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ch.3 So you fancy Malfoy?
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“He’s lost his mind, he has.” Ron’s voice brought Harry back to earth.
“Were you guys in the room?”
“No Harry, Malfoy closed the door too quickly.”
“Did you use the ears then?” He asked trying to sound nonchalant, he felt a bit embarrassed at admitting he was afraid of Malfoy.
“Yep,” Harry’s heart stopped, “But they didn’t work.” ‘Thank Merlin!’ His heart beat returned to normal and his body relaxed.
“Did he agree?”
“Hermione you’re a genius. He’s in!”
“Wonderful. Now what to do? We’re going to need a few things.”
“I don’t know,” Harry involuntarily answered the question.
“Harry it was rhetorical.”
“I know but the Veritaserum hasn’t worn off yet.” Ron gaped at his friend.
“You took some Harry? I thought you were kidding.”
“I wasn’t, but I wish I had been.”
“Did you tell Malfoy?”
“Yeah, but he didn’t ask me anything important.” Hermione giggled and Harry raised an eye to her but said nothing else.
“He’s a bit barmy Harry, you know that?”
“Yes Ron, I know.”
“Well alright then.”
***
In the great hall the next morning they planned. Harry was only half listening because he was too busy staring at Draco. He couldn’t stop thinking about him, why did he make Harry so nervous and flushed. He had admitted he was afraid of Malfoy but he hadn’t admitted he was afraid of who he was around Malfoy. He had these strange feelings in his stomach and a slightly more southern region of his body that could not go ignored. Harry watched the way Draco laughed and smirked and was louder then he needed to be just to make people pay attention to him. He had been doing these things as long as Harry could remember, but somehow this morning he seemed different. Or maybe Harry was noticing different things. The way Draco’s hair fell across his eyes and the way he looked when he was genuinely laughing and not sneering. The way he would turn ever so slightly away when Pansy simpered, and he would grimace. It was just a flicker of emotion and nothing more, but Harry could see it when the others hadn’t.
“Harry.”
The way his hands weren’t bony, but thin and fine, and the way his skin glowed white in the sunlight.
“Harry.”
And the way he would cast Harry sidelong glances when he thought no one was looking, only to turn away when he saw Harry’s eyes were already on him.
“Harry!”
“What?”
“Have you been listening to a thing I’ve said? This is important, it is literally life and death and you’re staring at Malfoy!”
“I wasn’t!”
“He wasn’t Hermione, were you Harry?”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Whatever, will you please listen to me?” At that moment though, a new voice stole Harry’s attention again. It seems while Harry’s attention was torn away from Malfoy, the offending attention stealing Malfoy decided to come to Harry.
“What is that I hear? A discordant note in loves tender refrains?”
“Ugh, Malfoy what?!” Hermione spun her head looking exasperated.
“Just curious why your darling savior was staring at me is all, it’s unsettling.”
“I was not staring at you Malfoy.” Harry hoped he wasn’t blushing.
“You were.”
“Was not.”
“Were, Potter you pouf.”
“Was not you wanker!”
“Stop it! Just stop. Malfoy sit down.” Hermione seemed to have had enough.
“And been seen with the golden trio, I think not.” He whispered the last bit.
“Well fine, meet us in the unused charms classroom at the end of the second floor
corridor at noon.”
“It’s Saturday.”
“Be there.” She huffed and stood up. With a quick wave she was half way out of the Great Hall.
“Yes mum,” Malfoy muttered, “how do you two deal with that hyperactive mud blood?”
“Shut your ferrety face Malfoy.” Ron’s face meanwhile was quickly becoming the color of his hair.
“Calm down Weaslby, its just habit. And really you’d better play nicer if you want my help.” With that he too strode purposefully out of the Great Hall. Harry sighed and looked at his plate of food.
“You weren’t staring at him were you Harry?”
“No Ron.”
“Oh, good then, I didn’t think so. But if you weren’t, why would Hermione and Malfoy both think you were?”
“Ugh, YES, I was staring at him.”
“Then why lie to me mate? I know you like blokes; just I didn’t think you liked Malfoy.” Harry sputtered incoherently before stopping to breathe.
“You know what?”
“I know you fancy blokes.”
“I- I don’t…do you think?”
“Yeah I do, don’t you? You know Charlie’s a pouf. Not that you’re a pouf Harry, it’s just, he fancies blokes too is all. I mean, he’s not really a pouf, he works with dragons, you know what I mean.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Yep. It’s not really a big deal in my family. It’s just a matter of how much food your date ‘ill eat when you bring ‘em home. Some wizarding families look down on it publicly, but they all have that uncle or cousin or whatever that’s married but-you know, on the side.”
“Ooh.”
“So you fancy Malfoy? That’s not healthy Harry. He’s libel to hex you in your sleep, that one.”
“I was watching him, I don’t fancy him. I don’t think I fancy him.”
“You want some advice Harry?” Harry looked at Ron with disbelief in his eyes.
“Okay.”
“You do like him, for some absolutely batty reason, and even scarier, he fancies you back. But you can’t trust him, you know I think he’s a junior death eater, but I’ve been wrong before. So invite him to the common room, liquor him up and ask him how he feels. That’s how I got it out of ‘Mione.” Ron finished his plan with a little wink, and nudged Harry’s ribs, “that’s how I got her to-you know- the first time too.” He laughed a full laugh. It was a completely carefree chortle that only Ron good make.
“He’ll be eaten alive in the tower.”
“Not on a Hogsmead weekend, in early fall, when I’ve tricked everyone into sleeping in the common room to play games and talk Quidditch.”
“Could you do that?”
“No problem.”
“Ron your brilliant!”
“I know. That’s what Hermione says when we’ve finished.”
“And disgusting.”
“She says that sometimes too.” Ron frowned. Harry laughed and wondered where a ruthless and sexy Slytherin prince might be found on a warm Saturday morning. ‘The dungeons. Well that won’t work; I’ll just wait ‘til noon.’
***
Harry and Ron rounded the corner to see and irritated Hermione talking covertly to a smug looking Malfoy and tapping her foot.
“Oi, Hermione!” Ron didn’t seem to think it was odd looking that the four of them were meeting in the corridor. To Harry’s surprise Hermione didn’t cluck at Ron but smiled warmly.
“Ron, Harry, finally you’re here. Draco and I have been waiting for ages.”
“Draco?” Harry and Ron whispered together. Draco tilted his head to the side and raised his pale eyebrow.
“I do have a first name, I’m sure you’ve heard.”
“Yes.” Harry said simply, licking his lips at the blond, who was in jeans and a soft blue colored long sleeved shirt.
“Well,” Hermione perked up, “we’re all on first name basis here now, so shall we go inside, I doubt we’ll manage to look normal just standing around in the charms corridor. I don’t fancy staging a fight, do you?” She looked from boy to boy and Harry thought that perhaps Ron wouldn’t mind staging a fight with Malfoy but it would be counterproductive to Harry’s purposes. They followed Hermione into the room and it appeared as though she had prepared it for their meeting. The dust was cleared out there where four chairs set up around a large circular table.
“Do we get to be knighted by the king then too?”
“It’s a round table Malfoy, not the round table,” said Harry understanding the reference and laughing.
“Just curious.” Draco replied.
“Alright,” Hermione started, “shall we begin?” She asked not waiting for an answer before passing out drinks, once again spiked with Veritaserum and began lecturing. Harry listened intently as she outlined that each of them needed to procure specific animals(‘each person needs a representation in animal form of their corner and their element’) and passed out each persons specific chants, element information, animal recommendation and then said something that made Harry and Draco sit straight up in their chairs.
“We all need to be very…in tune, with each other. So I think that it would be wise for each of us to spend a bit of time with our ‘partner’ in the circle. That won’t be difficult for Ron and me but I think that you, Harry and you, Draco should perhaps spend a few nights together, getting to know each other.” She smiled nervously. “Maybe spend a couple nights in the room of requirement, if that doesn’t bother either of you. It’s just that it will be very difficult to spend time during the day, with people watching and what not. It would take a lot of explaining if people started noticing you two being chummy all of a sudden, don’t you think?” Ron almost burst at the seems from holding in laughter, Hermione on the other hand now looked apprehensively from Draco’s soft grey eyes to Harry’s bright green ones, as if expecting to be fought tooth and nail.
“Erm, sure I guess, if that’s okay with Malfoy.” Harry looked at Draco expectantly.
“Yes, yes I don’t want to mare my reputation too much, it’s been damaged enough as it is. And stop using my surname; it makes me sound like my father.”
“Oh, sorry…um Draco.”
“Just don’t let it happen again.”
“He’s lost his mind, he has.” Ron’s voice brought Harry back to earth.
“Were you guys in the room?”
“No Harry, Malfoy closed the door too quickly.”
“Did you use the ears then?” He asked trying to sound nonchalant, he felt a bit embarrassed at admitting he was afraid of Malfoy.
“Yep,” Harry’s heart stopped, “But they didn’t work.” ‘Thank Merlin!’ His heart beat returned to normal and his body relaxed.
“Did he agree?”
“Hermione you’re a genius. He’s in!”
“Wonderful. Now what to do? We’re going to need a few things.”
“I don’t know,” Harry involuntarily answered the question.
“Harry it was rhetorical.”
“I know but the Veritaserum hasn’t worn off yet.” Ron gaped at his friend.
“You took some Harry? I thought you were kidding.”
“I wasn’t, but I wish I had been.”
“Did you tell Malfoy?”
“Yeah, but he didn’t ask me anything important.” Hermione giggled and Harry raised an eye to her but said nothing else.
“He’s a bit barmy Harry, you know that?”
“Yes Ron, I know.”
“Well alright then.”
***
In the great hall the next morning they planned. Harry was only half listening because he was too busy staring at Draco. He couldn’t stop thinking about him, why did he make Harry so nervous and flushed. He had admitted he was afraid of Malfoy but he hadn’t admitted he was afraid of who he was around Malfoy. He had these strange feelings in his stomach and a slightly more southern region of his body that could not go ignored. Harry watched the way Draco laughed and smirked and was louder then he needed to be just to make people pay attention to him. He had been doing these things as long as Harry could remember, but somehow this morning he seemed different. Or maybe Harry was noticing different things. The way Draco’s hair fell across his eyes and the way he looked when he was genuinely laughing and not sneering. The way he would turn ever so slightly away when Pansy simpered, and he would grimace. It was just a flicker of emotion and nothing more, but Harry could see it when the others hadn’t.
“Harry.”
The way his hands weren’t bony, but thin and fine, and the way his skin glowed white in the sunlight.
“Harry.”
And the way he would cast Harry sidelong glances when he thought no one was looking, only to turn away when he saw Harry’s eyes were already on him.
“Harry!”
“What?”
“Have you been listening to a thing I’ve said? This is important, it is literally life and death and you’re staring at Malfoy!”
“I wasn’t!”
“He wasn’t Hermione, were you Harry?”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Whatever, will you please listen to me?” At that moment though, a new voice stole Harry’s attention again. It seems while Harry’s attention was torn away from Malfoy, the offending attention stealing Malfoy decided to come to Harry.
“What is that I hear? A discordant note in loves tender refrains?”
“Ugh, Malfoy what?!” Hermione spun her head looking exasperated.
“Just curious why your darling savior was staring at me is all, it’s unsettling.”
“I was not staring at you Malfoy.” Harry hoped he wasn’t blushing.
“You were.”
“Was not.”
“Were, Potter you pouf.”
“Was not you wanker!”
“Stop it! Just stop. Malfoy sit down.” Hermione seemed to have had enough.
“And been seen with the golden trio, I think not.” He whispered the last bit.
“Well fine, meet us in the unused charms classroom at the end of the second floor
corridor at noon.”
“It’s Saturday.”
“Be there.” She huffed and stood up. With a quick wave she was half way out of the Great Hall.
“Yes mum,” Malfoy muttered, “how do you two deal with that hyperactive mud blood?”
“Shut your ferrety face Malfoy.” Ron’s face meanwhile was quickly becoming the color of his hair.
“Calm down Weaslby, its just habit. And really you’d better play nicer if you want my help.” With that he too strode purposefully out of the Great Hall. Harry sighed and looked at his plate of food.
“You weren’t staring at him were you Harry?”
“No Ron.”
“Oh, good then, I didn’t think so. But if you weren’t, why would Hermione and Malfoy both think you were?”
“Ugh, YES, I was staring at him.”
“Then why lie to me mate? I know you like blokes; just I didn’t think you liked Malfoy.” Harry sputtered incoherently before stopping to breathe.
“You know what?”
“I know you fancy blokes.”
“I- I don’t…do you think?”
“Yeah I do, don’t you? You know Charlie’s a pouf. Not that you’re a pouf Harry, it’s just, he fancies blokes too is all. I mean, he’s not really a pouf, he works with dragons, you know what I mean.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Yep. It’s not really a big deal in my family. It’s just a matter of how much food your date ‘ill eat when you bring ‘em home. Some wizarding families look down on it publicly, but they all have that uncle or cousin or whatever that’s married but-you know, on the side.”
“Ooh.”
“So you fancy Malfoy? That’s not healthy Harry. He’s libel to hex you in your sleep, that one.”
“I was watching him, I don’t fancy him. I don’t think I fancy him.”
“You want some advice Harry?” Harry looked at Ron with disbelief in his eyes.
“Okay.”
“You do like him, for some absolutely batty reason, and even scarier, he fancies you back. But you can’t trust him, you know I think he’s a junior death eater, but I’ve been wrong before. So invite him to the common room, liquor him up and ask him how he feels. That’s how I got it out of ‘Mione.” Ron finished his plan with a little wink, and nudged Harry’s ribs, “that’s how I got her to-you know- the first time too.” He laughed a full laugh. It was a completely carefree chortle that only Ron good make.
“He’ll be eaten alive in the tower.”
“Not on a Hogsmead weekend, in early fall, when I’ve tricked everyone into sleeping in the common room to play games and talk Quidditch.”
“Could you do that?”
“No problem.”
“Ron your brilliant!”
“I know. That’s what Hermione says when we’ve finished.”
“And disgusting.”
“She says that sometimes too.” Ron frowned. Harry laughed and wondered where a ruthless and sexy Slytherin prince might be found on a warm Saturday morning. ‘The dungeons. Well that won’t work; I’ll just wait ‘til noon.’
***
Harry and Ron rounded the corner to see and irritated Hermione talking covertly to a smug looking Malfoy and tapping her foot.
“Oi, Hermione!” Ron didn’t seem to think it was odd looking that the four of them were meeting in the corridor. To Harry’s surprise Hermione didn’t cluck at Ron but smiled warmly.
“Ron, Harry, finally you’re here. Draco and I have been waiting for ages.”
“Draco?” Harry and Ron whispered together. Draco tilted his head to the side and raised his pale eyebrow.
“I do have a first name, I’m sure you’ve heard.”
“Yes.” Harry said simply, licking his lips at the blond, who was in jeans and a soft blue colored long sleeved shirt.
“Well,” Hermione perked up, “we’re all on first name basis here now, so shall we go inside, I doubt we’ll manage to look normal just standing around in the charms corridor. I don’t fancy staging a fight, do you?” She looked from boy to boy and Harry thought that perhaps Ron wouldn’t mind staging a fight with Malfoy but it would be counterproductive to Harry’s purposes. They followed Hermione into the room and it appeared as though she had prepared it for their meeting. The dust was cleared out there where four chairs set up around a large circular table.
“Do we get to be knighted by the king then too?”
“It’s a round table Malfoy, not the round table,” said Harry understanding the reference and laughing.
“Just curious.” Draco replied.
“Alright,” Hermione started, “shall we begin?” She asked not waiting for an answer before passing out drinks, once again spiked with Veritaserum and began lecturing. Harry listened intently as she outlined that each of them needed to procure specific animals(‘each person needs a representation in animal form of their corner and their element’) and passed out each persons specific chants, element information, animal recommendation and then said something that made Harry and Draco sit straight up in their chairs.
“We all need to be very…in tune, with each other. So I think that it would be wise for each of us to spend a bit of time with our ‘partner’ in the circle. That won’t be difficult for Ron and me but I think that you, Harry and you, Draco should perhaps spend a few nights together, getting to know each other.” She smiled nervously. “Maybe spend a couple nights in the room of requirement, if that doesn’t bother either of you. It’s just that it will be very difficult to spend time during the day, with people watching and what not. It would take a lot of explaining if people started noticing you two being chummy all of a sudden, don’t you think?” Ron almost burst at the seems from holding in laughter, Hermione on the other hand now looked apprehensively from Draco’s soft grey eyes to Harry’s bright green ones, as if expecting to be fought tooth and nail.
“Erm, sure I guess, if that’s okay with Malfoy.” Harry looked at Draco expectantly.
“Yes, yes I don’t want to mare my reputation too much, it’s been damaged enough as it is. And stop using my surname; it makes me sound like my father.”
“Oh, sorry…um Draco.”
“Just don’t let it happen again.”