Malfoy stood there, arms crossed, alone for once. Harry was in disbelief,"You mean," he said starting to laugh,"That I have to work with you? This must be a joke."
He looked to Hermione who shook her head, Ron did the same. "Nope, sorry Potter, it's true. You are forgetting however, that I have to work with YOU." He said poking him in the chest. Harry didn't move.
"Me, and you, working together. This will not work out! What if I refuse to work with you?"
"Already asked Snape, we don't work together, we fail the class and take it next year, together and have to do another assignment, together. So either way, we lose." He said leaning close into Harry, he wasn't sure why, but that made him shudder, and Malfoy seemed to enjoy that.
"Yeah, whatever, see you Monday night then." He turned to walk off, as Hermione and Ron had left him now, but Malfoy grabbed the back of his robes and spun him around.
"No, we meet Sunday night to go over the packet. We get ready, get a jumpstart before anyone else is evening thinking about getting started. We meet in the Great Hall, after dinner. Bring your stuff."
Malfoy turned and walked off, his long robe trailing behind him. Harry stood dumbfounded for a moment, staring in the direction in which he was last seen. He shook his head and joined Ron and Hermione at the stairs ready to go to the dormitory.
Harry trudged slowly up the stairs on his way to the Gryffindor common room. Snape had him cleaning the potions classroom, and then had him take inventory and stock the shelves full of new potions equipment and ingredients, all without magic. He was used to doing work like this at home, but not at school, and now he was completely tired out.
He glanced at his watch, 11:30. Technically, he was breaking curfew by being out this late, but it was not his fault. Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, sat at the top of the stairs and glared at him,"I'm not doing anything wrong you know." He said as he reached the step second to the top,"Go ahead and tell Filch, I don't care."
She meowed, growed and ran off, tail ramrod straight. "Good riddence." Harry said and continued the seemingly long walk to the portrait hole. When he reached it, the Fat Lady was fast asleep and snoring. "Excuse me." he whispered. She only mumbled in repsonse.
"Spiced rum." Harry said in a hushed tone. The portrait however did not swing open. He cleared his throat,"Spiced rum." he said again louder. She turned a bit, mumbled something about spiders and tea cosies and the portrait hole swung open.
"Right, that's safe. Say anything and she'll let you in, no questions asked." The common room was empty except for Crookshanks who was stretched out into a chair and Hermione who was laying on the couch. Ron was in the chair closest to the fireplace, head back, one arm hanging over the side, the other arm resting on the back of the chair.
He cleared his throat loudly, Ron jumped causing himself to roll off the chair landing on his stomach. Harry stiffled a giggle while Hermione sat up and stretched,"What time is it?"
"Just after 11:30," Harry said taking a seat on the couch. Ron had stood now, and brushed himself off like nothing had happened. He strolled over rather casually to them both. "Snape had me doing all of his work for him, as usual. I'm surprised he even let me go when he did. Mrs. Norris ran off to Filch, don't know exactly what I was doing wrong, but she found something wrong with what I was doing."
"You know her, that's the thing, good for nothing, git!" Ron sputtered.
"Ron! Be quiet, people are trying to sleep."
He rolled his eyes and took the seat opposite Hermione. "We really should go to bed. We need to get up early to finish last minute homework before we start on those special assignments, and we wanted to hang out before our schedule go too booked up."
Ron was leaned back into the couch now, slowly falling asleep. "I sort of forgot to tell you guys, that tomorrow night, after dinner, I'm supposed to meet Malfoy to go over our project."
At this, Ron jumped up,"Why are you meeting that ferret for? He'll probably just jinx you!"
"Harry, that does sound suspious." Hermione said.
"Guys, it's not like I'm meeting him alone in a dark room, we are meeting in the Great Hall. Besides, I'll be working with him for three months, alone on this, you won't be with me all the time, and I think it's time that we actually work together on something for once."
"It sounds to me like you want this." Ron said through narrowed eyes.
"He has no choice Ron. He either does this, or fails, and he's come too far to throw it all away now. "
"Right, so he is going to work with the bouncing ferret without putting up a fight?" He began to anger now, his face turning red, his ears following suit.
'If I fight it, it's just going to make it worse. I will meet him tomorrow, no questions asked. I will be fine, I think I can take care of myself. He may come from a Death Eater family, but I don't think he's as skilled at magic as he'd like people to think."
They soon said their goodnights and trudged off to their rooms. Harry and Ron moved slowly getting ready for bed as to try not to wake anyone. Ron whispered,"Harry, just promise you'll be careful around him, his father may be in jail, but there is still something about him that I do not trust."
"I promise."
After Ron had fallen asleep, Harry lay thinking. Of course this was bad..wasn't it? Well, it wasn't that bad. Malfoy had a certain air about him..something that made him different from the other guys. Oh hell, he might as well admit it, he found Malfoy, Draco Malfoy hot.
Was the infamous Harry Potter gay? Well Harry himself wasn't sure. He found lots of women attractive, he found lots of guys attractive, so in technical terms, that would make him bisexual, right?
It wasn't like he's expecting something to happen, because he didn't think it would. This is Malfoy, the guy who has hated his guts since day one, and Monday would be no different. They'd come together on civil terms, to work on a school project, and once this project was done, they'd break all ties, forget it happened and resume their normal lives come next year.
Yes, Monday would be no different.
He looked to Hermione who shook her head, Ron did the same. "Nope, sorry Potter, it's true. You are forgetting however, that I have to work with YOU." He said poking him in the chest. Harry didn't move.
"Me, and you, working together. This will not work out! What if I refuse to work with you?"
"Already asked Snape, we don't work together, we fail the class and take it next year, together and have to do another assignment, together. So either way, we lose." He said leaning close into Harry, he wasn't sure why, but that made him shudder, and Malfoy seemed to enjoy that.
"Yeah, whatever, see you Monday night then." He turned to walk off, as Hermione and Ron had left him now, but Malfoy grabbed the back of his robes and spun him around.
"No, we meet Sunday night to go over the packet. We get ready, get a jumpstart before anyone else is evening thinking about getting started. We meet in the Great Hall, after dinner. Bring your stuff."
Malfoy turned and walked off, his long robe trailing behind him. Harry stood dumbfounded for a moment, staring in the direction in which he was last seen. He shook his head and joined Ron and Hermione at the stairs ready to go to the dormitory.
Harry trudged slowly up the stairs on his way to the Gryffindor common room. Snape had him cleaning the potions classroom, and then had him take inventory and stock the shelves full of new potions equipment and ingredients, all without magic. He was used to doing work like this at home, but not at school, and now he was completely tired out.
He glanced at his watch, 11:30. Technically, he was breaking curfew by being out this late, but it was not his fault. Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, sat at the top of the stairs and glared at him,"I'm not doing anything wrong you know." He said as he reached the step second to the top,"Go ahead and tell Filch, I don't care."
She meowed, growed and ran off, tail ramrod straight. "Good riddence." Harry said and continued the seemingly long walk to the portrait hole. When he reached it, the Fat Lady was fast asleep and snoring. "Excuse me." he whispered. She only mumbled in repsonse.
"Spiced rum." Harry said in a hushed tone. The portrait however did not swing open. He cleared his throat,"Spiced rum." he said again louder. She turned a bit, mumbled something about spiders and tea cosies and the portrait hole swung open.
"Right, that's safe. Say anything and she'll let you in, no questions asked." The common room was empty except for Crookshanks who was stretched out into a chair and Hermione who was laying on the couch. Ron was in the chair closest to the fireplace, head back, one arm hanging over the side, the other arm resting on the back of the chair.
He cleared his throat loudly, Ron jumped causing himself to roll off the chair landing on his stomach. Harry stiffled a giggle while Hermione sat up and stretched,"What time is it?"
"Just after 11:30," Harry said taking a seat on the couch. Ron had stood now, and brushed himself off like nothing had happened. He strolled over rather casually to them both. "Snape had me doing all of his work for him, as usual. I'm surprised he even let me go when he did. Mrs. Norris ran off to Filch, don't know exactly what I was doing wrong, but she found something wrong with what I was doing."
"You know her, that's the thing, good for nothing, git!" Ron sputtered.
"Ron! Be quiet, people are trying to sleep."
He rolled his eyes and took the seat opposite Hermione. "We really should go to bed. We need to get up early to finish last minute homework before we start on those special assignments, and we wanted to hang out before our schedule go too booked up."
Ron was leaned back into the couch now, slowly falling asleep. "I sort of forgot to tell you guys, that tomorrow night, after dinner, I'm supposed to meet Malfoy to go over our project."
At this, Ron jumped up,"Why are you meeting that ferret for? He'll probably just jinx you!"
"Harry, that does sound suspious." Hermione said.
"Guys, it's not like I'm meeting him alone in a dark room, we are meeting in the Great Hall. Besides, I'll be working with him for three months, alone on this, you won't be with me all the time, and I think it's time that we actually work together on something for once."
"It sounds to me like you want this." Ron said through narrowed eyes.
"He has no choice Ron. He either does this, or fails, and he's come too far to throw it all away now. "
"Right, so he is going to work with the bouncing ferret without putting up a fight?" He began to anger now, his face turning red, his ears following suit.
'If I fight it, it's just going to make it worse. I will meet him tomorrow, no questions asked. I will be fine, I think I can take care of myself. He may come from a Death Eater family, but I don't think he's as skilled at magic as he'd like people to think."
They soon said their goodnights and trudged off to their rooms. Harry and Ron moved slowly getting ready for bed as to try not to wake anyone. Ron whispered,"Harry, just promise you'll be careful around him, his father may be in jail, but there is still something about him that I do not trust."
"I promise."
After Ron had fallen asleep, Harry lay thinking. Of course this was bad..wasn't it? Well, it wasn't that bad. Malfoy had a certain air about him..something that made him different from the other guys. Oh hell, he might as well admit it, he found Malfoy, Draco Malfoy hot.
Was the infamous Harry Potter gay? Well Harry himself wasn't sure. He found lots of women attractive, he found lots of guys attractive, so in technical terms, that would make him bisexual, right?
It wasn't like he's expecting something to happen, because he didn't think it would. This is Malfoy, the guy who has hated his guts since day one, and Monday would be no different. They'd come together on civil terms, to work on a school project, and once this project was done, they'd break all ties, forget it happened and resume their normal lives come next year.
Yes, Monday would be no different.