A/N I know I don't post very often and I am so sorry and thankful to those of you who put up with me and if you ever get mad at my lack of story feel free to pm me and tell me to get a move on! :)
Draco
They were waiting outside the defense classroom while the professor chatted enthusiastically to professor Flitwick.
"Very brave, he showed extraordinary talent! He is The Boy Who Lived you know. Of course there's all kinds of things an accomplished wizard like me can teach him. The Malfoy boy, his little friend, did very well as well. I'm afraid the others were a little scattered."
Hermione scowled. It wasn't really fair, she had worked harder than him and Harry to fix the pixies, but he didn't need to feel sorry for a mudblood like her.
"Here he is! Harry come here. Perhaps a photograph to capture the moment! A great wizard like myself and my pupil- The Boy Who Lived!"
"Sorry" Harry mouthed at Draco before being swept up by the professor.
Draco shrugged, not jealous of Harry having to put up with the professor's fawning, and turned to Daphne.
He had been flirting with her for a week or so and naturally she had flirted back. They were, according to Pansy, 'an item'. The downside of being at Hogwarts was that they couldn't actually 'go out'. First and second years couldn't leave school grounds during term time so he and Daphne had yet to actually go on a date. But they could still have fun.
Harry
The professor was chatting on and on. He seemed to think Harry was his star pupil despite his bad marks. It was irritating, Draco was having fun with Daphne and he was stuck here. At least it was just this class. None of the other teachers showed him favouritism. He thought ruefully of his bad transfiguration marks.
They had just finished dinner and Draco and Daphne had left together. Harry spent a while chatting to Blaise and Pansy, and then realised he had left his transfiguration notes in professor McGonagall classroom. They had homework for tomorrow so he made his way back to collect his notes.
He was heading back to the common room and he saw Lockhart. He groaned and tried to escape but it was too late.
"Harry! Just the person I wanted to see! I have something which might interest you."
"I really ought to be going professor"
"Nonsense. Follow me."
Resigned, Harry followed the professor.
It was almost an hour later when the professor finally let him leave. The corridors were almost deserted, but Harry could hear someone talking. There was a cold, venomous hissing voice.
"Come... come to me... let me rip you... let me tear you... let me kill you..."
He spun around, spooked by the voice. He was alone in the corridor. He pushed open the door of the nearest classroom to reveal an empty classroom. He didn't know where the voice had come from. He ran in the direction of the common room and crashed into Hermione.
"Harry are you alright?" She asked on seeing his pale face.
"The voice! Hermione did you hear the voice?" He asked in a rush.
"What voice?"
"The one that sounded evil, it came from the walls!"
Hermione looked concerned. "Harry I think you should go to bed. Hearing voices... well it isn't a good thing."
"Right, yeah, sorry" he said awkwardly. He helped her pick up the books she'd dropped and then headed back to the common room.
Draco was in the common room with Daphne so Harry just went through to his dorm.
Hermione
She stayed up late researching. She was worried about Harry. In the wizarding world, as in the muggle world, hearing voices wasn't a good thing. It meant you were going insane. Some witches and wizards even thought mysterious voices were a death omen. She didn't normally believe things like that, but Harry had been awfully pale.
It wasn't her problem though. Harry obviously didn't care about her problems so why should she care about his? He hadn't bothered to wonder why she was wandering the corridors alone hours after dinner. He and Draco -Malfoy- were manipulative gits.
No that's not fair she chided herself. Harry's just thoughtless, he's not like Malfoy
No he's not as blonde and handsome as Draco the other part of her chipped in.
Shut up she told herself. He has Daphne -little miss airhead now. You don't need him.
But you want him.
She huffed in frustration and put her books aside to go to bed.
Draco
He detatched himself from Daphne and went to the dorm. Harry was asleep on his bed. Draco got ready for bed, brushing his teeth to wash the taste of her out. She was sweet, nice enough, but really, she was just a distraction. He couldn't have her. He reminded himself. She was nothing to him. Just a filthy mudblood and that was all. At Christmas he would introduse Daphne to his parents and his father would be proud of his perfect son.