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**~~~~~~~~~** Chapter Four **~~~~~~~~~**
Draco was in his seat during Charms class.
He was early, but he had good reason. He was waiting for the mudblood.
As soon as that witch came through the doors he would ambush her and she wouldn't even see what came at her. Malfoy would seduce her so bad, she would be willing to throw those scrawny legs open right there, in the middle of class.
He chuckled to himself and ignored the stares Crabbe and Goyle gave him.
He turned to guard the door again.
That annoying Gryffindor girl, Brown and another girl that he didn't care to remember the name of, walked into the classroom chatting loudly. So he couldn't help the fact that he had to hear what they were saying.
"Yea, isn't it adorable?" Brown practically squealed.
"Did he really carry her all the way?" The other girl gawked.
"I'm telling you Parv! He did! Oh it's so romantic!"
"Well if it wasn't Loony then I guess it would have been, right?"
Draco squinted in their direction.
Loony? That could only mean Luna Lovegood.
He tried to discretely listen on.
"Oh If it had been me, can you imagine? To have Harry's strong, firm arms surrounding me while I faint, and then to carry me off. Oh it's a dream come true!"
Both girls giggled annoyingly.
Draco snorted loudly and nearly laughed out loud when he heard how they described Potheads boney hands, those things couldn't hold a damn fly, even if it was flapping it's damn wings.
So the Bastard had already made his first move huh? Had to knock her out first though.
"Humph and he said they had to be in their senses. Fucking liar." Draco whispered to himself.
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged confused looks as Draco turned to them.
"What are you two gits staring at?" He snapped.
They shook their heads sharply and turned away.
"That's what I thought." Draco said matter-of-factly.
"You two idiots watch for the mudblood." He whispered to them and ignored the glances they gave him.
"There she is Boss." Crabbe said and pointed.
Draco smacked Crabbe and growled at him not to point.
Draco turned to look for the mud blood.
Good. She was alone.
He stood up and walked casually towards her.
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Hermione sat down at her desk and began to take her book and notes out of her book bag.
She looked up at the board to read off the daily quiz questions, and literally jumped in shock.
Malfoy sat in front of her, looking at her.
She recovered from her shock, and realized, he wasn't looking at her, he was probably looking past her.
She ignored him and began to copy down the questions on the board.
"Ahem. . ."
She looked at Malfoy. He was looking at her, this time she was sure of it.
She glared at him.
"What?" She said as politely as she could manage.
He shifted in his seat slightly. Looked around the room, then looked back at her.
"Notes. . .uh. . . I need your notes. . ."
She blinked.
Why would she give him her precious notes? She worked so hard to obtain all the information she had.
"No." She said shortly and looked back at her parchment.
"No what mu-"
She looked up at him sharply. He was clamping his mouth shut, and obviously trying not to frown.
She blinked. What was this guy doing?
He cleared his throat loudly.
"It's just for a few moments." He said calmly.
She put her quill down short of slamming it.
"No Malfoy." She snapped.
She could see the effort it took him to not insult her.
She stared at him awkwardly.
He nodded, gulping.
"Alright."
With that he stiffly turned around, stood up from the seat and walked back to his original seat.
Hermione watched him until he sat down, then turned back to her work. How odd. Malfoy never would have come inches near her willingly, and not in a million years would he have asked anything of her.
She shook her head to push those odd thoughts away.
"Hey Hermione, have you seen Harry yet?" Lavender asked.
"No, but I'm sure he's on his way to class."
"He's probably still in the Infirmary!" Parvati whispered loud enough for Hermione to hear.
Hermione turned abruptly to Parvati.
"What? He's in the Infirmary? What happened?"
"He's fine, it was Loony Lovegood who collapsed."
"What? What happened to Luna?"
"It was this leave that almost killed her." Parvati said excitedly.
"What?" Hermione gasped.
"What I would have given to take her place!" Lavender said dreamily hugging her arms to her chest.
Hermione stared at both girls confused.
"Harry carried her all the way to the Hospital Wing!" Parvati said dreamily.
Hermione stared. Harry wouldn't carry anyone anywhere if there was magic available.
"You guys must have him confused with someone else." Hermione said and returned to copying the questions on the board.
"Impossible, there is no way I would confuse him anywhere. Besides, I was in the same class when it happened."
Hermione stared at her friend Lavender unconvincingly. She knew very well that Lavender was famous with gossip, and occasionally she would start rumors from a simple misunderstanding.
"She's right Herms, I was there too." Parvati said backing Lavender up.
Hermione stared at her friends.
"Alright, well then after class I'll go to the Hospital Wing and see what this is all about." Hermione muttered her voice laced with disbelieve.
During class, Malfoy approached her once more, this time though she tried her hardest to ignore him. Like her Nanny would say, if you ignore a pest long enough it will forget about pestering you.
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Draco sat at his desk fuming. Crabbe and Goyle were stepping carefully around him. They didn't exactly know what Draco was plotting, but they were smart enough to understand that something had gone wrong.
Malfoy glanced angrily back at the Mudblood.
What the hell was her problem? Weren't Gryffindors famous for getting into other peoples business just to earn some pitiful glory? Weren't they all about helping thy neighbor and all that shit?
Turning swiftly back to face the front he bit his bottom lip thoughtfully. Running his fingers through his light metallic blonde hair, he realized that the bitch had coldly rejected him before he even began his genius plan of seducing her.
Bitch.
He sighed heavily and turned to watch her again.
That idiot and lame excuse of a wizard Longbottom was sitting at her desk now, they were apparently going over his work. Idiot. And he called himself a wizard. What self respected wizard would lower himself to asking help from a filthy mudblood. It was preposterous.
He blinked.
The mudblood was laughing with him and nodding her head in approval.
He turned back around to face the board.
Was it really that preposterous?
He envisioned it in his mind for a moment. Both of them would be sitting close together at his desk. Preferably alone in an abandoned classroom, where the mudblood couldn't be heard. She would be trying to 'tutor' him and he would be slowly and expertly seducing her brains raw.
He chuckled as he imagined how he would then take her like the mudblood she was.
That worthless bitch.
He would win this bet, no matter how low he had to let himself fall. He would never let Potter or anyone brand him with anything.
He chuckled again. As if that would be possible.
He tried to approach her once or twice after he had made up his new plans. No matter what he tried, whether it was to sit and stare at her for 20 minutes straight, or lightly tap her on the shoulder more than 4 times, she wouldn't even look at him. Insufferable maggot, that's what she was.
He had to make some kind of contact with her and soon. If it was true that potter had already shagged that damned Loony Lovegood, he was doomed.
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Harry had been sitting on a wooden bench outside the infirmary for the past hour and a half. He was waiting for Luna to be let out. He had asked about 3 times within the last 20 minutes if Luna had woken up yet, but Madam Pomfrey had answered the same way. A simple No.
He sighed. He really was worried. In a way he felt guilty for what happened to her. Maybe he should have told her not to bring it so close to her face. Or, maybe he shouldn't have given it to her at all. If he had known she was allergic he never would have let her even touch it. He was such and idiot.
How was he supposed to know that she was allergic to whatever that thing had been. He didn't know anything about her. All he knew was that she was a very odd girl.
He sighed running his fingers through his thick black hair. He looked at the double doors of the Infirmary, willing them to open and see Luna walk out. Seeing that nothing happened, he removed his glasses and leaned back against the wall rubbing his temples lightly.
There was the sound of the Double doors creaking open and he jolted to his feet rushing to place his glacess where they belonged.
"She is waking, would you like to come in?" One of Madam Pomfreys assistants informed him.
Harry nodded, cleared his throat and followed the assistant inside the infirmary.
Luna began to stir lightly, her eyes fluttered open.
She blinked a few times as if trying to be rid of dizziness then looked around. Her eyes connected with his momentarily then she blinked again.
"Thirsty. . ." She croaked, her throat sounding dry and sore.
Harry swallowed imagining how painful it must be for her.
Madam Pomfrey slowly prompted her up to a sitting position. She gave Luna a glass with that weird warming liquid.
Luna blinked and Harry could see her face fill with warmth as she drank.
"How do you feel dear?"
Luna nodded slightly.
"Are you still dizzy?"
Luna nodded again.
"Wha-what happened to me?" Luna whispered.
Harry cleared his throat again.
"You fainted during class. It seems you are allergic to one of the herbs that Professor Sprout passed around." Harry explained.
"Yes dear, I managed to cleanse most of the pollen out of you, but the Alihotsv tends to cling. You will probably be feeling drowsy for the next day or so, but it should gradually fade away. Good thing Harry brought you to me when he did. If someone is allergic to the Alihotsv, it could be deadly."
When Madam Pomfrey mentioned that Harry had brought her to the Infirmary, Luna seemed to tense slightly. She avoided looking at Harry.
He blinked. He didn't understand. Was she upset?
"If you feel better now dear, we should get you to your House and get you to lie down and try to stay down, I'll write a note to your teacher's to excuse you for the day. Tomorrow you should be able to attend your classes as normal."
Luna nodded.
"Harry dear, do you mind taking Luna to the Ravenclaw tower and make sure she enters her house safely?"
"Not at all." Harry said honestly.
Madam Pomfrey helped Luna stand and then helped her walk around a little, until Luna could walk properly walk on her own.
Harry grabbed her arm as they exited the Infirmary.
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Luna tried to keep herself calm as Harry gently gripped her arm.
"Let me help you." He whispered leaning so close to her that she could feel his breath against her cheek.
She tried to hide her blushing face by looking down and leaning against him.
She felt his arm encircle her waist, and his other hand gripping her arm holding her so close to him.
She had never been this close to any guy before. It was awkward, especially because of how everyone thought of her, even Harry.
He tried to hide it, but she noticed anyway. He was always uncomfortable around her and she couldn't blame him. Luna was a very open minded person, and she was very proud of that. But unfortunately most kids didn't understand her at all.
Ever since her mother died at the age of 9 Luna began to withdraw form other kids, it was hard for her to see other children so happy and carefree. She couldn't deal with her mother's death and so she sheltered herself in the odd believes her father had. She loved all the stories her father told her. At times she thought that he only did it to cheer her up, but other times he sounded so convincing that the information he gave her was crucial and important to follow that she blindly had.
She wasn't used to boys. She remembered a few days ago, when Harry had knocked her to the ground involuntarily. How he had stared at her body, and then once he realized who she was, her body seemed to have been forgotten and all she could see in his face was disgust.
Harry was her friend, or so she had always thought and the look of disgust he had given her that day had been painful.
Unable to control herself she pulled away from his grasp.
He stared at her, concern filled his green eyes. Those eyes, she had dreamed of over and over again.
She reached for the wall to balance herself.
"I'm alright. I can go on from here. Thanks Harry." She muttered. Her voice was weak and even she didn't believe her own words.
But she knew that Harry would in fact, he had probably been waiting to hear her say that this whole time. He would turn and walk away without a glance back at her, just like that day.
She began to walk alongside the wall, she didn't want to see him coldly walk away from her again.
She heard rapid footsteps from behind her and his arms encircled her once more.
"I can't let you go by yourself. Madam Pomfrey asked me to take you, and if anything happens to you I'll be responsible." She felt his breath close to her temple.
She tried to struggle with him to let her go, but with one swift movement he lifted her completely off the ground and pulled her close to his chest.
She gulped.
"Harry. . .Put-put me down!" Luna gasped against his chest.
"No, It's alright. I carried you all the way up to the Infirmary, I can carry you up to the Ravenclaw tower dorms."
"Harry!" Luna gasped again.
A few moments later Harry was going up the fourth staircase. She could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest. His breathing was a bit heavier than normal but he didn't stop. She figured maybe it was because he was so athletically built that all this walking hadn't affected him as much.
She had stopped struggling against him only a few moments ago. He wasn't going to put her down, he had made that clear.
She looked up at him slowly. Trying to be discrete.
She could see his cheeks were red with effort and his gaze seemed a bit tired, but his frown was set in place. His lips were slightly parted and his forehead was somewhat covered in beads of sweat.
A droplet of sweat rolled down the side of his cheak and continued down his neck and into the collar of his white school shirt.
She bit her bottom lip, staring at his long neck. She suddenly felt the urge to brush his skin with her felt her face heat up instantly and embarrassed she furiously dug her face into his chest.
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Harry was near to the top of the stairs when he felt Luna brush her face rather harshly against his chest. He couldn't help it and chuckled low in his throat, the sensation she gave him tickled his spine.
He figured she must have drifted off to sleep once more and in her sleep she must have confused him for a pillow. He grinned, that would explain it.
He reached the entrance to the Ravenclaw Tower, and looked up at the bronze eagle knocker on the door.
This was unusual, there was no portrait. He tried to remember what he had read in Hogwarts A History. He remembered that the knocker would ask one question and if he answered correctly he would be accepted entry.
He grabbed the knocker and quickly banged it against the door. The bronze eagle became alive and a low woman's voice boomed from the open beak.
"What is a small, cat like creature with flecked speckled fur, and a tail like a lions?"
Harry is silent for a moment, thoughtfull.
That reminded him about Hermione bragging about her cat, crookshanks, being part of some rare magical creature. He bit his lips trying to remember what it was she had called it. It rhymed with weasel.
"Kneazel!" Harry blurted of quickly.
"Congratulations, that was one of my best questions. You are Welcomed into the Ravenclaw Tower." The voice boomed. Harry thanked the bronze bird and rushed up the slim spiral staircase. He came into the large common room of the Ravenclaw Tower.
He went to the nearest sofa he spotted and gently placed Luna on to it.
Luna stirred only enough to turn and dig her face into the arm rest of the sofa.
He stretched for a moment then looked down on her.
He gently pulled some bangs behind her ear and inspected her face. She looked much better now. It had done her good to not have to walk all the way to the Tower herself. Her cheeks looked rather rosy and her lips plump and bright pink.
He inched closer to her ear and whispered "Goodnight Luna." Then turned and went on his way back to the Gryffindor Tower.