"Well, well, well, Potter," said a familiar voice.
"Malfoy," Harry sneered back.
"Is Weasley losing it completely?" Malfoy asked, uncaringly. Harry couldn't continue anymore and burst into laughter, Draco following him moments later. Thankfully no one was there to hear. They were walking to the Great Hall after Potions.
Harry looked at Draco, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Draco narrowed his eyes.
"You're planning something, aren't you, you Slythedor?"
"Slythedoor?"
"Half Slytherin half Gryffindor," Draco explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe.
"Why not Gryffslyth?" asked Harry.
"Because Slytherin always comes first. Anyway, what was your plan?"
Harry snickered at the obvious attempt to change the subject.
"Well, I do hope you don't mind giving an old codger and the entire school a heart attack, do you?" asked Harry, looking at his nails innocently.
"My dear Mr Potter, you are a genius!"
So the pair walked into the Great Hall, arguing about anything they could think of. But they were a bit too distracted, wanting not to miss the other's faces, so they didn't exactly sound too...sane.
"No! I absolutely disagree Harry! The crumbled potato with umbrellas is more squishy!"
"Aren't you even thinking? Pfft. Come on Draco! Just think about it! I completely disagree with you! Muggles in 3945 while fighting in the World War II really used the feathers for torturing the chickens!" (A/N this is what happens when you simply say every first word that comes into your mind. I don't really recommend you doing it...but it is fun, seeing the reactions.)
They walked over to the Slytherin table, still arguing, but they kept looking out of the corner out of their eyes.
The Great Hall was completely silent.
Ronald Weasley dropped his goblet and Harry and Draco automatically looked towards him. Harry gave him a grin and then turned back to Draco, still arguing that grass was never green.
But the most comic was the Headmaster's reaction. He simply sat there, staring at the two. Then he stood up and excused himself and left the Great Hall, but not before his skin 'mysteriously' turned emerald green.
No one saw Draco Malfoy pocket his wand or Harry roll his eyes at him with a grin.
"The instruction is on the board. You have one hour," said Severus, his eyes scanning the students. One chair was empty.
"Weasley!"
"Yes, sir?"
"Where's Potter?" Severus asked and Hermione perked up in interest, narrowing her eyes at Weasley, who moved away from her hastily.
"He's in Hospital Wing," Weasley said and Severus almost groaned. What had the boy done now? Malfoy looked worried as well.
As soon as the lesson was over, Severus took a box of Potions and decided to bring them over to Poppy, even if it was early. No, it was not an excuse to see Harry.
However he was denied entrance and so was Malfoy.
Sulking, Severus went to quarters and did the only thing he could think of.
Salazar has joined the chat.
Emerald: No, I was not Dray!
SlythDragon: Who knows you could as well as be dead!
Emerald: Would I be talking to you?
SlythDragon: ...
Salazar: Hello
SlythDragon: Hey Sal!
Emerald: Hello Salazar.
Salazar: I heard you were in the Hospital Wing, Emerald.
Emerald: More like prison, but yeah that works as well.
Salazar: Why?
SlythDragon: Why?
Emerald: Why what?
Salazar: Why are you in the HW?
Emerald: I got a strange illness. It came from an untreated pneumonia. I get random fevers and my throat hurst all the time and my limbs feel as if they are about fall off.
SlythDragon: You answered him when he answered and yet, you didn't answer when I, your best and handsome friend asked you?
Emerald: Best and handsome friend? Please...
SlythDragon is offended.
Emerald: :P
SlythDragon: Humph.
SlythDragon: I'm still getting to you, no matter what Promfey says.
SlythDragon has left the chat.
Salazar: Only you Emerald can have such friends.
Emerald: I'm glad to have them, but sometimes they are being too...well...mother henny.
Salazar: That isn't even a word.
Emerald: -.- *gacepalm*
Salazar: What in the Merlin's name is a gacepalm?
Emerald: facepalm* sorry.
Salazar: *laughs*
Emerald: I never heard you laugh...
Salazar: And you won't if I have a say in it.
Emerald: ...
Emerald: And what if you don't have a say in it?
Salazar: Potter! Don't you dare! Whatever you're thinking, dispel it out if your mind this instant!
In a few days, Harry's health had grown worse. He no longer could chat in the chatroom as he spent sleeping most of the days and nights. Thankfully Madam Promfey tired out of pleads and threats and allowed visitors, so Harry was often surrounded by Ron and Hermione in the morning before classes and by Draco in the evening, after classes.
"Hey, Emy," said Draco, a few days later.
"Evening Draco," said Harry, nodding and closing his book.
Draco sat down in a chair next to him and said: "Granger couldn't come today, so she asked me to tell you that she forgives you."
"Forgives me?"
"Yeah," said Draco. "But why did she have to forgive you?"
"Eh...I might have spelled her History book, so the text would be written in Japanese," said Harry casually as Draco burst into laughter.
"What? She was studying too much!" said Harry defensively.
"I didn't know you cared," said Draco.
"Oh she can study as much as she wants, but why did she make me memorise the text?"
Draco laughed.
"Don't ask me. I have no idea what goes on in a woman's head. By the way, I think you should study for Potions. Snape gave a rather strong hint that there will be a quiz on all potions we passed through the years."
Harry groaned.
"At least you haven't seen his temper yet," said Draco. "Honestly, he's been worse than ever before. He even took points from Slytherin!"
Harry gaped.
"How could I have missed it?" Harry whined as Draco gave a "Hey!" and a push at Harry's shoulder.
"Well, I hope you get out soon enough," said Draco, standing up.
Harry lowered his voice to a whisper so Madam Promfey couldn't hear "Well, if you ask Ron or Hermione to bring me my special cloak, I will be."