Twisted Games

Here\'s the deal, I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the chars from the books. No money was made in the makeing of this fic, as if anyone would pay to read it. >.>; XD.


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Ron had wondered where Harry had gone to at first, worrying about his best friend and paceing the common room, but Dumbledor had informed the intire school that Harry was having private tutoring over the summer and it had started before classes ended. Ron sighed being bored sensless without the other boy around. The trio had dwindled down to just two. No offence, he loved Herm with all his heart, but she was bloody boring! Well, at least he had not missed any homework assignments for the last few days of school, hell he even had assignments done for when they got back from summer vacation.. But even Hermione was looking bored without Harry. She even played a game of wizards chess! Complaining about how awful and wrong it was all along. Even Hermione couldn\'t beet Ron, which put a smug grin on his face.


Hermione was feeling a bit alone without Harry. The pleasure she got in reading didn’t seem enough any more. She let out a sigh and actually shut her book without finishing it. She studied the front of it then set it aside moving to the window. She gazed out silently at the stars then smiled, Harry always seemed to love stars. She leaned her head against the cool glass of the window and closed her eyes relaxing her body. Soon he would be back, she was sure of it. She stretched and looked around the room. She looked to the clock and blinked a bit shocked, it was already ten thirty and she had school in the morning! She quickly got ready for bed and slipped under the covers. Within a few moments she was sound asleep.

The next day Harry returned to his normal classes. He made his way to potions and smiled slightly. He was sure that by now he knew every potion and ingredient that existed, Snape was one who loved his potions. Over the months he taught Harry so much about potions that Harry was sure his head would explode if he learned any more. Suddenly someone called out his name and when he turned around he was lifted into a fierce hug that actually left his feet dangling at least five inches off the ground. When he was finaly released he sucked in gasps of air. “Hey Ron..” He panted holding his hand over his chest. “Merlin! Have you been working out?” He asked as he remembered that air is his friend. Hermione hugged him gently “Hello Harry” She said with a soft smile as Ron grinned with pride flexing his arms. “You noticed huh? Heh heh.” He winked to Herm who rolled her eyes “Lets get to class” She said and they all went into the room.

As soon as Harry entered the room he felt eyes on him. He looked up and let out an exasperated sigh when he saw Malfoy glowering in his direction. Wonderful, now he had to deal with the blond again. Harry felt the need to return to Snape’s rooms and hide there for the rest of the school year. But then what kind of hero would he be? He took a breath and grinned at Herm and Ron as they made their way to their places. He looked to the front of the class and saw that Snape had not returned yet.

\"Well, well, well...so the famous Potty decided to finally grace the halls with his presence again.\" Draco sneered as silvery gray eyes gleamed with hate. He felt anger boil in his blood as he looked upon the one being he had dispised sins the very first day they met. He wanted to kill the smaller boy then and there.

Harry glared back at Malfoy \"Shut your trap Malfoy, I\'m not in the mood to deal with you.\" He said giveing a look that Snape would be proud of. He didn’t want to have to deal with the blond right now.

For a moment he seemed to falter not expecting such a look, and even more so from Potter who he glared right back at a moment later when he had wits back. \"Aww, what\'s wrong Potty, having a bad first morning back...I\'m sure with all the attention you must be getting it\'s a really bad morning Potty.\"

Harry shook his head and just turned to his culdren simply ignoring the childish jibes. He was beyond this kind of children’s games by now. He grinned and spoke in a normal tone. \"I don\'t know about you Malfoy but I have grown out of our childish game. I am not going to continue this imature kind of thing. Now, if you don\'t mind, I have a class to prepare for.\" He said in a smug voice.

Not sure what to say Draco blinked once before gaining his normal cold icyness about him and glared heatedly at Potter\'s back plotting what to do next to him, a spell of some kind, but he wasn’t sure what exactly yet.. It would have to be good, he wanted to get at the boy once and for all. The little twit was asking for it with that last line.

Harry felt those eyes on his back and ignored it seeing the normal swish of robes as Snape entered the class room and moved to the front of the class room with his head held in pride. Words formed on the chalk bored and he sneered. \"Your assignment is on the blackboard, I suggest you get to work.\"

Going right to work Draco did as he was told. Draco was the perfect student and a prefect as well, he had an example to set and people to best in the class, like that mudblood Granger. The thaught of the girl made him growl softly under his breath. The little bitch always tended to get the best of him in most his classes, but not here. He lifted his chin to glance to the blackboard once more. He would never let that little mudblood best him here.

Harry moved through the potions work with sutch eas that even Hermione was staring at him in astonishment rather then do her own work. Harry finished the potion before the class ended and was the first to put it in his vile and place it on Snape\'s desk. He chanced a glance to Snape who was looking rather smug at the moment.

Draco was the second done with his potion and turned in his vile, he had been a bit too busy to concentrait on his work. Watching how well Potter was doing that he had messed up his potion. Thankfully he corrected the mistake easily. He was seething by now his eyes dark and icy cold. That damn Potter! How the hell had he gotten so good?! He looked to Snape and noticed that he was watching Potter with something near pride. WHAT THE HELL??? His eyes shot back to Potter and noticed as he smiled softly to Snape and blushed then looked away. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Something here wasn’t right..