Hi there, sorry for only posting a 1st (kind of second) chapter this late, I’ve been on and off with this but I finally figured out how I want it to be. You see, I had this chapter written down already, but I didn’t like it so I deleted the file and decided to start over. Today, I saw this beautiful very Slytherin like notebook for sale at a bookstore and instantly bought it. It’s black and has some nice green stripes in the front, and the best thing about it is the inside, all green!
So, I was at my uncle’s house and started writing the chapter in my cunning Slytherin notebook, again.
I made a strong and probably problematic decision though. I like writing small chapters so, ultimately, this fic will have faster updates but smaller chapters...are you ok with that? Please let me know! ( * 3 * )
And now tah dah!
So, I was at my uncle’s house and started writing the chapter in my cunning Slytherin notebook, again.
I made a strong and probably problematic decision though. I like writing small chapters so, ultimately, this fic will have faster updates but smaller chapters...are you ok with that? Please let me know! ( * 3 * )
And now tah dah!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters in any way; it belongs to the amazing J. K. Rowling and ever so splendid Warner Brothers studios that make those delicious films. I limit myself to borrowing Jo's amazing characters from time to time.
Battle of the Bravest - Chapter 1: Daunting Mornings, they come as they go
Morning came just as beautiful and daunting as ever, yes, mornings can be quite contradictive.
Draco woke up feeling slightly embarrassed, the word itself being an understatement of how he really felt.
‘Why in Salazar’s underwear did I kiss Potter? Why did my stupid, stupid brain think of it as a good idea?!’ said the blonde boy, thinking aloud.
‘Well...Draco, we all knew that fixation with Potter was beyond healthy, and quite obsessive if I might add but...I never thought it was like that.’ Blaise was standing at the dorm’s door, arms limp on each side of his body and wearing a playful smile, however looking slightly surprised; what puzzled Draco the most was how sarcastic he had sounded, like he knew something like that would happen.
‘Not like that Blaise! It was a bet to prove who was the bravest...’ Draco whispered those last words phrasing them slower, afraid that the other boy would realize just how dim-witted his actions had been, just how he had already come to perceive.
‘Well, that was stupid’ Apparently Blaise was smarter than Draco had initially thought, or perhaps he was the one that was slow.
‘Well, thank you Blaise...like I haven’t thought of that yet!’
‘Oh please Draco’ Blaise said, crossing his arms ‘you knew perfectly well what you were doing when you kissed him!’ he was gesturing now, moving his arms all over the place as if trying to make a point ‘the fact is, you only came to realize now what we all knew for about a year already’.
‘Found out what exactly?’ screamed Draco.
‘That you have the freaking hots for Potter! Bloody hell, you might even love him.’
‘Shut up Blaise!’ shouted Draco, abruptly getting out of bed ‘I can’t believe you think that low of me!’
Draco, already standing up but still a little groggy from all the over sleeping, went straight to the door, pushed Zabini to the side and made way to the common room, absent mindedly forgetting about the fact the he was still wearing his pajamas.
Draco woke up feeling slightly embarrassed, the word itself being an understatement of how he really felt.
‘Why in Salazar’s underwear did I kiss Potter? Why did my stupid, stupid brain think of it as a good idea?!’ said the blonde boy, thinking aloud.
‘Well...Draco, we all knew that fixation with Potter was beyond healthy, and quite obsessive if I might add but...I never thought it was like that.’ Blaise was standing at the dorm’s door, arms limp on each side of his body and wearing a playful smile, however looking slightly surprised; what puzzled Draco the most was how sarcastic he had sounded, like he knew something like that would happen.
‘Not like that Blaise! It was a bet to prove who was the bravest...’ Draco whispered those last words phrasing them slower, afraid that the other boy would realize just how dim-witted his actions had been, just how he had already come to perceive.
‘Well, that was stupid’ Apparently Blaise was smarter than Draco had initially thought, or perhaps he was the one that was slow.
‘Well, thank you Blaise...like I haven’t thought of that yet!’
‘Oh please Draco’ Blaise said, crossing his arms ‘you knew perfectly well what you were doing when you kissed him!’ he was gesturing now, moving his arms all over the place as if trying to make a point ‘the fact is, you only came to realize now what we all knew for about a year already’.
‘Found out what exactly?’ screamed Draco.
‘That you have the freaking hots for Potter! Bloody hell, you might even love him.’
‘Shut up Blaise!’ shouted Draco, abruptly getting out of bed ‘I can’t believe you think that low of me!’
Draco, already standing up but still a little groggy from all the over sleeping, went straight to the door, pushed Zabini to the side and made way to the common room, absent mindedly forgetting about the fact the he was still wearing his pajamas.
‘Draco, I don’t think that outfit is proper for breakfast, unless you’re stating some new rule, if that’s the case me and Goyle will change into...’ but Draco interrupted Crabbe before he could finish.
‘I’ll go change, proceed to the Great Hall without me, and take that devil Zabini with you’ said the slightly flushed fair-haired boy he walked towards the dormitory again.
‘What’s wrong with him?’ asked Goyle.
‘Finally realized what we all have’ whispered Blaise.
‘Oh! Good thing he finally noticed mornings are way too good to waste on waking up early, staying in bed is just so much more rewarding...’ said Crabbe in the middle of chewing a muffin that had apparently showed up out of nowhere.
‘Where’d you get that?’ asked both Goyle and Blaise simultaneously.
‘Under my bed...this morning...kept it in my cloak in case I got hungry’
‘Really Crabbe...really’ Said both boys, yet again, in unison voices.
‘I’ll go change, proceed to the Great Hall without me, and take that devil Zabini with you’ said the slightly flushed fair-haired boy he walked towards the dormitory again.
‘What’s wrong with him?’ asked Goyle.
‘Finally realized what we all have’ whispered Blaise.
‘Oh! Good thing he finally noticed mornings are way too good to waste on waking up early, staying in bed is just so much more rewarding...’ said Crabbe in the middle of chewing a muffin that had apparently showed up out of nowhere.
‘Where’d you get that?’ asked both Goyle and Blaise simultaneously.
‘Under my bed...this morning...kept it in my cloak in case I got hungry’
‘Really Crabbe...really’ Said both boys, yet again, in unison voices.
*
Harry Potter, the great Harry Potter had kissed Draco Malfoy full on the mouth under the effect of a very powerful Felix Felicis...and he had liked it. A scandal, but perhaps not really; Harry was beyond avoiding it now, he was just coming at terms with himself, with his own foreign reaction.
‘Harry, I must tell you mate, I did not expect that show yesterday. I mean...what went through Malfoy’s head to suddenly kiss you?!’ Ron sat on his own bed, face resting on his hands, still sleepy and with a drool mark on his face.
‘I don’t know Ron, but he’s really not that bad’ Harry, apparently, wasn’t properly awake yet, which led him to say...well, a little too much ‘and he kissed me with tongue and everything’.
‘What?! Harry! Are you serious mate? Aren’t you supposed to be mortal enemies or something? Like...don’t you hate his guts?’ Ron wore an expression of shear horror.
‘Hum...no, not really...Ha! Just kidding!’ he wasn’t, and that was shocking.
‘Atrocious really, yesterday was simply...atrocious’ Ron took that as the cue to leave and made his way to the door ‘see you downstairs!’
Harry allowed himself to slide out of bed, removing the warm covers that enveloped his body and touching the cold floor with his bare feet. It was another day of History of Magic with the only dead professor in the entire school and, much to Harry’s dismay, Potion’s with Snape.
He didn’t really hate Snape per say, bollocks, he didn’t even hate Draco...hum, he meant Malfoy. He did hate Voldemort thought, quite obviously.
‘Ah...Ron, you can go on without me’ whispered Harry, still lost in his thoughts and failing to notice it had been a while since Ron left.
He rummaged through his trunk, successfully removing clean robes and a Hogwarts uniform. He removed his pajamas and underwear, slowly; and just as slowly dressing his outfit for the day. Finally, he did something terribly unusual, he looked in the mirror. The image he saw was one of a flushed boy with a sleepy look, messy hair and bright green eyes. It stared at him.
He placed his old round spectacles on his face and left the dorm, looking even more flushed. In his mind was Malfoy, just like it had been during the whole morning.
If that mirror had been Erised’s, it would’ve shown him Draco beside him, smiling tenderly at his boyish features.
‘Harry, I must tell you mate, I did not expect that show yesterday. I mean...what went through Malfoy’s head to suddenly kiss you?!’ Ron sat on his own bed, face resting on his hands, still sleepy and with a drool mark on his face.
‘I don’t know Ron, but he’s really not that bad’ Harry, apparently, wasn’t properly awake yet, which led him to say...well, a little too much ‘and he kissed me with tongue and everything’.
‘What?! Harry! Are you serious mate? Aren’t you supposed to be mortal enemies or something? Like...don’t you hate his guts?’ Ron wore an expression of shear horror.
‘Hum...no, not really...Ha! Just kidding!’ he wasn’t, and that was shocking.
‘Atrocious really, yesterday was simply...atrocious’ Ron took that as the cue to leave and made his way to the door ‘see you downstairs!’
Harry allowed himself to slide out of bed, removing the warm covers that enveloped his body and touching the cold floor with his bare feet. It was another day of History of Magic with the only dead professor in the entire school and, much to Harry’s dismay, Potion’s with Snape.
He didn’t really hate Snape per say, bollocks, he didn’t even hate Draco...hum, he meant Malfoy. He did hate Voldemort thought, quite obviously.
‘Ah...Ron, you can go on without me’ whispered Harry, still lost in his thoughts and failing to notice it had been a while since Ron left.
He rummaged through his trunk, successfully removing clean robes and a Hogwarts uniform. He removed his pajamas and underwear, slowly; and just as slowly dressing his outfit for the day. Finally, he did something terribly unusual, he looked in the mirror. The image he saw was one of a flushed boy with a sleepy look, messy hair and bright green eyes. It stared at him.
He placed his old round spectacles on his face and left the dorm, looking even more flushed. In his mind was Malfoy, just like it had been during the whole morning.
If that mirror had been Erised’s, it would’ve shown him Draco beside him, smiling tenderly at his boyish features.
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