Disclaim Her: The Harry Potter series belongs to J. K. Rowling. I am just using her characters to satisfy my own twisted little fantasies.
Chapter 10: The Scent of Blood
It was about a week later that I began to notice something...strange. I could hear everything. And I do mean everything. I could hear private conversations going on in the girls' dormitory from the hallway outside the Gryffindor common room. And I could smell things that were impossible to smell. I could smell glass, and heat, and when someone was lying. It was very disturbing, to say the least. I tried to ignore it, or at least keep other people from noticing, but I had to say something when Malfoy walked into my room smelling like blood. For the third time.
"If you're going to do that to yourself, Malfoy, than at least don't do it right before you come to see me. It's distracting when the person you're having sex with reeks of blood."
He paled. "How did you know?"
I rolled my eyes. "As I just said, I can smell the blood all over you. So, what got you upset this time?"
He sat down on my bed while I finished up my Charms essay. "It wasn't anything really. I don't want to talk about it."
I sighed, and walked over to him before straddling him. "You," I said in a low voice. "are going to kill yourself one of these days." I kissed him slowly, running my fingers over one of the scars on his arm. "I don't want you to die."
Malfoy smirked. "And why would that be?"
"Well, if you were dead, then I wouldn't have anyone to screw."
He laughed and pulled me down on top of him. "Can you believe that they think you're the one taking it up the arse?"
I smirked. "I know. You, on top? Please."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
I just laughed.
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The next day, in Potions, I discovered something else. Snape asked me how one would go about making an extremely potent healing potion. It was not on the sixth year curriculum, and I suspect it was just for an excuse to mock me and give me detention.
He was probably pretty disappointed when I gave him the exact formula and ingredients.
In fact, he was so disappointed he accused me of cheating and took twenty points from Gryffindor before giving me a detention. Not that I cared about the points or anything, but the detention bugged me. I had plans that night. And I still wanted to find out what, exactly, I 'was'.
At lunch Hermione sat next to me and started to whisper in my ear.
"Harry, I think I've found something. I want you to come to the library in your invisibility cloak after that detention."
I nodded and looked across the hall at Malfoy, who was glaring daggers at Hermione. I mouthed the word 'tomorrow', and he turned his glare on me before nodding sharply and turning back to Goyle who was waving a hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention. I smirked and grabbed a piece of toast to eat. So far, toast was the only thing I could get down. Everything else made me want to be sick. I suppose dead people don't need to eat that much. Hermione gave me a sharp look that clearly said 'You need to eat more' before getting up and heading to Arithmancy. I finished my toast and left for Defense before I was late. The last thing I needed was Professor Lupin hovering over me because I couldn't get to class on time, thinking I was sick.
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