Pure Manevolence

arry stormed back to his room, rage flying around inside him. As he entered the room a startled Ron greeted him.
“Harry! What are you doing back already? What happened with Cho?”
Harry turned to him. “I don’t want to talk about it. Cho wasn’t the girl I thought she was.”
Ron left the room, it was obvious Harry wanted time alone. Ever since he had rejected Malfoys friendship so many years ago when they had first met, Malfoy had been nursing a deep bitter hatred for him. It had never bothered him too much, he hated him back, but tonight he had hit a nerve. Lately Malfoy seemed to be taking everything Harry truly wanted. First the snitch at today’s game, then Cho… what would he take next? Harry seethed himself into a troubled sleep, dreaming troubled thoughts over the object of his hatred- Malfoy.

When he awoke the next morning, Draco was happy. He finally had put Potter in his place. Soon the whole school will realise he is not the golden boy they think he is, just a looser who got lucky a few times. He showered and dressed quickly then made his way downstairs for breakfast. He was strolling through the corridors, staring out the windows lost in his thoughts when he collided with someone. The person grabbed onto his sleeve and they toppled over, the person pinning him underneath them.

“Malfoy! Watch were your going!” Harry shouted, struggling to untangle himself from Malfoy.
“What the hell do you think your doing Potter? Don’t you EVER touch me!” Malfoy yelled. The two boys sat heaving on the ground glaring at each other. Harry pulled himself up, followed quickly by Malfoy.
He scowled at Harry. “You must be pretty desperate to be jumping on random people in the hallways.”
“I didn’t jump on you Malfoy,” Harry muttered as he dusted himself off.
“You must be begging for someone to touch you I guess, being a virgin and all. Although im sure Cho would give you another shot.” Draco sneered.
This hit a sore spot in Harry, and before he knew what he was doing he launched himself at Draco, fists flying. Before he could react, Harrys fist connected with Dracos jaw in an awkward blow. Draco stumbled backwards, slamming into the wall. He then retaliated, leaping on to Harry and pulling him to the ground. It was at this time that the boys remembered their wands. They whipped them out simultaneously, but before they could cast a single hex a voice boomed above them.
“Potter! Malfoy, get off each other and follow me!” Snape stood over them, a daunting figure in black.
The boys sheepishly untangled themselves for the second time that morning and huffed their way to Snapes office.
“Sit boys, and tell me why you were all over each other in the hall just now.” Snape glared at them icily.
“Potters a jerk Sir, he attacked me.”
“Be that as it may, from where I was standing it appeared you were just as responsible as Potter. I think you two need some fresh air, and I need some fungi-aphrodis which, I believe grows around the edge of the forest. You two can spend this evening gathering some for me, and hopefully that will teach you to work as a team.”
Snape smiled at the obvious despair that was pasted on the boys faces. This was what he loved about being a teacher.