STARMAN; 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 [1]

Chapter 3.

"..I firmly disagree. The toad choir was much more terrifying to the Dementors on the train." Seamus chuckled, piercing a baked potato with his fork.

Harry grumbled annoyed.
"Nice one Seamus. Do you want a smooch from the Dementor as well or is your dating life going well?" He said, pushing his own plate away. Annie threw a humorous glance his way, though he couldn't ignore the underlying concern in it.

"I'll go get some sleep i think." Harry said, getting up.

Then the most annoying piercing voice sounded his way.

"Is it true you fainted? I mean, actually fainted?!" Draco Malfoy said, almost bamboozled. That, would be the honorific title that Andromeda saw fit. He very dramatically put his hand on his forehead, falling graciously on his seat right by Crabbe. Almost ceremoniously, Pansy followed after copying his move with a gleam in her eyes.

"Shove off Malfoy!" Ron shouted at him, raising his spoon ready to throw a tasty piece of his stake. Hermione at the last moment took his hand in hers, putting it back at the table. They glanced at their joint hands, then at each other. And as if they were both shocked with a million volts of electricity, they jumped away facing in the opposite direction.

"You wouldn't know it Malfoy. You look so ghastly the Dementors would have thought you're one of their own!" Andromeda said throwing a nasty glare in his way. Hermione covered her laugh, glancing at Harry also taking the situation a bit more lightly.

Draco poked his tongue out and turned back to his table, mumbling whatever.

"Right. I fear we have been insulted tremendously by his tongue, we better leave with our heads high." Harry whispered to Annie, causing her to laugh as they both got up making their way to the hall.

Annie seemed to miss Ginny's stare on the way out.

"We will be going to the lake this weekend right?" Harry asked her the moment they stepped on the cold and dimly lit hall.

"Yes. But I'm afraid I won't be of any use this year. My wand has turned into a flimsy stick. A broken one at that."

"As if that could bother you in any way." Harry scoffed, taking of his robe that had started to itch through his school uniform.

"Sure! Maybe I should start performing wandless magic to our Proffesors. Or even better, I should tell the ministry that i'm a dog." Annie whisper shouted the last part in his ear, as they approached the magical staircases.

"You know there is a shorter female term for that-"

"Since when did you get smart with me Potter?" She turned around the staircase to look into his eyes. His glasses didn't cover the shine of intelligence and sarcasm. Nothing ever could really.

He laughed, and followed after her to the Gryffindor entrance.

She waited. He waited too.

"Well? Go ahead." Annie said staring at door.