All I need is to be a little craaaaazy! Wa-o-o Wa-o-o!
I want to thank a reviewer, who told me that they liked my story it was really nice of them, and now I am really happy and want to write more. So thank you Python'sDream, I am now ecstatic to write!
Shall we begin?…
The famous trio was sitting out in the courtyard with a large group of their friends, catching the last beams of sunlight. It was picturesque, the sunset glowing on smiling faces as they joked around and the tree behind them rustled in the faint breeze, it's branches glowing with the reds, oranges, and yellows of fall (A/N ooh I am sooo poetic right now!) Even the topic of conversation was light and new.
"You wouldn't believe what I heard from Professor Lockhart!" Neville started. "He told me that if I really wanted to get rid of a pimple I should try wolf-bane combined with hogs water and a bit of tears. I decided that I would look up what that would do and guess what. It's POISONOUS! One drop of that on your skin and your lungs stop working and you suffocate!"
All of the men growled at that. Professor Lockhart had been a useless teacher. Everything he taught them, or attempted to, either hurt them, or didn't work, in which case it would still hurt since they were usually working against the real thing on their first try. All the boys hated him.
The girls on the other hand… "Well, that's because he doesn't teach potions," Hermoine argued for her gorgeous teacher. "He's a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"Well, then maybe he shouldn't tell students about things that aren't in his jurisdiction," Ron argued back, heatedly. Neville, Seamus and Harry nodded fervently.
"Well, maybe you guys should just get over yourselves. Gildroy Lockhart is the best teacher we have had yet!" Ginni Weasley yelled back. Even for a beautiful first year she was old enough to have a crush…even if it was on a man who could be her father. Lavender Brown, on her right, nodded.
"You wouldn't like him nearly as much if he didn't have a good smile!" Neville shot back. The boys agreed again.
"The things we are taught are useful, even if we can't use them," Luna Lovegood stepped in, backing the two Gryffindors.
"Oh come on guys," Seamus cut in before another argument could be made up. "They'll stick to their arguments no matter what. I got this new toy from the last trip to Hogsmeade. It's totally awesome, you guys want to try?"
The teenage boys quickly rallied around Seamus, asking what it could do, and what game you could play with it. The game was fairly simple. The boys placed a pad in the middle of a large open space and put this frog like plastic toy on top. Then the boys ringed around the toy and wait for the plastic frog to jump. The frog would jump in any direction it wanted to, as high as it wanted to, and as far as it wanted to. The boys try to catch the frog before it lands. Fairly simple idea; an almost impossible thing to do. The boys were diving all over the place trying to catch the green plastic piece of magic.
The girls sat on the sides laughing at the boys and continuing a discussion about Gildroy Lockhart and other teachers.
It was about 15 minutes into the game and no one had caught the frog yet, when Harry had a stroke of luck. The frog jumped straight into his hand! The boys let out groans and cheers alike as Harry held the magicked frog. He couldn't help but smile cheerfully at them all.
"What do I get if I win this thing?" he asked rhetorically.
"Well, if I have it my way you will never find out!" Seamus laughed back.
They continued to play, the other boys even more frenzied to grab the frog and beat the "famous Harry Potter". Harry on the other hand was more laid back, deciding to sit down and regain some of his lost breath with the girls on the side.
"Oh, Harry you will never guess who likes you," Lavender squealed, just as he entered the group.
Harry froze and shot a cursory glance towards Hermoine. She shook her head quickly when she realized what Harry was silently asking about.
'Good,' Harry thought, 'If she even slightly let that slip I would have told Ron about the pictures under her pillow.'
He returned his questionary gaze to Lavender Brown who was brimming with the secret. "So who likes me?" he asked when he noticed she wouldn't just say it out loud.
"You won't tell her I told you this, right?" After Harry confirmed with a nod, Lavender continued. "Do you see that girl who is walking by right now? She's from Ravenclaw and she has black hair."
Harry turned his head to see Cho Chang. Her straight hair was floating down just passed her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face and very big brown eyes. She was gorgeous, even with the witch cloak that usually covered most girls' figures.
Harry turned back to the group. "That's Cho Chang, isn't it?" He asked. He was pretty sure that he had seen her a couple of times in the Great Hall, and most of the boys were enamored by her looks.
Lavender squealed in excitement when Harry guessed the name right. "Yep, and she has completely fallen for you, it's so cute!"
Hermoine rolled her eyes. "Oh whatever. I don't think Harry is very interested in Cho, I think he already got someone else on his mind."
Harry glanced at Hermoine quizzically as Lavender moaned about bad luck.
"Who do you like Harry?" Luna asked, still in a daze, but looking more interested in the real world then she normally was.
"Well," Hermoine cut in before Harry could negate the comment, "it's this person who has been staring at him through all of his classes."
At the mention of this, Harry quickly realized she was talking about Draco. "Hermoine!" Harry shouted, shocked that she would even pretend that he might be interested in the Slytherin boy.
Hermoine looked up innocently at Harry. "What, you didn't want me to tell them?"
The other girls clamored for more information, but Harry decided his break was up and walked quickly back to the game, a blush plastering itself onto his cheeks. 'How could she say that?' Harry wondered.
The game ended with Ron winning by three. In return, the boys carried the ginger on their shoulders all the way back to the common room.
Harry's stuff went everywhere. All the way down the stairs. It was very embarrassing. The worst part was that Harry was part of the stuff going down the stairs. He had tripped on the top step and was now falling towards the bottom landing.
"Wengardium Leviosa!" Hermoine yelled from her position, barely catching Harry before he hit the bottom. From there she slowly set him on the floor.
"Thanks Hermoine." Harry relaxed, letting the fear slowly drain from him. He decided he would just lie at the bottom of the stairs for now
Ron quickly started grabbing things from the top of the stairs, being careful not to mash any of the papers.
"Harry are you alright?" Hermoine asked worried like always.
"I'm fine, Hermoine," Harry replied, also starting to grab things in his vicinity.
He was reaching out for a book when a pale hand reached out of nowhere and picked it up. Harry froze, slowly following the shoe of the taker back up to a very familiar blonde's face. Harry slowly got to his feet, his breath hitching slightly. Draco leaned to the left ever so slightly, making the robe clutch at his right side and showing off a lean body. He looked so calm and relaxed, even the way he was dressed was lax and seemed to say he was ready to break some rules.
"Nice tumble Harry, I wouldn't mind seeing it again." The first words out of the Slytherin's mouth reminded Harry why he hated him so much.
"Thanks, Draco," Harry hissed out, trying to put as much venom into the name as he could. It didn't work. "Now if you could hand me my book back?" Harry reached out for the small book in Draco's hand.
Draco froze in indecision before placing the book in Harry's up turned hand. The boys' eyes locked and each waited for the other to say something. Tension rose between them, a crackling sensation followed by an eerie silence. It felt like there was so much to say, yet no words to say them with.
Harry felt his face heat up automatically from coming in contact with someone who sort of confessed to him, and then stalked him.
Draco decided to be the first to speak, "There's a hex on the next stairs too. Be careful." He then marched quickly passed the Gryffindor moving robotically up the stairs. The loss of tension was so quick; almost like watching a marionette lose it's strings while being suspended out a window. The fall shocked Harry and brought him back to reality.
Harry took a moment to realize what was said. Then he turned and yelled out. "Draco!" The boy paused at the top of the stairs not even turning. " Uh…thanks," Harry finished more sincerely this time. The other boy continued like nothing happened, but a small smile pulled at his lips as he walked away.
Ron and Hermoine stood there in silence at the confrontation, but the moment Draco moved away, both Ron and Hermoine sprinted down the steps towards the brunette boy.
"Bloody Hell, what was that about?" Ron asked, dropping his voice like he expected to be overheard.
Harry looked at him confused before realizing that he must not have heard the warning about the stair hex. He quickly moved to explain, but was stopped by a shake of Ron's head.
"I know about that," He muttered, "I was wondering why you were calling Malfoy, Draco, acting all chummy and stuff."
Harry took a minute to digest this before he retaliated. "That wasn't chummy I just called him by his first name…"
"Well why did you call him by his first name?"
"Well, it's not like were strangers, we have known each other for a year now," Harry found himself defending his new attitude.
Ron and Hermoine were silent for a moment, seeming to take in this new Harry.
"Look, it doesn't matter," Harry continued. "If it bothers you that much I just start calling him Malfoy again, alright?" He felt annoyed. Annoyed that Ron was making such a big deal out of something so miniscule. Annoyed that Hermoine was watching him so carefully. Annoyed that he couldn't explain what was going on better.
Ron sighed, "Whatever, it's fine,,,"
The tension decreased returning to it's normal happy-go-lucky atmosphere that always followed the trio around(when they weren't doing something that was breaking the rules).
Harry sighed, the annoyed emotion disappearing as he did so. "Well let's go! Or we will be late for Charms." He turned around and tripped over the next hexed landing.
Hermoine's a little OOC in this chapter, but I can definitely see her as a fan girl…
I have a request. I need a reason for Harry to go to detention that isn't to OOC for him. Something that isn't to big(like blowing up at toilet or the like). If you have any ideas I would really like to hear them.
Well, R&R please