Born to sin

Chapter Ten

Harry's p.o.v

ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh

He kissed me. He actually kissed me.
I walk to potions in a trance, still feeling Dracos soft lips on mine.

Snape glares at me and takes 5 points off griffindor as I sit down but I don't even care. Ron looks at me curiously as I grin over the desk at him.

"what's made you so happy?"

He whispers, leaning forward in his seat.

I shake my head and blush as Draco walks into class.
Snape nods at him and motions for him to sit down before going back to the lesson.
I roll my eyes at Ron and he gapes, first at me then at Draco and back again.

"don't tell Hermione just yet. Please."

"tell me what?"

"Harry's got the hots for Malfoy!"

"Mr Weasly, if you'd be so kind to share your conversation with the class?"

Ron turns bright red, his ears positivly glowing as he frowns at the desk in front of him, suddenly very interested in the stained wood desk in front of him.

"well?"

Snape puts his hands on his hips and inclines his head towards Ron, as if waiting for him to tell an extremely interesting story.

Ron mumbles something about quiddich and sighs in relief when Snape turns away.

"20 points from griffindor, Mr Weasly. Lying will not be tolerated in my classroom."

Ron's about to snap back when the bell rings. Hermione and I pull him out of the class before he says something he'll regret.
I wave at Draco as we drag Ron down the hall.

"let's go to the kitchens."

I say, draping my arm around Ron's neck while he fumes silently.

He nods and loosens up a bit at the mention of food.

Hermione sighs and mutters something about forced labour but leads the way to the big painting but steps back to let Ron have the pleasure of tickling the pear.

An hour later and a lot heavier, carrying as many puddings we can, we quietly make our way up to the dorms. Ron looses a few as he climbs through the portrait hole but other then that, the goods are safe and edible enough, aside from lint and cat hair (thanks Crookshanks) that we have to pull off, but other than that, they make a lovely afternoon snack.
Hermione and I sit on my bed as we laugh quietly at Ron, who's trying to teach Pigwidgeon a new trick. Pig's trying, but Ron keeps confusing him and giving him treats even when he does something wrong. They both give up after half an hour, Ron flopping onto his bed, startling Pig and making him fly up to sit on the lightshade, squawking indignantly.
I stuff the last pastry into my mouth before standing up and brushing crumbs off of my lap.

"so, Harry?"

Hermione asks, turning to me.

"I need to do some studying."

I announce loudly, stopping what Hermione was going to say about me and Draco, before grabbing my bag and take the steps two at a time, wanting to avoid the questions I knew were coming.