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/*/*Harry’s POV/*/*
Harry could hear someone screaming his name over and over again but it was to no use. He couldn’t see anything right now, it was almost like he lost his glasses. However he knows that isn’t the case, losing your glasses doesn’t lead to being bathed in black nothingness. Looking around he realized he couldn’t even see his own hands. He tried to scream back, tell whoever it was that was screaming to stop; He wasn’t worth it. He can’t do anything, he can’t even help himself right now. Screaming back proved to be futile when his mouth fell open, forming words that wouldn’t come out.
The screaming continues, sounding like no one and everyone at the same time. He’s helpless to do anything but endure whatever hell this is. He’d almost given up hope when he caught a glint of white light; similar to the rays of the sun bouncing off of shiny hair. Harry reaches out desperate to find this light in the darkness-
Harry lurched forward into a sitting position, as prepared as he always is for the land of the living. Breathing heavily he glances to the opened curtain and a familiar blur standing within the opening.
“Bloody hell, took you long enough to wake up Harry!” Ron says while handing Harry his glasses, “Must’ve been an intense dream huh?”
Harry rubbed his eyes groggily before putting on his glasses. “Yeah, you could certainly say that. Merlin, what time is it?”
At that Ron’s eyes widened. “Oh yeah, that.” ,he paused, “Well we have about ten minutes until we’re late to potions.” He finished sheepishly.
Harry was suddenly completely awake. “What? RON, WHY WOULDN’T YOU START WITH THAT?!”, He said as he scurried around collecting what he needed for the day. God he did not want to start his day with a mildly more annoyed Snape than usual.
“Well I didn’t mean to sleep in! It doesn’t help matters that it took so long to wake you up!” Ron retorted as they hurriedly got dressed.
“Well come on then, we’ve got to get going!” Harry said as he hooked his bag over his shoulder. Leaving the room tie in hand.
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As they run down the dungeon hallways, desperately trying not to anger Snape, Harry begins to feel nostalgic. Huh some things never change do they, he thinks with a smile. A smile that is quickly wiped off his face as they enter the Potions classroom. All eyes turn to their late entrance. Shit. Harry adjusts his hastily done tie quickly. He looks to the front of the room where Professor Snape is sneering down at them.
“Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley. How gracious I am that you’ve decided to show your faces in class today.” Come on, we're only like two minutes late. “Would you like to explain to the class why you’re late?” Snape questioned.
Still standing awkwardly in the back of the classroom Harry broke the tension, “Well Professor- '' but he was quickly cut off by a babbling redhead. “Sorry Professor! See I woke up late, then I couldn’t wake Harry, I mean we didn’t even get to eat breakf-”
“Enough excuses Mr. Weasley!” Snape stated effectively silencing him, “Twenty-five points each from Gryffindor. Now take a seat so we can begin.”
Dick. Harry quickly glanced around the room only to notice there being two empty seats, one beside Hermione… the other beside Malfoy. Huh, his hair seems really similar. Within his momentary distraction Ron apparently claimed the seat next to Hermione. Ron looked back to Harry with a somewhat apologetic smile, which would’ve been fine if it weren’t for the smugness basically oozing from his pores. He looked as if he’d just decimated Harry in wizard’s chess. Git. This is just fucking great. Harry quickly shuffled over to the seat beside Malfoy, sighing the whole time.
“And what exactly do you think you’re doing, Scarhead?” Malfoy questioned with a sneer.
“Well it looks like I’m taking a seat. I mean even someone of my intelligence can figure that one out. There aren’t any other seats after all.” He quickly responded.
Scoffing Malfoy quickly retorted, “Hm, so the Weasel couldn’t wake you up? Dreaming of me were you, Potty?” Has he always been this much of a cocky bastard? Or am I just now noticing?
Huh, wait… I actually could’ve been. That hair is strikingly similar. I would rather die than be honest right now. “You wish, Malfoy.” He said with a smirk before quickly turning his attention forward, waiting for Snape to start class. Thus missing the subtle shades of pink blooming across Draco’s face. With a swish of his robes Snape quickly began his incredibly dreadful lecture.
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After a class filled with pointless insults and petty arguments, Potions was finally over. Neville’s potion however blew up, not that I expected anything differently. I obviously volunteered to help him clean up the mess because I’m such a noble guy. I mean I’m the chosen one and all that. Hah! I almost believed that, in reality I’m just sick of listening to Ron and Hermione argue. Or should I call it flirting? Not sure to be honest. I am however sure that they’re soulmates that need to get their shit together and kiss. Oh man, that cleaning went by way faster than I intended. Oh well. Harry quickly gathered his stuff from his seat and started to leave the potions classroom. Poor Neville, he’s stuck in there “talking with Snape”. He’s actually just being lectured incessantly.
Harry started heading to his next class only to be blocked by someone's body. Yeah of course! When has my life ever been easy. He thought, sighing as he looked Malfoy in the eyes, Great it’s this prat- oh wow… He actually has really pretty eyes. He shook off his momentary daze, opting to ignore this interaction and go to his next class. Harry quickly maneuvers around Malfoy and begins his trek to History of Magic.
“Oh wow, the Great Potty ignoring poor little me” He starts with a fake pout plastered to his face. Wow, I can’t even believe this git. What have I possibly done to deserve this harassment?
“The oh so special chosen one is just too important to talk to someone like me, is that it?”, Draco continues with a slight shrug to his shoulders. Oh I have a great idea to shut this git up. Yep, right now before he starts talking again!
So with little to no afterthought Harry stepped forward and placed a chaste kiss on Draco’s lips. It was nothing special, just a fleeting feeling of chapped lips pressed against rather soft ones. Harry pulled away from a shell-shocked Malfoy and continued on his way. Hah! I knew that would work … wait. Did I just kiss Draco? Holy shit. Damn my impulsiveness. Hmm, well his lips were rather soft- WAIT! NOPE DEFINITELY NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT! Harry thought as he walked away from a scene that would prove to be rather important, absently rubbing at the sudden itch in his left eye.
Wait, did I just refer to him as Draco?