Second chapter XD
This one isn't quite as long as the last, but I'll have longer ones on the way. I've had a bit of writers block and haven't been able to write anything for a while, there was nothing in my head! But I have it now, I think this is a pretty rubbish chapter, and it's more to fill the gaps than anything else, well, I hope you like it :)
He was in the potions classroom, alone, it had to be lunch time because there was a half-eaten sandwich sitting on the desk in front of him. He was sitting in the corner as he always did, contemplating over various thoughts that just seemed to 'pop' into his mind. There was a creak from behind him and Draco turned to face the large oak door. A tall, thin boy stepped through the crack that he had opened in the door, he had pitch black hair, shining green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, "P… Potter?" asked Draco. The boy kept walking until his face was level with Draco's, "w… What are you doing here?" there was no reply. "I demand you tell me what is going on here!" Potter still stayed silent, but took his right hand and trailed it down Draco's shirt. This earned a shiver and a smile from Draco before he remembered who it was that was standing in front of him, "get lost Potter!" he shouted and shoved Potter away. But he kept coming and managed to get his arms around Draco's neck before being shoved away once more. Potter's next approach was slightly different; he stood at the front of the classroom, apparently studying the blackboard and waited for Draco to approach him. When Draco finally did, Potter turned and grabbed him round the neck, then crushed his lips onto Draco's. This was such a surprise to the blond Slytherin that he didn't react, and when he finally did it was only to pull Potter closer
Draco awoke felling elated; he had truly enjoyed that dream even though there was absolutely no chance of it happening in real life, Potter gay? He chuckled into his pillow, was he not currently going out with Granger? Or was that just a stupid rumour?
He rolled over, suddenly conscious of someone standing over him, "Draco, you have to get up, classes start in ten minutes,"
"Hmph!" replied Draco,
"Come on! You have to get up; Snape said he won't be as kind as he was last time if you turn up late again."
"Hmph!" said Draco again, and swung his legs over to the edge of the bed and climbed out. He then proceeded to pull his robes over his head and then strolled across the hall towards the bathroom to brush his teeth.
The halls were empty, meaning that the bell had not rung for classes to begin, "Crabbe, Goyle, I'll meet you in class, go get something to eat, it's obvious you are starving," he said the last word with a chuckle, they were in no need of any more food, they were fat enough as it was.
Draco entered the gloomy classroom and set his bag on the floor, he was worried he would fail this year's Potions assessment with Potter as a partner, he was terrible at Potions.
The door creaked, and Draco spun around in his seat, it was just as the dream had been, except it wasn't Potter who entered, it was Granger
"What're you doing here so early Granger?" he asked with a sneer,
"It's not anything I feel the need to tell you, but between you and me, Ron is terrible at Potions… Don't tell him I said that," she replied going red in the face.
"I always knew you liked Weaselbee…" said Draco, as if considering something,
"I do not! He's just a friend!... And don't call him that! And anyway, what would it matter to you?" Draco turned to his notes lying on the desk in front of him, "I'm quite busy just now Granger, would you mind shutting that big trap of yours?"
The rest of the class entered around five minutes later, which had given Draco just enough time to add the necessary ingredients to the potion without letting Potter ruin it. He and Potter had been allowed to return to their common rooms for the period as they had nothing more to do to their potion, but Draco was stopped on the stairs by Professor McGonagall as he had not handed in his Transfiguration Essay. "Get off me you old bat!"
"Draco Malfoy! I will not tolerate being spoken to like that! Come and join me in my office, now!"
"Get to hell, I 'm not doing it," Draco found himself becoming increasingly angry with the woman, and he could not understand why, he had never lost control like this before. At this very moment Potter came running back down the stairs, "professor! Professor! He can't help it… We've been using lacewing flies in Potions class, I think he may have inhaled some of the powder."
"That would explain Mr Malfoy's, er… Rash behaviour, but has he done his transfiguration essay?"
"Yes professor," he said, composing himself once more, "it is in my dormitory upstairs."
"Very well Malfoy, I will let you off this time, but you had better go visit Madam Pomfrey, she will need to check the lacewing flies have done you no damage."
He then turned and walked down the hallway towards the hospital wing, anxious to get away from Potter and McGonagall. He wondered why Potter had saved him in that tricky situation, he could have easily left and watched his enemy suffer, but he did not, the situation was, all in all very, curious.
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