WIP: Split Personality
Warning: Disturbing Language
Authors Notes: This is the first fic that I wrote but my second posted…but even then, I still have an excuse if it sucks…*evil laughter*…Please(!) give feedback! Me is needing it!!!! Thanks.
Summary: Draco makes a potion and it turns out to be something else…
Chapter 2 - Unforgivable
At lunch time, the Slytherins and Gryffindors in fifth year all came to the bulletin board so hastily that they bumped other people; even the teachers were starting to notice.
A. Parvati Patil – Millicent Bulstrode
B. Lavender Brown – Pansy Parkinson
C.. Dean Thomas – Blaise Zabini
D. Seamus Finnigan – Vincent Crabbe
E. Neville Longbottom – Gregory Goyle
F. Hermione Granger – Ronald Weasley
G. Harry Potter – Draco Malfoy
“Millicent?!” Parvati shrieked in disbelief. “That big lummox of a fifth year?”
“Yeah,” Lavender said, coming from the Great Hall. “I think that’s the one.” Parvati glared. They were usually the best of friends but this just really ticked Parvati off.
“Well,” Parvati turned to Lavender. “at least I’m not partnered with Pansy Parkinson.”
“What?!” Lavender almost chocked. “P-P-P-Pansy Parkinson?”
“Blaise Zabini?!?!” Dean asked, sounding very much shocked and like he was about to faint at the same time. “Never heard of him.”
“Crabbe?!?!” Seamus said, putting his face in his palms. “I won’t be sure if I can go to sixth year with you, Dean; might not survive this!”
Harry, Hermione and Neville were still eating lunch. They, except for Ron whom they chose to ignore, were the only fifth years left eating.
“Wonder where the others went off to,” Harry said thoughtfully
As though hearing him, Seamus and Dean appeared from the corridor. “Hey guys,” Dean said. “great pairings, eh?”
Seamus nudged Dean in the ribs. “Dean!” Seamus jerked his head toward Harry, who looked innocently curious.
“What’s going on?” Harry asked them.
“Have you looked at the bulletin board? I didn’t see you there.” Dean said, settling himself between Ron and Neville.
Ron choked and everyone, including Hermione and Harry turned their heads toward him, he gulped his food and said disbelievingly, “You look at the bulletin board?”
“Well, it had all our pairings for Potions.” Seamus replied almost defensively.
Harry choked, too. Everyone, including Ron, now turned to him. “We – we have a bulletin board?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “’Course we do!”
“And you guys look at it?” Ron said out of the blue again.
For a while it seemed like there was no fight between the three of them and it seemed the there was no chasm the divided their friendship which seemed so strong one moment and shattered the next. Like there was still hope to renew their friendship. Ron’s mind stopped fantasizing as Hermione’s voice made him land with a ‘kerplunk!’ to earth.
“C’mon, Harry,” she said. “Let’s get our quills; we still have to sign the notice on the bulletin board.”
“Oh, wait,” Harry said grabbing Hermione’s wrist, she looked at him in wonder. Harry looked or rather glared at Ron, “You better put a non-cheating spell on mine, I might change the pairings.”
Ron quickly finished his Pumpkin juice and hurried out of the Great Hall, his eyes looking rather shiny. Hermione rolled her eyes. “Oh, Harry, c’mon now, will you?”
“Right. But we should really —"
“Blimey!” Seamus shouted from no where. “Dean and I forgot to sign, too! We’ll be dead!”
“It’s all right, Seamus,” Harry soothingly soothingly. “Hermione just made that up.” He flashed Seamus a smile.
“Ah,” Seamus said with two nods he turned to Hermione. “Didn’t know you had it in you to do that to Ron, Hermione.”
“Well,” Hermione said, sitting down again; he realized he hadn’t finished his food yet. “Things change, Dean.”
Harry ate as Dean, Seamus and Neville got up to go back to the Common Room. Hermione was still there looking across the Great Hall. Harry noticed and followed her eyes. She was looking at Draco, Harry quickly understood why.
Across the Great Hall, Malfoy had gotten a new broom; a Thunderbolt, to be precise. But it wasn’t the broom that had interested neither Hermione nor Harry, and that was saying something since Harry played Malfoy in Quidditch. But he was sure to be excused because what Draco did next . . . . Well, nothing, nothing, could have prepared Harry for it; he smiled . . . . at . . . . at Harry. Not the usual smirk, it was…different…a genuine smile.
The whole Gryffindor and Slytherin table turned to him. Harry was open-mouthed. And not knowing how to react; he stood up. He looked at the floor, aware that every pair of eyes in the Great Hall now turned toward him. He slowly made his way to the Slytherin table; he felt Malfoy’s eyes on him; a shiver ran through his spine which caused his head to go up. He saw Malfoy. He saw Malfoy smiling at him. It wasn’t a smirk or a sneer, no; it was an honest, true smile. The one with warmth and tenderness. He looked at Malfoy, he didn’t return the smile, he just stared; but he kept on walking. He saw something in Draco’s eyes except for tenderness and warmth. There was something, he tried to see beyond but failed. He tried again, his eyes were close to tears; he was about to give up when he realized he was already at the Slytherin table and Malfoy’s back was in front of him.
“Malfoy,” Harry choked out; there seemed to be a frog in his throat. “Outside, now.”
“As you wish, love.” Malfoy said.
It caused Harry to stop dead and goggle at him. “What the hell did you just say, Malfoy?” Harry said in disbelief.
“I said,” Draco began. “’As – you – wish – Love.’” He spoke each word slowly and clearly. He put a lot of emphasis on the last word.
“Malfoy, you shall never call me that again. Do you understand? Never.” Harry said. He was quite convinced, actually, that Malfoy had gone quite mad.
Draco just smiled again.
“Are you aware that the whole Great Hall is watching us and hears what we say?” Harry said through gritted teeth.
Draco nodded politely.
“Okay,” Harry said, inhaling. “What’s the deal, Malfoy? Why are you looking at me like that? Why are you calling me –“ Harry hesitated. “Love?”
“Because,” Draco said. “I love you and you’re driving me crazy.” And with that, he pulled Harry in for a kiss.
Draco’s lips were warm and soft, with a hint of mint. In a second, Harry found himself. He listened to the voice in his head, Draco Malfoy is kissing you!!! Harry quickly backed away from Malfoy.
“Holy shit, Draco!” was the first three words he said. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and then rubbed it against Draco’s robes.
Draco was speechless; he goggled at Harry who was busy wiping his hand on Draco’s robes with a disgusted look on his face. He was mumbling something; a colorful barrage of curse words, something about Draco’s disgusting and disputing face.
Suddenly, without warning, Harry pinched Draco’s ear and dragged him all the way outside. Almost all the students followed.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Watch it, Harry!” Draco said trying to pull Harry’s hand away from his ear.
Harry let go of his ear and lifted him to the wall by his neck. “First of all,” Harry said. “We have never been at a first-name-basis, Malfoy.”
“Well,” Draco said lightly. “We are now in relationship –“
“Hold on!” Harry said, tightening his grip on Draco’s collar. “And since when have we been in a relationship?”
“Well, we did just kiss a moment ago, now didn’t we?”
“He-he-he,” Harry mocked laughter. He covered his mouth with his hand, looked at the floor momentarily and looked up at Draco again. “Correction, Draco; you kissed me, I recall no kissing you back.”
Draco looked hurt. He frowned and looked at the floor.
“Okay, look,” Harry said, trying to soothe Draco, he didn’t want to see him sad. “I don’t mind that you tapped on the back, accidentally push me on the shoulder or tugged my robes, Malfoy, but I draw the line when you lips come in contact with mine.”
All the students in the Great Hall looked mildly interested in what Harry and Malfoy were about to do. Hermione’s brow was furrowed, she looked up. She saw Harry pinning Malfoy to the wall. “Hmm . . . .”
He looked at them with a smart thinking look. “Hmm . . . .” she repeated.
There was a moment of silence between Harry and Draco.
“Okay, then.” Malfoy said. “I promise to lay off the lips.”
Harry put him down with a questioning look on his face. He looked at Malfoy who kept wrinkling his nose to the doors that lead to the Great Hall. Harry got the message.
“Good.” He said shortly. He turned on his heel and left.
“Well then,” Fred said. All the heads turned toward him. “That was a mildly disturbing image; I’d never have guessed that Malfoy would dare to kiss The Boy Who Lived.”
Across the room, Hermione couldn’t help but agree.
Harry walked swiftly to the Gryffindor Common Room, his robes almost flying behind him. He got to the Portrait Hole and mumbled the password. As he got in, he saw the one person he needed, the one person who could make him feel better and the person who he doubted the first minute but needed the next.
“Ron,” he said.
Ron looked up, a mildly surprised look on his face. He saw it was Harry and he raised an eyebrow. He closed the book he was reading shut. He put it on the table and looked at Harry with nervous look on his face. He chose not to speak.
Harry noticed his lack of response. “Ron,” he repeated.
Harry was expecting a cold ‘what?’ but instead he got an innocently curious, “Why?”
“Why are you calling me ‘Ron’, aren’t you mad at me?”
“Oh, Ron,” he said exasperatedly. “After what just happened in the Great Hall, there’s no one I could be mad at.”
“Not even Malfoy?” Ron said.
“Wait a minute,” Harry said slowly. “You weren’t there, were you, Ron?”
“Where exactly, Harry?” he said.
“You’re calling me by my first name now, are you?”
“Yeah,” Ron grinned. “So where?”
“In the Great Hall.”
Ron’s eyes widened. “The ‘Great Hall’?” he repeated.
“Well, are you going to tell me or are we going to wait for everybody to get here so that I can get a blow by blow encounter of how everything happened?”
“Oh, I would be glad to tell you that!” Someone said from behind them. “Glad to see that you and Harry are finally friends; or am I just imagining things?”
“Nah. You’re not. So, what really happened, Herm?”
“Well . . . .”
Suddenly, Hermione found herself telling a vividly graphical tale of what happened a while ago in the Great Hall.
“And then I saw you two here and then you said, ‘Nah. You’re not. So what really happened, Herm? And then I said —“
“Hermione,” Ron said.
“What?” Hermione looked at Ron with a look of hurt on her face because Ron had interrupted her.
“You’re telling the whole story all over again!” he said exasperatedly.
“Oh. Right.” She said, she smiled weakly and said, “Well, anyway, that’s what happened.”
“I see.” Ron said.
Harry looked at him expectantly. Ron noticed. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came. He opened his mouth rather widely, but again, nothing came out. Harry still looked expectantly at him. Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Honestly!” she said, turning to Ron.
“Okay, okay,” he said. There was a tone in his voice that said he wasn’t regretting being friends with Harry again. Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. “Well, uh . . .”
“Ron! Will you please hurry up?! This is getting rather boring!” Hermione said tapping the tip of her foot on the floor. Again Ron opened his mouth, and (again) nothing came. “Ron!”
“Alright already!” he said. “Sheesh, you’re really impatient today, Hermione. Anyway,” he said turning to Harry. “That was actually interesting.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “’Interesting’?” he repeated.
“Yeah, well, it was. I mean, who would’ve thought Draco Malfoy would actually kiss Harry!”
Harry’s eyebrow raised so high that it was almost disappearing into his hair.
“Alright, well, how would you describe it?” he questioned Harry.
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