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Hobby.	By : limebubbles69 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11531 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Innuendo
- 2-A peek.
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Yet again the trio found them selves being stared at by Lockhart all through Defense Against the Dark Arts. Yet this time as Harry took but a second to glance his way he noticed that Lockhart wasn't looking aloofly at him and his mates, he was looking straight at Harry! Harry blushed madly for lack of better reason then he could find and quickly turned to face the other way. 'What the blimey Merlin is he staring at me for!?" Harry thought as he stared at what seemed to be a quite interesting hole in one of Neville's shoes. Maybe he's still excited about getting me into the fame business…' 'But that look…' For that brief second that their eyes had locked, Harry and seen something in Lockhart's eyes, no matter if they were across the room or not. Harry saw it clear as day. He couldn't place exactly what it was but he knew it made him uncomfortable. He was interrupted from his thoughts as an arm came out in front of him to get his attention. He looked up and over to see that Hermione was waving impatiently at him. "I think I've said your name at least 5 times already. What could you have possibly been thinking about to make you not realize class had ended?" Hermione said questioningly as she got up and began to gather he books. "It's nothing…" Harry said, getting up and walking out of the room with his two friends. For the next week things went on like this. Harry catching Lockhart staring at him out of the corner of his eye and each time Lockhart would quickly look away or Harry would, depending on who noticed first. Then it all came down to Friday and at the end of an exuberant day in class the bell and the restless students began to file out to their next classes. As Harry and his friends began to jaunt out the door Harry was stopped by a sudden "Wait Mister Potter" and he turned around surprised to find a not so happy Gilderoy standing at his desk tapping his foot impatiently. He stopped and looked back at Ron and Hermione who had looks of fear on their faces. "It's probably about that rude comic we drew about him last week" Ron whispered "Good luck mate" He said and him and Hermione disappeared out the door with one last worried look. "Mister Potter!" Gilderoy seemed to snarl most unlike himself as he still stood at his desk behind Harry. "Yes sir" Harry said, turning around and walking slowly and nervously towards Lockhart. "Suddenly Lockhart whipped out something from behind his back and without thinking Harry had his wand ready and poised to counter the attack he thought would come next. There he stood pointing his wand at a surprised Gilderoy holding a plate full of food. "Tea and sausages…?" Gilderoy asked. *** After Harry got over the initial shock of thinking he was almost about to get obliterated by Lockhart he forced himself to sit down and have tea and "sausages" with Lockhart. For what seemed like a whole year, he sat there chewing on a lone sausage and Lockhart detailed the fantastical adventures he had had while away from Hogwarts, slaying a dragon and helping witches with there brews. Harry knew it all to be a lie but got some amusement out of listening to Lockhart make up the most horrendous lies to puff himself up. "So when did you slay that dragon and Prof.?" Harry interrupted Lockhart in one of his rambles. "On may 4th!" He said triumphantly, even though he had giving an entirely different date last time. Still Harry Let him go on about himself until the darkness of the day began to creep through the windows, casting shadows on he and Lockhart. Lockhart seemed to be shocked from his drabble as the clock to his right chimed 9:00. "Well, I guess it's time to go then…" Lockhart said some what disappointed and all of a sudden Harry felt a little drop in his stomach. 'But I don't want to go yet…' He thought, immediately slammed that thought to the back of his mind. 'What was that all about?' He wondered 'Of course I want to escape from this stupid classroom and get away from this royal poof' But as Harry got up to leave that feeling in his stomach stayed with him. "May we do this some other time?" A tinge of sadness in Lockhart's voice caught Harry's attention and all of a sudden he felt the same. "I guess…" Harry said blankly and walked from the classroom. Leaving behind something he wished he hadn't. The next day in class was horrible for Harry, he couldn't stop staring at Lockhart and for what it seemed Lockhart had taken all precaution to never look at him. He kept seeing that sad look on Lockhart's face as he left the other night and a stab of guilt went through Harry's stomach again. Maybe if he was a bit nicer to the man, he may give up his mask and stop lying about his life… Harry pondered this till the bell rung and yet again his friends had to shake him from his dreaming state. "Come on Harry!" Hermione yelled tugging on his arm. "Come off it Herms" Ron said, pulling her off Harry. "Harry's probably got something on his mind and its not our place to but in. would be nice if ya told us what was bothering you" He said, turning to Harry. "Its nothing!" Harry said, pushing back his thoughts and playfully punching Ron upside the shoulder. "I just did bad on a test…" Getting up he gathered his things, shrugging off his worries for then and walked out the door with his friends, only stopping for an unnoticed second to turn back and stare at Lockhart. Their gazes caught and for a split second Harry felt that his heart might explode at the look of sadness on Lockhart's face. He turned away quickly and rushed out the door, catching up with his friends. At lunch Harry never looked up from his food, wondering if anyone noticed that he nearly had his face in his soup. Yet none of his friends said anything, obviously giving up on getting anything out of him. 'What had happened today?' he thought and sipped his pumpkin soup, biting off a piece of bread. 'Why did I feel that way when I was with Prof. Lockhart, its like I have-' Thoughts cut short he looked up quickly, startled to think that he had said the rest of his sentence out loud, yet he still sat silent. "Yes?" Hermione said, looking at the startled looking Harry. "You look like your sick all of a sudden, should you go lay down?" She asked, patting his shoulder. All they got from him was a grunt and he got up from the table. "I just need to use the restroom…" He said and wandered away, not knowing where he was off to. When he ended up at in front of Lockhart's office, a wind of sickness swept over him, so much so that he leaned over in an effort not to vomit. 'Why am I here?' He thought, leaning against the door jam of Lockhart's office. Some how his hand left the door jam and walked silently up to the knocker on the door, and it seemed to belt out extremely loud thuds in the dead silent of the corridor that contained him. The door, with a sickeningly slow pace, creaked open and Harry was faced with the dark depth of Lockhart's otherwise, flamboyant office. He walked in without moving, his body somehow drifting in to the dark crimson and turquoise room. The lights were off and Harry leaned over to flick his wand at a lamp that blared to life at the touch. Harry was confronted with the guilded, joy encrusted office of Gilderoy Lockhart, the walls plastered with pictures of himself, smiling on the cover of Witches weekly and an award for greatest smile. Portraits and the like all stared down at him disapprovingly, wondering why he was in Gilderoy's chamber when Gilderoy was not. Harry Shuffled around the room for a good minute, making sure that Gilderoy was not for some reason hiding in wait to surprise him with that eye searing smile with an offer to help him autograph photos. Ever since Lockhart had got back his full memory, he had made it a point to gain all his fans back that he had lost over his time in Saint Mungoes with huge new lies to cover up his last ones that were revealed. Harry was about to leave when he saw it… It was unnoticeable unless inspected closely and Harry had confronted it with his nose, a door almost covered up by a full length picture of Gilderoy himself, posing for pictures with an equally excited witch who looked to be in her mid 30's. Harry hadn't noticed it 2 years ago when he had been forced to sign letters in Lockhart's office, yet it seemed plausible as the poster almost obscured it. He slowly inspected the door, running his hand over the poster to feel the lines in the wall. The door seemed to be just big enough to crawl into comfortably. Harry's mind raced, what was a door doing in such a secretive place, obviously Gilderoy didn't want anyone noticing it. Harry's curiosity got the best of him and without another thought he began to pull back the poster to reveal the door. Harry had always been and adventurous boy, whether he wanted to be or not, and having been at Hogwarts for 4 years, his experiences had taught him that even if it might be dangerous, taking chances like this usually seemed to be worth it. Harry finished pulling back the poster and rolled it up, neatly, stashing it on Lockhart's desk. He began to get nervous, maybe he shouldn't let curiosity carry him up to this, it was rude in the first place to interrupt Lockhart's privacy as it was. But in the end Harry decided to do it anyway. 'The way that gits been acting, making up a batch of new lies, I say he needs his privacy stirred up a bit' He thought to himself, and with that he slowly opened the door, oddly unlocked.. The dark passageway seemed odd to Harry, smelling dusty like mothballs. As Harry began to slow journey through the small dark tunnel into the wall, he saw that it ended abruptly at yet another door. In the pale light from the room he had left behind he saw that this door to was unlocked. Harry's hand began to jitter, hoping whatever he found on the other side wouldn't cause him to much damage. His hand slowly turned the knob of the door and it creaked open, sounding of age. Harry closed his eyes and crawled into the room before him.
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