So I know I haven't been writing for a while, and I apologize for that. My entire spring has been crazy as ever, so the only time I had to myself I watched YouTube videos and relaxed around the house. …yeah it has nothing to do with the fact that I am a lazy and distractable person… oh no…
So onwards and upwards… I don't own Harry Potter.
IMPORTANT: in the last chapter I had written that Harry was supposed to meet Cho at dinner, I actually meant to write lunch, now you understand Draco's random mood swing at the end of the last chapter. This also makes this story that much better. Sorry if there was any confusion.
Who would have thought that Library's would be so quiet during lunch. Well, apparently not Harry Potter. He sat at the end of an empty table, a large over-sized book set out in front of him attempting to find something for potions research.
Harry gazed around the deserted bookshelves, hoping to see someone at least walking through the corridors. Sadly there was no one. Not even his partner…
'Where the hell is he?' Harry growled to himself. 'We only had an hour between Potions and now, it's not like he could forget, could he?' Harry growled to himself as he tapped the book in front of him irritated. 'What if Draco just left me here! But he was the one who thought about meeting in the first place. He even seemed sincere when he said he would see me later.' Harry pondered over as he skimmed through the page. 'Maybe he's just gonna leave me to do all the work.' Harry made a face at the thought, it would be very Malfoy-esque.
Harry reached the end of the page before he realized that none of what he just read ever registered in his mind. "Great, now I'll have to read it all over…again," Harry muttered as he raised his left hand to support his chin. His other hand played with his quill letting it flick over his finger. Ron had taught him how to do this, and ever since then he did it automatically whenever he held something somewhat resembling a pen. He could even do it with his wand, though that was a little harder.
It was relaxing sitting there reading a book in the silence of the library, feeling the quill brush against his finger. It was so continuous, so monotonous…so calming.
Flick. Swish.
Flick. Swish.
Flick. Sw-
Harry paused in his reading as he felt the quill disappear. 'Must of dropped it,' His mind thought grogggily, the warm heat in the library making him feel sleepy. Harry turned his head slowly, keeping his chin planted on his hand. He glanced at the end of the table only to realize he was no longer alone in the library. Harry's eyes trailed up the opened wizard cloak, lingering momentarily on the green and silver tie and up to the gray eyes.
"Comfortable, Potter?" A voice murmured, as the quill was placed beside his hand on the table.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Took you long enough, Malfoy."
Draco's eyebrows snapped together, as a frown peirced his porcelain face. "What's with the last name?" He growled.
Harry pulled his head off of his hand giving the Slytherin a confused and irritated look. "You started it."
Draco blinked twice before glancing at the rest of the empty library. "Oh, I guess I did, didn't I…"
Harry snorted, grabbing his feather pen from the table and staring at the book in front of him again. He wasn't reading it, but a book was much easier to stare at than the other teenage boy.
There was a uncomfortable silence before Draco's robes rustled as he moved away from Harry's table, dissapearing into the depths of the bookshelves.
At the disappearance of the boy's presence Harry glanced up, looking at the place where he thought the blond disappeared to. 'What is he up to now?'
A couple of minutes went by as Harry stared at the bookshelves keeping as silent as possible, trying to sense where the other boy had gone. A whish of a cloak alerted Harry seconds before Draco walked from the tall bookcases, a book in hand. A real book. In his hand. A big book, like the textbook monsters that Hermoine liked to read for fun. Harry stared at the book before glancing at Draco.
"What, think I was going to leave all of the research to you?" Draco rolled his eyes as he seated himself across from Harry.
Harry returned his eyes to his own book, hoping Draco hadn't seen the agreement that he felt. The idea of Draco leaving all the research to him had occurred to him a couple of times during the days directly receiving partners. After that time he had been to… busy. Harry's mind slammed itself into a brick wall as the memories of the night before resurfaced. How he could have forgotten them was incredible, but with Cho Chang's confession filling his head, trying to talk to Ron or Hermoine about said confession, and having Draco's crazy mood swings happening all day, forced Harry to put memories in the back of his mind. And Potion's class had been so much more relaxed than the rest of the day, that Harry forgot he even had any other problems.
Harry felt heat rise to his cheeks as he tried to shake the thought free.
"Well, I'm glad you have some faith in me," Draco gave Harry a slightly shocked look at what seemed to be an ardent denial. "Kind of surprising though. "
Harry kept his head down and continued to stare at the book, ignoring Draco's misassumption( A/N I know that's not a word). The time went by fairly quietly with only a little talk as either partner informed the other about a piece of information they found, or a certain book that might help them in their search, but the rest of the silence was only filled with rustle of pages or scratch of a hard-tipped quill.
The bell startled Harry from his detailed explanation about the Durgegous plant and it's effects on the body. He glanced up to look at Draco watching as he quickly packed his books and papers away. Harry followed suit slowly, hoping that Draco would leave and that would be the end of their contact. The entire time had been uncomfortable for Harry, who continued to be plagued by those memories. They came at random points while he was writing his essay.
The rustling from in front of him teetered off, signaling Draco's completion on packing. Harry paused in his own packing, pretending like he was deep in thought on what paper to put where.
"Um…" Draco paused. That gained Harry's attention. Draco not sure of himself? That was one heck of a rare occurrence. Harry raised his head carefully. Draco kept his gaze locked on the library door as he asked. "So when should we meet again?"
Harry kept any emotion, such as the immense surprised, shock, and humor at a uncertain Malfoy, off of his face long enough to reply. "Anytime on Thursday works for me."
Draco nodded curtly before saying, or more like ordering, "Here at 7," before strutting away.
Harry repeated the time out loud before grabbing the rest of the paper and stuffing it unceremoniously into his bag. The books would be returned to their shelves by the librarian later that day.
The Chosen One hurried from the library, heading towards his next class, when he realized that he hadn't had lunch yet. He had stayed one and a half hours in the library researching! Harry sighed as he directed him towards History of Magic class, hoping that he would be able to grab something from the Hall later. Sometimes they had some leftovers from lunch that they handed out as a snack.
As he walked down one of the many hallways, he saw a passing group of Ravenclaws who seemed to be in a deep argument.
As Harry glanced at them as he passed, a memory tickled the back of his mind.
'Oh, right,' Harry thought groggily, 'I have to respond to Cho at lunch.'
It wasn't til he was walking into the classroom that he realized the magnitude of his error.
Wow… so I bet a lot of you want to hit me for the long wait for this next chapter… and I bet even more want to hit me because of the seeming backstep of Draco and Harry's relationship… but fear not my little chickies, I have already kicked myself multiple times for my pathetic work ethic. And now I am done with my self-pitying and am going to try to write a bit more… sometime… in the future,,, on all of my lost peices of fanfiction… yeah…
R&R maybe?