?

Log in

No account? Create an account
 
 
07 December 2006 @ 01:08 am
Open to Hermione, Ron, and Blaise if he returns  
Harry's tired, heavy eyes followed Blaise as he stepped out of the potions room. Already having noticed that Malfoy had yet to make an appearance, Harry had little doubt in his mind as to where Blaise was headed. 

He shook his head as he dropped his eyes back down to the task in front of him, but his gaze wouldn't focus, and he nearly chopped off his fingertip when he entirely missed the head of one of many assorted bugs that lay scattered, but very much dead on his desk.

"Harry!" He heard Hermione exclaim from the right side of Ron. "Pay attention. I may have a spell to fix your glasses, but replacing your hand isn't as easy."

The raven haired Griffindor felt himself make a sound that was somewhat close to a whimper, before putting down the knife and cupping his exhausted face in his hands.  "What in the name of Merlin have I gotten myself into?"

He only realised that his words were spoken out loud when he felt Ron's eyes on him. "What's that you said?"
Harry gave him a withered glance, but said nothing. Instead his eyes drifted beyond him, to rest on Hermione, who was sending him worried glances. "Herm," he said in almost a whisper. "Do you think I should talk to Zabini?"

 

 
 
Location: Potions Class
Mood: sicksick
Music: Snape's bitching
 
 
 
aseekersfortune: Gryffindoraseekersfortune on February 1st, 2007 09:15 am (UTC)
Significantly distracted by Blaise's show of affection towards Hermione, Harry could only devote a small portion of his thoughts to hy in Merlin's name the taller Slytherin had him pinned to the cold, jarring wall.

"What do you want, Zabini?" Harry spat. "And WHAT exactly happened in there with Hermione?" He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing in suspision.
Blaise Zabini: Strongstygian_blaise on March 12th, 2007 06:09 am (UTC)
Blaise opened his mouth with every intention of immediately begining his interrogation of Harry about what he now knew of what had happened the night before with Draco, but at the Griffindor's spitting question, Blaise halted mid word and frowned.

"What are you going on about, Potter?"
aseekersfortune: Gryffindoraseekersfortune on March 12th, 2007 06:11 am (UTC)
"Your tongue in my best friend's mouth," an alarmed Harry shot. "THAT's what I'm going on about!"
Blaise Zabini: sexystygian_blaise on March 12th, 2007 06:18 am (UTC)
To Harry's appeared surprise, instead of worsening his urgent mood, the question seemed to almost cool Blaise, who leaned back and crossed his arms, removing his grip from Harry as he gave the smaller boy a testing look.

"We're going out. Does that bother you, Golden Boy?"

From the look on Harry's face, he took that the thought of Hermione and Blaise dating did get under Harry's skin, so the Slytherin made a last minute adjustment of phrasing.

"No, let me rephrase that. My question is, are you planning on giving me a hard time about it? because I know you can't be to pleased about Herm and I but to be honest, I don't give two shits about what you think."