You know what, I have a friend who says that characters made up by writers are just a reflection of the writer's inner self. Which I suppose is fair to a degree. However it does raise the question, what about all those really bad Mary Sue's and bad recreation of characters and so on and so forth? What are their writer's are they bad writers or just bad people who's bad insides are letting themselves out through the wonders of fanfiction? And to continue on, if you want to continue with my friend's hypothesis, what does that mean for J.K. Rowling, whom may I say I have never met, nor known, nor take credit for any of her creations?
Chapter 7 That Goddamned Party
"You what?!" He spluttered.
"They were sitting at the Slytherin table, although, with the amount of students I the Great Hall it didn't really matter. There were seven altogether: himself; Blaise; Potter; two firsty Ravenclaws; a sixth and seventh year Hufflepuff; and a Gryffindor third year.
"Had a drinking contest with Ron Weasley; I won of course," Blaise replied.
Draco stared at him, his jaw hanging open in a manner very unbecoming for one of his stature. "And where, may I ask, did you have said contest?"
"Oh, Harry's Party."
"What?!"
"That's right. Oh, I forgot, you didn't get invited, did you?"
"Why would I want to be?"
"Because it was probably the best party . . . in the past millennia."
"NO! IT! WAS! NOT!"
Aaah, is poor Drakie-pooh jealous he didn't get invited?" Came a voice from behind Draco.
"Shut up Potter!" Draco spat.
Harry grinned and slid into the seat next to Blaise. "As articulate as ever I see. And how are you, dear friend Blaise?"
"Quite well good friend Harry."
Draco rolled his eyes and looked very much like he wanted to bang his head on the table.
"Jealous?"
"Of what Potter?" Draco snarled.
"Of our special relationship," simpered Blaise, fluttering his eyelashes at Harry.
"What!?" exclaimed Draco.
Harry sighed and shook his head. "He's just kidding you know. Don't take everything so literally. Hey, Blaise, maybe it's a good thing he didn't come to the party, I doubt he would have lasted a good half hour."
"Speaking of which," Blaise turned to look from Harry to Draco, "why didn't you invite him?"
Harry smirked, "Because it was Phase 1 of my Master Plan." His audience looked at him oddly. "What? Everyone's got at least one master plan. Like Blaise for example, I know you had a master plan for sneaking cookies while your mother was in the room. And I know Draco, that you had a master plan for killing your Aunt Bellatrix. The nice thing about my Master Plan is that I actually get to use it."
Draco ignored the remark, "But what is the goal of this so called, 'Master Plan'?"
At this Harry grinned a wide predator's grin that showed all of his pointy teeth, "Why to make your life a living hell Draco dear."
So, whatcha think?
Yah, Harry finally beat Voldemort, Draco didn't get arrested, and Blaise, well he doesn't really care, he just thinks its funny.
Harry, now that he doesn't have any responsibilities wants to have fun and what's more fun than getting back at Draco for all those years he was a brat?
