Things we don’t know about our friends
Things we don’t know about our friends
No one noticed how fast the afternoon turned into evening, soon they were looking at the sun setting behind the forest. Draco pleasantly exhausted from verbal battle with Hermione opted for resting in Pansys’ lap, which made Harry feel weird. When Neville finally started yawning, they decided it was time to wrap things up.
-” Potter would you mind a word?” - Draco asked as he stood up from their blanket straightening his robes.
-” Sure...”- Harry answered unsure, nor was rest of the Gryffindors for that matter.
They stood in silence until their friends couldn’t listen in any more.
-” Soo.. What do you want? If you try to hex me, you’ll regret it, remember that”
-” Yeah, yeah, whatever. I already told you I’m nice if you are nice. That’s the thing what changed? I’m genuinely curious.” - Draco said looking at Harry.
Harry looked around and cast a quick muffiato, which earned him a raised brow.
-” I don’t know honestly, just don’t feel the way I felt, I guess. We can always go back to how things were if you insist. But frankly, I don’t have the energy to fight anymore.” - Harry answered truthfully.
-” If you say so scar-head... Must be your newly appointed lordship that got you “so tired””- Malfoy smirked at him as they fall into step going back to the castle.
-” how did you?”
-” You may have most people fooled, but those who show a fraction of interest in politics will know what that means” - Malfoy pointed to Harrys’ hand. He quickly rolled down his sleeves in embarrassment.
-” Don’t know what you’re implying ferret” - Harry answered dropping the silencing ward as they were about to part ways.
-” Whatever you say “My Lord”, see you tomorrow” - Malfoy mock bowed to Harry, which earned him some confused looks around and a gasp from Neville who was waiting for them near the stairs.
With that Malfoy just left. Neville on the other hand was looking at Harry in silent horror.
-” He might as well announce to the whole castle” - Neville said as quietly as he could.
-” Or they will start believing I’m the next Dark lord” - Harry shrugged
-” I couldn’t care less Nev.” As they entered through the whole behind the portrait, Harry was ambushed by a worried looking Ginny.
-” Harry, we need to talk”- She stated grabbing him by the hand. In the background he spotted Hermione, surrounded by group of girls admiring her new look as she twirled around showing of her long braids.
-” Sure, if we have to. What’s up?” - Harry asked as they reached a table in the corner, far from prying eyes.
-” First, why didn’t I know to this day that you are a secret hairdresser?” - She started pretending to be annoyed with him, or she was really annoyed? He never knew with her.
-” And secondly, what is going on? Ron wouldn’t tell us why you don’t speak anymore."
-” who is “we”?”- Harry asked suspiciously.
-” That would be us, Harrykins.” - Came from behind him, as the twins came into the view. - “Spill”- George demanded.
-” I don’t know how this is any of your business, but fine I’ll humor you. Ron stopped being my friend the moment he ditched me after the whole goblet of fire fiasco. I’ve decided that this year I would not be putting up with his antics. With indifference, mind you. And look at that 3 days in and he isn’t speaking to me. Shocking? Not to me.”
The Weasleys exchanged a look and Ginny sighed.
-” Took you long enough.” - She said pointedly
-” To be honest mate, I was surprised you managed to put up with him that long” - Fred added.
-” We didn’t want to lose you, since before you were more his friend than ours, we didn’t say anything. But now you’re a big boy Harry.” - George explained ruffling his hair by the last part.
-” But now I can solemnly say, that we are proud of you, for standing up for yourself” - Fred finished.
-” Now that we have the unpleasantries behind us, tell us all about your date with the Slytherins” Harry choked on air at this remark feeling himself getting warmer.
-” What?!”
-” Oh, come on, whole school is whispering about how the “new” golden trio was spotted with a certain Slytherin trio.” - Fred wiggled his brow, whispering as if he was describing something scandalous. Harry for his part was getting warmer by the minute.
-” I can’t believe I’m saying this. It wasn’t a date. Wha.. Like how? Who with who? What?”- Harry rambled seeing the mischievous twinkle in the twins' eyes, Ginny said nothing but looked like she was suppressing a laugh.
-” That’s easy. Zabini with our book worm of course, You with blonde git and Neville with Parkinson” - George listed out lie it was the most obvious answer.
-” Me and Malfoy? Are you nuts?”
-” He’s not bad looking, wouldn’t blame you”- George stated matter-of-factly.
-” Plus, there was always SO much sexual tension between you two. There are bets around the school when you’ll start dating.” - Ginny added.
-” This is ridiculous.” - Was all Harry could say. His brain was working overtime right now. Could he really be attracted to Malfoy?
- You thought his smile was pretty, yes. I think you are attracted to him, you idiot. - A small voice in his head said.
- But that’s wrong – he answered to the voice, visions of his uncles’ beatings coming into view, one by one. Always accompanied with similar sounding statements. “you’re a freak, abomination. Wouldn’t surprise me if you were bent too. I will not allow this disgusting behavior under my roof. This is where your weirdness ends. If I ever hear anything of that sort you are dead. Am. I. Understood?!- Each word followed with a blow. He never knew what brought those statements from his uncle, as he never expressed interest in anybody to his relatives.
-” I can see the gears turning” - came Freds’ voice, as Harry was slowly coming back to the reality.
-” And I can hear what you are thinking” - George added.
-” Before you say anything, It’s okey. We know how muggles are. We know enough muggle-borns to be aware on the stances in their world” - Ginny interjected grabbing Harry by the hand.
-” How do you...I mean I don’t even know”- Harry started, not wanting to admit anything, but being bewildered by the support he was getting, his hands still shaking a little from the memory of the pain.
-” Takes one, to know one”- George winked at him. Harry smiled at him hesitantly but relaxed a little.
They talked some more, not going back to the subject. Probably letting him think on it. Ginny promised to hex Ron for him and went to bed, Harry waited some more and soon too decided to head upstairs. When in their room, Harry decided to write a note to Sirius for advice with the heir meeting. What to say and what to probably leave out.
-” Kreacher” - He called out. With a ‘pop’ a small elf appeared, bowing to Harry.
-” Young heir Black called”
-” Thank you Kreacher, could you please send this note to Sirius?” - Suddenly a thought entered his head. - “wait”. - He quickly scribbled a short note.
If you want to, you can write to me, Kreacher will deliver any correspondence, if not, you can call for “Dobby”, he’s loyal to me.
I miss you,
Harry
-” And this one, to them...” - Harry said handing both notes to the elf. Kreacher smiles knowingly, proud of the task he was given.
-” As young master wishes, Kreacher lives to serve the Noble House of Black” - With one last bow, Kreacher disappeared with another ‘pop’.
-” You got yourself a house elf?” - Neville asked from his bed.
-” He is my godfathers” - Harry answered.
- or fathers, for that matter- he said to himself.
-” And since he appointed me his heir, he listens to me too I guess.” - Harry shrugged. Neville looked like he was considering something.
-” You should get yourself one. Since... you know” - Harry nodded.
-” You think?”
-” I bet there are already some linked to your properties. But you should get yourself a private one”
-” How one even gets a house elf?” - Harry asked plopping onto Nevilles bed, the other boy didn’t seem to mind.
-” Most are born into the families. You can also buy from the breeder, or you can find an elf who was released from duty. They are always eager to be bonded again, since an elf without a bond to a wizard tend to fade away.”
-” What?!” - Harry looked terrified at Neville. - “Why this isn’t a common knowledge?”
-” It is. In wizarding families at least. We should have a class about this, now that I’m seeing how much you DON’T know. How’s your reading for tomorrow by the way?”
-” Ugh, it’s hard to remember all the details, and most things in the book Sirius gave me are Black family specific, not a general “guide of the wizengamot” you know?” - Harry complained looking up at his friend.
-” Okey shoot, I will supplement what I can. I can’t have you embarrassing the house of Gryffindor” - Nevill said with mock seriousness, sounding Scarily like McGonagall. And so, they started revising on Nevilles bed. Dean was listening to them talk and Seamus with Ron pointedly ignored both of them.
-” There are annual balls hosted by the most prominent families. Usually around Christmas. No! Yule.” - Harry corrected himself, then realization hit him.
-” Wait a minute, if there are balls this means I will have to dance on those?” - Harry asked terrified.
-” Yep”- came the answer.
-” I’m doomed. Hold on... This means that you had to have dancing lessons before last year.” - Neville nodded again a sly smile growing on his face.
-” And you didn’t think to help us?”
-” Nope”
-” You twat!” - Harry exclaimed punching Neville with his own pillow. Dean threw his own to Neville also laughing. They started a halfhearted pillow fight, after a while they stopped panting from the exercise.
-” You’re evil”- Harry stated glaring at his friend.
-” There is soo much more you don’t know about me, but yes i guess I am.”- Neville answered, wide smile on his face.