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05 April 2010 @ 11:33 pm
The Wrong Idea, Chap. 1 [Harry Potter]  
Title: The Wrong Idea, Chap. 1
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry looks in on Draco in the map.
AN: For chosenfire28 & hh_writersblock Challenge #1: First Line. The first line of this drabble comes from the first line of HBP Chapter 22. She wants me to write one each day, so this will be continued! In little installations daily. How did she earn this privilege? She's feeding my penguin every day. You can have the same!
Word Count: 297

The Wrong Idea, Chap. 1

Patches of bright blue sky were beginning to appear over the castle turrets, but these signs of approaching summer did not lift Harry's mood. The Map was a heavy weight in his pocket.

"For the last time, forget about Malfoy," Hermione insisted.

"I wasn't thinking about Malfoy. What makes you think I was thinking about Malfoy?" In fact, it was exactly where his thoughts had been.

"Come off it," Ron answered. "He's all you think about."

Harry felt his face heat up, and he could only hope that he wasn't actually blushing.

"Besides," Hermione reminded him, "we have our Defense reports to write. Let's go back in."

"Hermione," Ron groaned. "The weather is perfect. Can't we do it outside?"

"You have enough trouble concentrating inside," Hermione answered.

But Harry didn't think he could concentrate anywhere. "You go on ahead," he told them. "I've got to run and... grab my book." He turned and fled before either Ron or Hermione could say otherwise, though he heard Hermione calling after him as he ran for the castle.

Harry didn't intend to grab his book of course. He headed for an empty classroom instead, quickly unfolding the map with a whisper of, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." There before him appeared ghostly ink footprints of everyone in the castle. There were Malfoy's, in the dungeons, pacing.

Harry subconsciously began to pace as well, his own footsteps echoes of Malfoys. What was Malfoy up to?

Suddenly, Harry heard a noise from the hallway. He closed the map and put it away in his pocket, spinning just in time to see Hermione glaring at him over folded arms. "A book?" she said.

"Malfoy's pacing," was Harry's lame reply.

"So were you," she observed.

"Yeah, well."

"Harry, you really do have to give up on him, or people will begin to get the wrong idea."
chosenfire28: Text - slashing doodzchosenfire28 on April 6th, 2010 05:29 am (UTC)
:D Aww I love it