A/N: Okay, so me and my little sister just wrote a f.f. together and put it up on our f.f.n. account so if you guys like Avatar: The Last Airbender and Zuko in general, go and look at it. But now for some good old fashioned Harry Potter Fan Fiction (ha ha). This one's called 'Enmity'. Trust me, it's not going to be that good, I only learned what that word meant a few days ago! So here we go. This A/N is LONGG.
DISCLAIMER!!! I don't own Harry Potter, A:TLA, Wikionary's definition for this damn word, and I only half own 'Firedancer' (the fanfic I was talking about), so there you go.
enmity (plural enmities)
The quality of being an enemy; hostile or unfriendly disposition.
A state or feeling of opposition, hostility, hatred or animosity.
Draco could understand fully why everyone hated him. He was a very good looking guy, had all the money in the world, and was the object of everyone's desire. He also understood why everyone loved him for the same reasons. As he sat there in Pansy's lap, he sighed.
"What's going on, Draco honey?" she purred. Draco looked at her. She was rather repulsive.
"Nothing. I'm going to bed now." She went to follow him, but he pushed her back onto the couch. "Alone." She pouted on the couch and watched as Draco strolled up the stairs. He then went into his own dorm and stripped down to get into his silk pajamas. He then went to go lay in his bed. But alas, his most prized possession wasn't there…
"My blankie…where is it?" He looked around, and decided to accio it back. "Accio Blankie!"
It didn't return.
Draco tore apart his room looking for the green silk that was his childhood blankie. When he couldn't find it there, he decided to look out in the Common Room, trying to go incognito.
"Bloody hell…I wish I had that damned Invisibility Cloak," Draco muttered, looking under the couch. Pansy didn't notice him; fortunately, she was chatting up some other guy, so Draco went by unnoticed. He practically destroyed the hallways in the school, until finally, he walked out into the cold November night. There he saw the worst thing in the world.
His blankie was on fire in a tree, and Gryffindor colored things were all around it. The Gryffindor colored things were sprawled out in words, saying, 'Gryffindor beats Slytherin Every Time', and Draco thought it was talking about the Quidditch match the next day.
Draco screamed out and he heard laughter coming from the other side of the tree. Draco, too stunned to do anything, sat down in the grass and started to cry.
Fred and George laughed, and said, "That's what you get, you bloody git!"
A/N: Okay…that was a weird fic. I didn't know how to end it lol. Oh, yes. Today (July 1) would've been the birthday of Princess Diana. Even though I'm too young to remember her, I have heard of what she did to make the world a better place, and I'm sad that she is gone. At least she left us two smoking hot princes! Ha ha…But in all seriousness, she was a wonderful woman, and I am happy that she made such a huge impact on the world.