The Sorrows of May
The Sorrows of May
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Harry Potter as you all know (or so I hope). So, don\'t sue me, I\'m funny. But
yeah, this is like your typical H.P D.M story, with the hate first and maybe,
JUST maybe...falling in love? Or, will it really be that way? Maybe I\'m just
throwing you off \'cause it\'s funny...PLEASE REVIEW! *:stalks
people who read and don\'t review:*
the Wings of an angel that bind us, and the love for one another that blinds us
weaken us none
powerful under our one sun
he\'d been able to see was the silvery blonde hair, he\'d had his face burned
into his mind. So lost in his loathing, he didn\'t even realize he\'d been
ignoring his two best friends. Hermione Granger and
Ronald Weasley had been hassling
him to leave theat Hat Hall so together they could go up to
but theain,ain, they were in the Great Hall, and that made room for zero
privacy. Once he finished listening to the rambles of Hermione,
and the whinings of Ron, he focused his attention
once more upon the being he hated most. Draco
hatred of Harry’s\' heart? The torment.
drawling voice never leaving him alone. He\'d annoyed him in his sleep,
hreamreams. Wasn\'t aggravating him in his wake time enough? He couldn\'t leave
him be, even when bidden the time to rest, and be at a few moments peace? That
given names like "The Boy who Lived", and
"The Golden Boy" into gritty, nasty comments to put Harry to shame.
Having had felt like, and realizing that he was wasting precious time by
staring at Malfoy; he finished his eating, and left
the Great Hall. He strolled idly along the third floor corridors, noticing he\'d
had enough time to still go to
When he\'d reached the Fat Lady painting which would let him enter, he\'d said
the password and looked around when he\'d entered the common room. No one was
there; not Hermione with her face in a book, not Neville
doing last minute work on all of his homework, and not Ron, tending to his new
owl, since Scabbers had ran off, once his true
identity was revealed last year by Remus
pulled out a piece of parchment that had words written on it, he\'d then pulled
out another, and got something to write with. He couldn\'t concentrate. He
couldn\'t focus at all. Something in his mind was tampering with his work
ethics. \'You\'ve got to pull yourself together, Harry. Focus, focus,
focus...\' He thought to himself while staring down hard at his piece of
parchment. Finally, he was able to finish his essay in time to get to
was in no rush to get there. Not only because of the greeting of
Harry at unease. That made his stomach lurch. Draco
he\'d entered the Potions class, his eyes scanned the room for
breath of relief. He caught the attention though, of Ron and
books down, and waited for them to reach him.
asked Ron inquisitively, surveying Harry’s\' face. Hermione
looked around, and saw that Draco had entered the
room.
that upon entering he had shifted an evil glare at Harry.
came a low, drawling voice. It was Draco,
of course. Harry ignored him, thinking to himself.
are you doing sitting at my table?" he asked cold and menacingly. Harry
could only take so much before it really got to him. Luckily, though, he wasn\'t
too bothered. The young Slytherin moved his face
closer to Harry’s, and set a cold pair of silver eyes upon him.
that moment, Professor Snape came in. As always he
looked at Harry with a look of hate and disgust, but Draco
with a smile and twinkle in his eye. Draco made a nasty
smirk, and glared down at Harry.
allowing you to sit with me, Potter, so you better feel grateful. I don\'t want
you talking to me, either. Oh, and tell your Mudblood
friend, her Muggle loving "boyfriend" is an
ugly git!" finished Draco,
grinning a devious grin. Harry was getting frustrated, but didn\'t say anything,
except for one comment.
don\'t you tell her yourself, Malfoy?
whom is female? Too afraid she may put you to shame with a remark, or
spell? You, Malfoy, are a bloody ugly bastard
yourself, and have no room to call anyone’s\' partner ugly. Especially
when you yourself have no companion". At this bold comment,
of being able to show no fear when speaking to a Malfoy.
Snape looked around the room; made sure everyone had
settled down and began class. It went as normal.
on Neville for making mistakes, praising Slytherin
and adding points, deducting from Gryffindor, and the
usual mockery of Hermione for always being correct.
His next class was Arithmancy, which thankfully, he
didn\'t share with Malfoy. That class, too, went as
normal. Hermione, Ron and Harry headed for Dinner in
the Great Hall.
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I still can\'t believe you said what ya\' did to
at Hermione whom was laughing. Yes, Harry had told
them of his brave step in telling off Harry. But, Harry wasn\'t smiling. Harry
wasn\'t proud of himself for defying Malfoy. Harry
frowned, but neither Ron nor Hermione saw. They
finally reached the Great Hall, and found seats at the Gryffindor
table.
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asked seriously, and then it dawned on her. “So who is it now, Harry?” She gave
Harry a knowing grin.
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no one Herm, and who ever said I was day dreaming about someone?" Harry
said, folding his arms and resting his head. Hermione
looked at Ron who opened his mouth and looked like he was about to protest, but
she playfully nudged him, and he shut his mouth. Harry looked across the room
at the Slytherin table and saw a pair of piercing
cold, silvery gray eyes. The eyes quickly turned away from Harry\'s emerald
green. Harry wondered why this particular Slytherin
was looking at him, and why he\'d turned away so quickly when he saw Harry
facing him. Harry shook it off. He left, about 20 minutes early. He hadn\'t even
noticed who got up behind him.
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came that same, drawling voice. Harry paused before
turning around. He shut his eyes before looking, but he already knew who it
was. Draco Malfoy.
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do you want, Malfoy?" He stopped himself in
front of Harry, and Harry looked around the corridor.
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need to talk to you" he said hesitantly.
Harry looked at Draco coldly.
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would you ever want to talk to me, Malfoy? Isn\'t it
good enough to just taunt me?” Draco didn\'t move, his
expression stayed the same, but his voice did not prove the same.
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how dare you talk to me that way? If a Malfoy
makes room to talk to you, you filthy Muggle loving
"wizard", you accept no questions asked! I hate you, Potter,
and that will never, ever change. My wanting to speak to you doesn\'t mean
anything has changed, and doesn\'t mean it will! Now get out of my way before I
do something I\'ll regret", and with that he turned away and left. Harry
smirked, and turned to the now almost gone Malfoy.
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on an air and has so much pride wouldn\'t regret anything. Especially with what
they\'d do to their worst enemy" said Harry coolly. This made
today Harry has stepped up with a bold comment. Draco
turned and faced him, almost looking ashamed. Ashamed of
what? Harry\'s words had no such power as making a Malfoy,
especially Draco, feel ashamed.
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