Where is the \'Malfoy\' in \'DA\'?
Life is Good
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She helped me lots for this chapter and I’m really glad, cause I’m sure this
Chapter wouldn’t have been as good as it is, if she wouldn’t have gave some of
her advices!! Love you a lot *huggles*!!
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Chapter 3
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The messy, raven-haired boy lay
carelessly sprawled on the sofa, as if in agonizing pain. His mouth was
wide-open, and his arm was covering his eyes; truth be told, it wasn’t a very
pretty sight. It was a rainy afternoon, which was why almost all the
other, doing homework or like Harry, looking like a troll who had a hang-over,
sprawled on that couch like he was doing.
A loud THUMP, followed
by a groan drove everyone’s attention to the couch nearest to the entrance of
the common room.
Harry threw the cushion that
had just been smacked into his face to the other side of the room and opened
his eyes to see a grinning Ron Weasley.
“Did you really have to
do that Ron? Didn’t the thought of saying ‘Hey, Harry?’ ever occur to
you before hurling that bloody cushion in my face?!” asked Harry, sitting up
and glaring at a still grinning red-headed boy.
“I don’t think that would have
woken you. . . I think I saw flies hovering around your body Harry, you
looked THAT dead!!” Ron said laughing, which only got him a cushion in the
face, and made him laugh harder.
“Oh, come on Harry, I thought
you were in a good mood, you know,” his voice became lower, “with that DADA
thing settled. . .”
after seeing Cho smile at me. . .
thought dreamily.
“Uh, yeah. . . I’m just
bored, Ron,” he answered, almost blushing at his thoughts.
“Want to play chess?? I’ve been
playing all day with Neville, and he’s just not good enough for me! He lost every
single game!!” whined Ron.
Harry grimaced. He really
didn’t feel like playing a game of wiza che chess right now. That’s what he
always played with Ron when they had nothing to do.
“That’s okay Ron,
I think I’m going to go take a walk or something.”
oh-so-graciously. “See you at dinner,”
Harry muttered as he staggered out of the common room through the portrait
hole.
style='font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black'>I wonder how
it’s going to be when we start the real meetings.
straight with Cho around. . .
help but wonder what was to come as he walked through the many corridors of his
beloved school. He always enjoyed walking around the castle; the vibe of the
old structure was relaxing.
style='font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black'>I wonder if
people are going to be serious about this. . . I hope they just don’t
start fooling around or arguing with each other. .
.or. . . Shit. . . I almost forgot about
. Here I’m wondering if people are going to get along, when I, myself, am
most likely going to end up fighting with him all the time. The stupid
that, he broke into a sprint.
Running almost made him forget
about everything. So he kept running, for what felt like an age; thinking only
of the cool air brushing against his face. Feeling entirely at peace, he closed
his eyes as he continued to run.
The only problem was he had not
heard the footsteps of a person coming out of the hallway to his left; and
without even slowing his pace, he crashed into the body
in front of him, falling on top of them.
His eyes flew open as he pushed
his body upwards a few inches, and he met a pair of piercing gray eyes, which
looked extremely irritated.
“Get the bloody hell off me,
Scarface!!” Malfoy hissed
as Harry quickly got up. Reflexively, Harry extended his hand out to help
only glared at his hand, stood up on his own and circled his arms around his
stomach as if in pain.
style='font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black'>I guess I
hurt him. . . I do look heavier than he is. . . Oh well, he deserves
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An awkward silence over took
them both arry rry looked down at his feet.
As he heard a scoff, his head
ped ped up, and glanced up at the smirking, blonde Slytherin.
“If I had known you were so anxious
to get on top of me Potter, I would have always kept Crabbe
and Goyle around.” he said sounding disgusted.
“I don’t go for albino
rodents, Malfoy.”
stayed silent, taking a single step closer to Harry, which brought their faces
only inches apart. He stared withdaindain at the emerald eyes, which perfectly
mirrored the emotion.
“The only rodents around here
are those who’d want to make friends with you.” he hissed, turning around
slowly and walking away in his well-known cocky stride.
. .and here I was wanting to make things better so I wouldn’t always have him
breathing down my bloody neck all during the DADA meetings. . . Alright, I
have to fix this. . . God, sometimes I truly
hate my life. . .
Harry stood there motionless
watching his archrival walk away, as the internal dilemma continued in his
mind. Finally, he sighed, visibly irritated at what he was about to do, even more
annoyed at the fact that he had to do it.
“Malfoy!”
he shouted at the blonde. Draco stopped in
mid-stride.
“Sod off, Potter,” was
the Slytherin’s only reply as he began walking again.
“I’m very tempted to do so,
. my friends and I accepted you into our group meetings when we could have
just scrapped the whole thing, but we let you join, instead. So why. . .” the
raven-haired boy pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed deeply. His hands
trembled nervously; he couldn’t believe he was actually going to do this.
don’t we just- I mean. . . can’t we at least - try - to be
neutral around each other?” he suggested. Draco
looked at him over his shoulder, and then faced him again.
“And why, Potter, should
I have to be civil with you more than I have to be?” he demanded.
At this, Harry closed his eyes
in thought, and smirked. Yes, Harry Potter smirked, oh-so-evilly.
“Because, you have no choice,
Malfoy.”
The Slytherin
narrowed his eyes irately at the smirking Gryffindor, holding back a livid
scream as he spun on his heel and stomped away.
style='font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black'>Oh yeah,
life is good, Harry couldn’t help think to himself,
as he burst out laughing.
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