not subtle at all!
Honestly – concluded the Boy-Who-Lived, discarding his glasses on his bedside table after changing – Malfoy really was an idiot!
Harry closed his eyes, head against his pillow. He snorted with the hilarity of his own thoughts and hugged Malfoy's journal to his chest. Who wouldn't know they had fallen in love!
A/N
Well, I donno Harry, Malfoy sure seems idiotic. ;P
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