Title: Losing Love
Author's notes: Not much happening in this chapter. Hopefully there will be more going on in the next chapter. Also, I was asked if this was turning into a humor fic, and honestly I don't know. I don't think it falls under angst anymore, so maybe I should just switch the genre to Romance. Anyways thanks to my Betas Liz and LadyofSlytherin
Chapter 4: Entrapping Harry
Harry's eyes were wide and round. You would almost say they were bulging. Yep, definitely bulging. Those green eyes were much closer to their glasses then a minute ago. But what could Cocoa ask that would make the Boy Who Lived tremble in fear like a leaf?
"Harry, you okay? You look kind of pasty. Harry?" Silence answered Ron's desperate voice. Harry's vegetable like state was starting to bother him. Ron Weasley didn't like to be bothered
"YO! HARRY, ARE YOU IN THERE?!"
"Ron, don't scream in his ear," Hermione screeched. "You might ruin his hearing."
"But... He's not responding."
Hermione peered closely at Harry. A slight poke to the rib still did not produce a response from the wild haired hero.
"I think he is in shock. But, after all he's seen, what would make him go into shock?" Hermione continued muttering to herself about his well being, vital statistics, and some other stuff that most people wouldn't understand.
Abruptly, she turned on Cocoa. "What the bloody hell did you ask him to do?"
A cruel smile twisted over her lips; in truth it was very Slytherin like. Instead of responding to Hermione, however, her pale eyes turned on Harry. "I will let you have some time to think it over. You have until 10 p.m. I will give you what you want, if I get what I want."
She twisted on her heel and with a short "come", her lackies followed her. Down the hall they went, leaving a stunned Harry Potter and his 'posse.'
"What is it, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco sighed. It wasn't his fault he didn't know how to approach Gryffindors. They were just to damn confusing. Even Ginny was, but she was worth it. All that damned frustration with her was because of himself. Because he wasn't a 'people person' like all of her Gryffindor friends. Or at least Draco thought so. But this head of house had years of practice of being an idiotic Gryffindor. In all honesty, Draco felt sorry for her. All those blundering idiots every year. At least Slytherins were cunning enough to get out of trouble, but Gryffindors were compelled to be honest. Stupid blokes.
Deciding that the only way to get some answers was by asking the Gryffindor Head of House, Draco swallowed that damned Slytherin pride of his and decided to be civil.
"If you would be so kind to tell me, do you happen to know why Proffesor Snape is meeting with Virginia?"
"So it is true. I didn't believe it when Snape told me, but it is." A glare was shot her way.
"That does not answer my question."
McGonnagal's mouth tilted into a smirk. "Honestly, I don't know. It might be to tell her about a torrid affair you had with that Hufflepuff last year..."
"THAT WAS A LIE!"
"Good to know. The staff had a wager going on about it. I think the total pot was quite large. I am sure Severus will be pleased to know he won."
Draco's face contorted into disgust. "You are telling me that the teachers take bets on the students' personal lives?"
Her eyes twinkled in amusement. "Oh yes. There was also one going on about the sexuality of Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. Fortunately, that was put to rest. Severus won that pot too." A sigh escaped her lips.
Draco smirked. "I could of told you that, he is always right. It's bloody annoying, isn't it?"
"You have no idea..."
Ginny walked with much trepidation down the dungeon halls. She just couldn't figure out why Snape wanted to talk to her. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong, unless you count seeing the poster boy of Slytherin, but Snape couldn't possibly know about that. No, Draco would never tell another human being he was seeing a Weasley. And he would never tell his Head of House. He would be too embarrassed.
But then again, she didn't know Draco as well as she thought she did. Ginny would never have guessed that he would say the L word to her. It just didn't seem Malfoy-like. Nothing he did that involved her seemed normal. Well, for a Slytherin anyway. She never did figure out what caused him to approach her.
Maybe it was a trap. That had to be it. And maybe that hadn't been the real Draco Malfoy at all. Maybe, it was an impostor. Like in one of those movie thingies Hermione had made her watch. The clone had infiltrated and taken over the person's life.
But would it be a clone, or polyjuice potion? Or maybe the dead Draco was the impostor Draco. But then why was Draco still hiding?
"Whoa girl... None of this is possible, is it?" More thoughts of clones, polyjuice potions, and Dracos flitted through her head. She didn't even realize that she had reached the door to Snape's office or that her face was contorting into various shapes as Snape opened the door and stared at her in amusement.
"As amusing as those facial expressions are, Miss Weasley, I believe we have some business to discuss." Turning the same color as her hair, Ginny Weasley stepped in Proffesor Snape's office with a nod, and with a resounding click that stated her doom, the door was closed.
Ron and Hermione slowly dragged a comatose Harry down the hall.
"You think he will make it?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course he will. After all, he has survived Voldemort. I don't think Cocoa could do any worse."
Ron eyed her skeptically. "Are you sure about that? I mean, I have never seen Harry look like that before. It must be pretty bad for him to go all crazy-like."
"Knowing Cocoa, it could be anything."
"Like walking around in the buff?"
"Or maybe kiss Snape."
Ron laughed. "That is so disgusting. Kissing that greasy git would be so...so...ewie."
"I don't know. It doesn't sound to bad to me."
Ron's jaw dropped, his eyes were round and he could make no coherent thought or sentence. "You can't... sick-making... Greasy Git... Joking... What the bloody hell? I'LL KILL HIM!"
Hermione just smiled. "Ron, you really need to learn how to control that temper."
Arriving at the portrait, the password was muttered and Ron steered Harry into the common room and sat him in a chair.
Silence answered all their calls.
"God, this is bloody boring."
5 minutes had passed.
"Do you think his brain turned to sludge?"
"Maybe he fell asleep?"
At 19 minutes and 39 seconds, it was Hermione who snapped. "What the bloody hell is wrong with him? It couldn't be that bad, could it? No, of course not. After all, it can't be as bad as some of the stuff he's been through. So why? Why? I will tell you why...." Hermione continued muttering to herself as she ran out of the common room.
"I think that girl has gone nutters. She's talking to herself." Ron nodded quietly to himself. "I always knew she would crack someday. Too bloody brilliant by far." Ron suddenly blinked. "By Merlin! Now I am talking to myself."
At that moment Hermione walked back in carrying a jug of water. She splashed the water at Harry and Ron.
"Hey what was that for?"
"You were in the way."
"You could of asked me to move."
"I could of, but didn't."
"Don't you why you me. We need to see if Harry snapped out of it." Leaning close to him she asked, "Harry, is anyone in there? Cause for the past half hour, we have been seeing a light, but no one is home."
"Shut up, Ron."
Harry tilted his head. "Boyfriend."
Two faces screwed into confusion. "Boyfriend?"
"She wants... boyfriend." Realization dawned in Hermione's and Ron's eyes.
Ron was the first to speak. "Bloody hell."
The other two just nodded in understandment. Harry Potter was for once in his life scared witless, because of a girl. Not from someone trying to kill him, or someone trying to kill his friends, but by a bloody girl. At some point in everyone's life, they are pathetic. This was Harry's time to shine in that area.
"Mr. Malfoy, no matter how much of a pleasure it was talking to you, I must be going now. I have duties to attend too. The headmaster should be in to see you shortly."
Draco just grinned. Maybe Gryffindors weren't all that bad. "Of course, Professor. It was lovely chatting with you."
The professor smiled and turned to leave. As she reached the door she turned back. "Oh, by the way, don't tell him I told you about the underwear incident."
Draco just snickered. He couldn't wait to make fun of Snape know, but how do you drop casual hints about Gryffindor Speedos, and feather boa and ankle boots without giving away who told you?
"Now Miss Weasley, about your relationship with Draco..." Ginny's face was drained of all it's color.
To be continued...
As I said not much happening, but it's still something. Next chapter, Snape talks to Ginny, Harry's decision, and you find more about the underwear thing with Snape.