Vivus armum // Drarry

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: crash landing on Malfoy

The first two weeks of classes went pretty uneventful andHarry was beginning to think that he might actually have a normal year    . The teachers gave them a huge leap of homework ("Can you believe it, it's only the first day back!" Ron moped), McGonagall had continued teaching transfiguration in lack of finding a new professor (though Harry suspected that McGonagall didn't think anyone else than her were qualified enough to teach her children her subject), the new potions professor was a pain in the ass and was horrible at explaining things (Professor Artus was almost worse than Slughorn), though it seemed that they had actually gotten a decent Defense professor (Professor Williamson was an auror, but had taken a year off to teach as a favor to McGonagall, and he believed in hands on learning), Harry and Blaise got on pretty well and Harry had not had a run in with Malfoy since the train (which Harry guessed wasn't exactly normal, but it still fell in the category of 'uneventful').

One thing that wasn't uneventful, however, was Ron and Hermione's relationship. Now don't misunderstand, Harry was very happy for Ron and Hermione, but he wasn't happy with their excessive PDA. It wasn't that bad, but nevertheless it reminded him of Ginny. Though he had gotten over his stage of deep depression or at least pushed it away, he still missed her a lot. But just because he was sad didn't mean they had to be sad as well, so Harry didn't say anything.

It was Friday morning in the second week at breakfast when it happened.

Harry was eating his breakfast silently as Hermione half sat on Ron's lap. Harry raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. He instead went back to watching the eighth year Slytherin boys. It was a habit, Harry guessed, after so many years. The morning post owls came and as Harry watched, a big brown barn owl dropped a letter on Nott's plate and flew off again. Or at least it tried to. It collided with another owl and crash landed on Malfoy's hair. Malfoy shrieked and waved his arms frantically, trying to get the owl away. It just ruffled its feathers and went off looking mildly annoyed. Harry couldn't blame him. If he ever landed on Malfoy he would be annoyed too. Focusing back on the present Harry realized that Malfoy's hair was looking like a bird's nest, not unlike his own unruly hair.

Blaise caught Harry's eyed, winked and turned to Malfoy. Blaise said something, which looked suspiciously like "I'll fix it", before ruffling his hair even more. Malfoy shrieked again and jumped Blaise, knocking him out of his seat. The hall gasped, clearly expecting Malfoy to hit Blaise, but instead a high-pitched laughter rose from where the two boys had landed on the floor. It seemed that Malfoy was sitting on top of Blaise, poking him in the in the ribs and tickling him, causing Blaise to writhe on the floor laughing hysterically, while gasping "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," continuedly.

The hall was speechless, but slowly a few hesitant grins spread throughout the hall. Then Harry broke out laughing almost as hysterically as Blaise, causing most of the hall to snap their heads in Harry's direction including Malfoy, who stopped ticking Blaise as pure shock stood painted on his face, his hair still standing up ridiculously, causing Harry to laugh even harder.

Malfoy huffed, stood up and strode out of the hall, presumably to get his hair under control again. Harry laughed so hard that he had to lean his head on the table as he clutched his stomach. Looking up he saw a very amused Blaise looking at him (still on the floor and looking a little ruffled after his fight with Malfoy), as well as Hermione and Ron with soft looks on their faces.

"What?" Harry asked when he had gotten his laughter under control.

"Nothing, it's just nice to see you laugh again," Hermione replied.

"Right..." Harry said awkwardly. Blaise got up to leave. "I'll see you in potions, I just need to do something."

Harry followed Blaise out of the great hall and caught up to him in the entrance hall.