Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

He headed down the hallway that was right outside of the Great Hall, and I immediately realized he was heading toward Moaning Mertle's bathroom again.

"Malfoy," I said, catching up to him right outside of the toilets. Then I slapped him. "What are you doing going into the girls' bathroom?"

"None of your business what I do, is it? I'm a prefect and-"

"And so am I," I cut him off.

"And," he continued, "I wasn't going into the bathroom."

"Yes you were, you go in there all the time. You know, whatever, I don't need to stand here and listen to lies." I turned around and headed back to the Great Hall.

"Sorry," I thought I heard Malfoy mutter, but I ignored it, writing it off as a delusion, and kept walking.

I sat beside Ron and kissed him, a 'I'm not really into this right now' type of kiss, because I was angry about Malfoy. He always seemed to give me an edge.

"Something wrong with Malfoy?" Ron guessed, and I sighed and nodded. He rubbed my arm. Oh, Ron. Always so comoforting, always so loving, so caring... "It'll be alright. It's just a dirty old Slytherin."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed, "But I'm not hungry anymore. I'm going to head down to Potions. Slughorn wanted to talk to me."

"Okay, but are you sure? You shouldn't keep Slughorn waiting - but you haven't eaten anything." Ron said, concerned. Hermione and Harry shared the same emotions. They often did.

Hermione and Harry are a couple - same with Ron and I. Ron and I almost got as much attention because of our relationship as Harry and Hermione. People actually bothered to tease me about my relationship whilst Hermione would be sitting next to me, in Harry's arms, normally.

'Heather, has Ol' Weasel ruffled your feathers yet?' Some Slytherins would ask - those perverts, and 'Reather' or 'Hon' were the ugliest couple-nicknames in the word, and people called us that.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm really not hungry." I smiled halfheartedly, "Thanks for being concerned, though."

I kissed him more passionately than before, then set off for Potions, to find Slughorn.

I knocked on the door which was ajar, and it opened a bit more to reveal Slughorn scribbling away on a piece of parchment at his desk. His head snapped up at the knock.

"Ah, yes, Ms. Alling, I've been meaning to speak to you for a while. I was wondering if you knew that you are the top of the class except for Mr. Potter?" Slughorn eyed me carefully, as I stood in front of his desk.

"Yes, sir, I knew that." I nodded. I hadn't been creeped out by the Half-Blood Prince like Hermione. I wasn't afraid to follow a few directions - but I didn't want to seem too smart.

"Would you like a chance to become the top of the class?" Slughorn smiled expectantly, but I didn't want that.

"No, thank you, Professor, but, I know this sounds weird... I don't want to seem too smart. So, if you could, maybe, not tell the other students what a great student I am?" I pleaded with my eyes - hoping that would do the job.

"Oh... of course, Ms. Alling." Slughorn mumbled, confused. "Would you like to wait for the start of class?"

I nodded and smiled, and went to take the desk where Ron and I usually sat in the back of the classroom. And then as I waited, I fell asleep.

***

"Heather?" I heard a familiar voice call, "Heth?"

"Hi, Ron," I smiled. I felt a lot better. I just let what happened with Malfoy go. I opened my eyes and lifted my head. Class hadn't begun yet - Ron had just come looking for me. Even Slughorn wasn't there anymore.

"Ah, so the problem wasn't that you weren't hungry - it was that you were tired out of your mind," he nodded. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Not the case, today. I very well could sleep, but have you forgotten the little early-morning trip to the Room?" I glared, but not at him.

He smiled, amused, and kissed my forehead. "You're cute when you're angry."

"You're always cute," I giggled, and kissed him on the lips.

"So are you, but you're really cute when you're angry," he whispered, and began kissing me again. We stayed like that, kissing and giggling and telling each other how cute they were until we heard footsteps.

Ron jumped away at the same time that I did, and, blushing heavily, I looked over to the doorway to see who had walked in. Draco Malfoy. He had to ruin just everything, didn't he? As I enterpretted the heat in my cheeks to be a deep maroon, Ron's ears turned red, and Draco's cheeks were lightly flushed with pink.

I glared at him, but as I noticed his expression, mine toned down to just, well, not glaring. I just looked at him, confused as to why he would be embarassed.

"Uhm - I..." it seemed as if he were racking his brain for an insult. "Gross."

I stared at him, not believing what he'd just said. Then I burst out laughing. "Th-that's all you could come up with? Gross?!"

I wiped the tears, from laughing, in my eyes away and looked at him. He had a tiny smile displayed on his lips.

Ron nearly snarled, "What are you smiling about?"

Draco's smile immediately disappeared and he skulked over to the desk in the other back corner of the room. "None of yor beeswax, Weasel."

Then we waited for class to begin - in a very, very awkward silence.