Demortia

Chapter7: Family Reunion

Harry roamed the corridors, quite angry, to go to his Potions class. There, at least, he could see Draco again. He had been looking for her everywhere since Saturday night. Everyone would have thought he would find it easier, since they lived together but no.

Harry huffed when he saw he was late again. Definitely, he was always late in potions, whether he was in his day or another. He knocked on the door and waited until the sweet voice of the teacher he hated the most told him to come in, which was not long in coming. Harry entered without worrying about the teacher's usual remonstrances and almost bursted with joy at seeing that the place next to Draco was free. He sat down quickly and took out his things.

He noticed right away that Draco seemed embarrassed by his proximity and did not dare to look at him. For the last ten days they had arrived at that time, the Gryffindor had the impression that Draco had made more head for him than anything else. The worst thing about all this is that it really bothered him. How long had he changed his point of view on Draco? Did it really date from this trip? It was really impossible!

Harry waited for the teacher to start talking about the day's potion before turning to Draco. The latter ostensibly stared at the painting, as if Harry were not next to him. Someone knocked on the classroom door as Harry opened his mouth to speak. Severus closed his angry eyes to be disturbed but grunted an "enter". The Draco of the future entered the room with a big smile.

- Excuse me Sev, I just want to tell our two little students from Durmstrang that I'm waiting for them in my office at the end of this class.

Sev said grimly at the nickname but did not add anything.

"But ... We're having magical creature care classes at ten o'clock," Harry exclaimed.

- No more now, be on time, I do not like the delay.

He gave the Potions Master another smile and came out, slamming the door hard.

"Annoys me to do that," Snape muttered, indistinctly for most students.

The teacher started his lesson again, but someone knocked on the door again. Peter entered the classroom with a very conquering smile that Harry wanted to make him swallow. He walked towards the teacher's office and said cheerfully:

- Sorry Mr Snape, I was with Professor Boisclair, he gave me that word of excuse for you.

Snape snatched the parchment from him and threw it into the basket without reading it.

"Five points less for Gryffindor, Mr. Klasky, I do not care what Professor Boisclair wrote on that damn parchment. In your place, right now!

Peter made a bigger smile and turned around. He winked at Draco, sketched a contemptuous pout for Harry and went to sit at the empty table behind them. Harry had to shake his fists so he would not turn around and paint him again. No, but it's true, it's because of him if Draco was the head. He turned to the blonde as the teacher ordered them to start.

- Draco? he called shyly.

The blonde answered him dryly. Harry had a twinge in his heart but made nothing of it.

- You are ignoring me ? asked the brunet, still timidly.

- Not at all ! Please, let me work.

Harry preferred not to add anything but it was with heavy heart that he started his potion.

Harry sighed with relief when the potion time was over. He put all his stuff in his bag and went outside to wait for Draco to go to the meeting of the Professor of History of Magic. He wondered what he might want from them.