Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality

The next day, practically every Ravenclaw girl over the age of thirteen had voted to have Draco drop Harry.

Hermione had felt mildly disappointed it was that simple, though it was obviously fair.

Right now, however, standing just outside the great doors of the castle amid half the female population of Hogwarts, Hermione was beginning to suspect that there were things going on here that she did not understand and that she desperately hoped neither of her fellow generals ever heard about.

You couldn't really see the details from up there, just the general fact of a sea of expectant female faces.

'You've got no idea what this is about, do you?' said Draco, sounding amused.

Harry had read a fair number of books he wasn't supposed to read, not to mention a few Quibbler headlines.

'Boy-Who-Lived gets Draco Malfoy pregnant?' said Harry.

'Okay, you do know what this is about,' said Draco. 'I thought Muggles hated that?'

'Only the dumb ones,' said Harry. 'But, um, aren't we, uh, a little young?'

'Not too young for them,' said Draco. He snorted. 'Girls! '

They silently walked toward the edge of the roof.

'So I'm doing this for revenge on you,' said Draco, 'but why are you doing this?'

Harry's mind made a lightning calculation, weighing the factors, whether it was too soon...

'Honestly?' said Harry. 'Because I meant to have her climb up the icy walls, but I didn't mean to have her fall off the roof. And, um, I kinda did feel really awful about that. I mean, I guess I actually did start seeing her as my friendly rival after a while. So this is a real apology to her, not a plot or anything.'

There was a pause.

Then -

'Yeah,' said Draco. 'I understand.'

Harry didn't smile. It might have been the most difficult nonsmile of his life.

Draco looked at the edge of the roof, and made a face. 'This is going to be a lot harder to do on purpose than by accident, isn't it.'

Harry's other hand held the roof in a reflexively terrified grip, his fingers white on the cold, cold stone.

You could know with your conscious mind that you'd drunk the Feather-Falling Potion. Knowing it with your unconscious mind was another matter entirely.

It was every bit as scary as Harry had thought it might have been for Hermione, which was justice.

'Draco,' said Harry, controlling his voice wasn't easy, but the Ravenclaw girls had given them a script, 'You've got to let me go!'

'Okay!' said Draco, and let go of Harry's arm.

Harry's other hand scrabbled at the edge, and then, without any decision being made, his fingers failed, and Harry fell.

There was a brief moment when Harry's stomach tried to leap up into his throat, and his body tried desperately to orient itself in the absence of any possible way to do so.

There was a brief moment when Harry could feel the Feather-Falling Potion kicking in, starting to slow him, a sort of lurching, cushioning feeling.

And then something pulled on Harry and he accelerated downward again faster than gravity -

Harry's mouth had already opened and begun screaming while part of his brain tried to think of something creative he could do, part of his brain tried to calculate how much time he had left to be creative, and a tiny rump part of his brain noticed that he wasn't even going to finish the remaining-time calculation before he hit the ground -

Harry was desperately trying to control his hyperventilating, and it wasn't helping him to hear the shrieking of all the girls, now lying in heaps on the ground and each other.

'Good heavens,' said the unfamiliar man, he of the old-looking clothes and faintly scarred face, who was holding Harry in his arms. 'Of all the ways I imagined we might meet again someday, I didn't expect it to be you falling out of the sky.'

Harry remembered the last thing he'd seen, the falling body, and managed to gasp, 'Professor... Quirrell...'

'He'll be all right after a few hours,' said the unfamiliar man holding Harry. 'He's just exhausted. I wouldn't have thought it possible... he must have knocked down two hundred students just to make sure he got whoever was jinxing you...'

Gently, the man set Harry upright on the ground, supporting him the while.

Harry carefully balanced himself, and nodded to the man.

He let go, and Harry promptly fell over.

The man helped him rise again. Making sure, at all times, to stand between Harry and the girls now picking themselves up from the ground, his head constantly glancing in that direction.

'Harry,' the man said quietly, and very seriously, 'do you have any idea which of these girls might have wanted to kill you?'