16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 35:

*Third person p.o.v*

"Silence," Said professor Flitwick, making Hermione shush Harry and Ron, who'd been laughing at something Ron had said.

Harry was in his second class of the day, and found himself already having trouble concentrating.

Though, with his lack of sleep, he supposed it wasn't so odd.

"Aqua Eructo," Started Flitwick, gazing over the students. "Aqua Eructo is used to create and to control jets of water." He explained.

Harry watched as a small wooden bowl appeared in front of himself, and the other Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

Harry saw how Hermione looked all too excited as she looked back up at Flitwick.

"There's only a small amount of water for each one of you, and I expect nothing less than for you not to make a mess, once you've learned how to cast the spell."

Flitwick put his own wand down, "Does anyone know what Auqua Eructo means?"

Hermione was quick to raise her hand, almost hitting Harry beside her on the way.

"Yes, miss Granger?"

Hermione straightened her back, looking proud. "Aqua means 'water' in latin. Eructo is a verb that means 'I raise'. So Aqua Eructo means 'I raise water'."

Flitwick smiled widely, "Very good indeed, Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor."

Hermione looked proud of herself, and when Harry turned to look at Ron, expecting for him to find Hermione ridiculous as well, he was looking at her in admiration. Harry shook his head to himself.

"The spell is related to Aguamenti, though the charms are very diffrent. Aguamenti makes water appear—"

Harry stared down at the little puddle of water in the bowl in front of him.

He wondered how long it would take a person to become delirious from lack of sleep.

Maybe he should just draw his curtains, and put a silencing spell over himself. That way he at least wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night, with all of his dorm mates watching him questioningly. And maybe even ask him why he was thrashing around in his bed and looked so distressed. And was sleep talking.

Harry looked up from the water, and found himself scanning the Ravenclaw students on the other side of the room, out of boredom.

But when Harry found Micheal Corner, a boy Harry had rarely ever spoken too — He'd actually only ever spoken to him once when Harry had accidentally walked into him — Was already looking at him, Harry tilted his head.

Micheal blushed, rather hard at that it seemed, and gave Harry a small shy smile before quickly turning to look back at their professor. Though, Harry didn't miss him looking back at him again for a second.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

Now what was that about?

Harry turned to Hermione. "Hermione?" Whispered Harry, in hopes she'd seen it too.

Hermione shushed him harshly, "I'm trying to concentrate!" She whispered back angrily, pretending to still be looking at Flitwick.

Harry tried his hardest not to roll his eyes at her as he turned back to look down at the bowl.

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Harry walked closely behind Ron, trying to shield himself from everyone.

"There's nothing special to see here. You can stop staring and whispering now," Ron scowled at a group of boys who were looking at Harry. If Harry didn't know any better, they looked almost disgusted.