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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,852
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Hallways-Wishful Thinking
Harry wandered the halls bored. It was beginning to get rather late. He was trying to find Ron and Hermione, but so far he had no luck. HE had looked in the Gryffindor Common Room, but they weren\'t there and he wondered where it was that they might have gone off to.. and WHY they didn\'t tell him. He was their friend afterall, wasn\'t he? Or had something changed that?
Seamus and Dean happened to be unnacounted for as well. Odd. Where WERE his fellow fifth years? Strange, that all the fifth year Gryffindors he knew, were not present.
Malfoy, still in a decidedly bad mood, decided to patter along the darkest halls of Hogwarts, the ones not lit by torches. Keeping one hand against the wall, following the moonlight.
He was cross-Very cross indeed. How dare they presume that about him? Fucking rugmunchers, he would deal with them in due time. Right now, his thumb was throbbing like a motherfucker, and the grimy wall was probably doing no good for it, but he didn\'t care. He was sulky-and a sulky Malfoy was a dangerous Malfoy.
Harry also happened to be in the darker halls of hogwarts, and he didn\'t hear or see Malfoy. He sat agaithe the wall. Trying to be alone. He was down and out, upset that his friends ditched him. Maybe he ought to go fly his broomstick. Never could get too much practice with brooms... especially when you happened to be seeker for your house team. Ron and he had had another fight recently, today.. and it was still upsetting him. It was, as usual, over nog img important. And now he mised his friends terribly. Where were they? Why did they fight?
Seems Ron just woke up against him this morning. Harry was certain that Ron was up to something with Hermione. They were both standoff-ish around him lately. Always fighting with him or trying to ditch him to be alone. Or ignoring him. It hurt to see his friends treat him like that. He had a deep sickening feeling they would never come around and that The-Boy-Who-Lived would lose his friends. Well, there was always Ginny and her friends, and Dean and Seamus, or those Creevey boys.... but he wanted Ron and Hermione. Maybe he should visit Hagrid soon.. see what he thinks about it.. Harry clutched his broom... debating the merits of a late-night flight. Dismissing it on the chance that he\'d be given detention. He opted to polish his broom in the dim light instead. He had nothing better to do, and so he got out the kit Hermione had given him-a deep regret stabbing him like a knife-that she wasn\'t around much lately, like Ron.
As Draco made his way along, the light began to blot out. So, naturally, he did not see Potter in front of him. Nor did he see Potter while he was tripping over him. And, of course he did not see Potter when he was on the ground, either, tangled in something long, hard, and wooden...
\"Augh..... fucking HELL!! What\'s a broom doing attacking me in the hall?!!\" He shouted bitterly.
Harry was startled to be suddenly tripped over.. finding himself tangled up in something. Or some one. On his back, his things spread all over.. \"Who\'s that?\" He said, automatically, as he found himself tangled. Hearing what sounded like an irritable Malfoy. \"Malfoy?\" he whispered. Harry could just barely make out Draco in the dark lighting... but it was hard to tell.
Kicking irritably, trying to pull himself out of the tangle of robes, and broom, and Potter, his voice drops to a low and acid-ladden hiss. \"POTTER... fuck, I should have known. You always bring me grief!\" With one final struggle, he frees himself, and stands up, smoothing his perfect platinum hair back. He looks down at Harry with a look of malicious amusement. \"Do you spend much time on your back, Potter?\"
Harry was puzzled, he asked \"Well... why?\"
Completely afronted by this-he was expecting a scathing remark, not a puzzled and endearing question. Rearranging from his surprise into his typical sneer, he folds his arms across his chest and replies, in mocking drawl.. \"Wishful thinking.\"
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Seamus and Dean happened to be unnacounted for as well. Odd. Where WERE his fellow fifth years? Strange, that all the fifth year Gryffindors he knew, were not present.
Malfoy, still in a decidedly bad mood, decided to patter along the darkest halls of Hogwarts, the ones not lit by torches. Keeping one hand against the wall, following the moonlight.
He was cross-Very cross indeed. How dare they presume that about him? Fucking rugmunchers, he would deal with them in due time. Right now, his thumb was throbbing like a motherfucker, and the grimy wall was probably doing no good for it, but he didn\'t care. He was sulky-and a sulky Malfoy was a dangerous Malfoy.
Harry also happened to be in the darker halls of hogwarts, and he didn\'t hear or see Malfoy. He sat agaithe the wall. Trying to be alone. He was down and out, upset that his friends ditched him. Maybe he ought to go fly his broomstick. Never could get too much practice with brooms... especially when you happened to be seeker for your house team. Ron and he had had another fight recently, today.. and it was still upsetting him. It was, as usual, over nog img important. And now he mised his friends terribly. Where were they? Why did they fight?
Seems Ron just woke up against him this morning. Harry was certain that Ron was up to something with Hermione. They were both standoff-ish around him lately. Always fighting with him or trying to ditch him to be alone. Or ignoring him. It hurt to see his friends treat him like that. He had a deep sickening feeling they would never come around and that The-Boy-Who-Lived would lose his friends. Well, there was always Ginny and her friends, and Dean and Seamus, or those Creevey boys.... but he wanted Ron and Hermione. Maybe he should visit Hagrid soon.. see what he thinks about it.. Harry clutched his broom... debating the merits of a late-night flight. Dismissing it on the chance that he\'d be given detention. He opted to polish his broom in the dim light instead. He had nothing better to do, and so he got out the kit Hermione had given him-a deep regret stabbing him like a knife-that she wasn\'t around much lately, like Ron.
As Draco made his way along, the light began to blot out. So, naturally, he did not see Potter in front of him. Nor did he see Potter while he was tripping over him. And, of course he did not see Potter when he was on the ground, either, tangled in something long, hard, and wooden...
\"Augh..... fucking HELL!! What\'s a broom doing attacking me in the hall?!!\" He shouted bitterly.
Harry was startled to be suddenly tripped over.. finding himself tangled up in something. Or some one. On his back, his things spread all over.. \"Who\'s that?\" He said, automatically, as he found himself tangled. Hearing what sounded like an irritable Malfoy. \"Malfoy?\" he whispered. Harry could just barely make out Draco in the dark lighting... but it was hard to tell.
Kicking irritably, trying to pull himself out of the tangle of robes, and broom, and Potter, his voice drops to a low and acid-ladden hiss. \"POTTER... fuck, I should have known. You always bring me grief!\" With one final struggle, he frees himself, and stands up, smoothing his perfect platinum hair back. He looks down at Harry with a look of malicious amusement. \"Do you spend much time on your back, Potter?\"
Harry was puzzled, he asked \"Well... why?\"
Completely afronted by this-he was expecting a scathing remark, not a puzzled and endearing question. Rearranging from his surprise into his typical sneer, he folds his arms across his chest and replies, in mocking drawl.. \"Wishful thinking.\"
NOTE: Need reviews, please! What do you think? Want more? Please review. I\'ve only got three up and I\'ve never done these fanfics before. Please review. Also, want me to continue with the two Slytherin girls?