Draco sighed, furrowing his brow as he glared at the back of the boy-who-lived head with as much hatred as he could muster. He wrapped his pale slender fingers around a scrap piece of parchment, forming it into a small compact ball. He griped his wand and flicked his wrist, uttering a spell under his breath. The small piece of parchment flew out of his hand and hit Harry right dead center on the back of his head.
Harry winced; feeling something undoubtedly hit him in the back of the head. He slowly turned his head, glaring at the small ball of parchment resting on the floor. He at once went into a small staring contest with the piece of parchment, as if that would make it answer the question of why it had hit him. After some time, and deciding that said staring contest was getting him no where, as a piece of parchment didn't have eyes, he reached over and picked it off the floor.
Harry slowly unraveled the scrunched up parchment, to see what secret message would be awaiting him. Nothing. There wasn't even a blotch of ink on the bloody parchment. It was devoid of anything. Which only seemed to raise further questions, like why would anyone bother throwing a piece of blank parchment his head? And why waste a perfectly good piece of parchment? Some people were so wasteful…
The snicker coming from behind him answered all his questions and even the ones he hadn't bother to think up yet.
'Stupid bloody Slytherin! And his… slicked back hair… oh! How I'd love to throw paper at that wretched excuse of a being…'
All right so Harry wasn't the most brilliant
mind when it came to name-calling…
Draco's snickering hadn't
ceased, as he was quite amused with the pathetic stunt he had just
pulled.
Class finally ended as their teacher ushered them out with a single wave of his palm, the students rising from their desks and quickly fleeing the room, glad to be out of its clutches.
Harry gathered his books, sliding them into his bag with little grace, if none, clutching in the palm of his hand a very lonely piece of scrap parchment.
Draco stepped out into the hallway, turning to go left and make his way to his next class. Stopping when he felt something bounce off the back of his head, something that vaguely felt like it could be parchment. He had to investigate. Growling softly as he scouted the floor, his eyes lingering on a bit of parchment.
Harry stifled a laugh, watching Malfoy glaring at the scrunched up piece of parchment lying blissfully unaware of the impending doom. But fortunately for the parchment the glare of impending doom was turned to the one and only Harry Potter.
Harry gulped feeling slightly uneasy about the fact that he was being glared at by a rather angry Malfoy.
"Potter! What makes you think that your filthy low grade parchment is worthy enough to touch my delicate hair?"
"Right, next your going to yell cause one of your hairs is now out of place," Harry exclaimed, sarcasm dripping of his tongue as he rolled his eyes.
"ONE OF MY HAIRS IS OUT OF PLACE?"
"… Yes?"
"Oh you are sooo going to pay for this Potter!" Draco fumed angrily, drawing his wand from inside his robes.
Harry laughed nervously, as he slowly backed away and darted down the hallway. "Sorry Malfoy! Class!"
"POTTER! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ARSE BACK HERE!" Draco set off after Harry whilst muttering all the horrible things he would do to him once he had him cornered.
And the poor neglected piece of scrunched up parchment sighed with relief, having averted the doom that had threatened its none existing life, only seconds ago. Or so it thought… as Ms. Norris rounded the corner, eyeing the parchment hungrily…
