"Shove it, Potter" Draco Malfoy pushed against Harry as he passed him at the Gryffindor table that buzzed along the Great Hall with people trying to get to Harry.
"Harry Harry! Please PLEEEEEEEEEASE TELL US! What was it like finally defeating You-Know-Who?"
"Harry, Would you, er, like to go, um, out with me-"(This request was met by Ginny yeilding a terrifying scowl and holding up her fork like a weapon)
After the fateful night that Harry killed Voldemort, Harry grew tiredly accustomed to the attention to which the Slytherins hissed, many of their parents being involved.
Harrys ears pricked when he heard the monotonous, deep growl of Draco Malfoy.
"Why don't you go steal from little old ladies and take candy from babies, Malfoy, petty crime's your thing, right?" Harry's voice was poisonous as he squared up against the tugged anxiously on his arm.
"Sweetie, don't, he's not worth your time" She whispered fiercly trying to subdue the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Me? Poor, pathetic and" he gestured to Ginny, making her pink in the cheeks with anger "rather plain little Weasleys are worth this idiots time but not me?" Malfoy purred viciously and pouted, mock-sadly "I'm hurt, Potter" He hissed and his crony, Goyle, positioned at his side, chuckled. Ron rolled his eyes, and Ginny tried to get Harry to look her in the eyes but his piercing eyes were now fixated on Malfoy.
"Take it back, freak" Harry was shaking with anger, tired of the mocking from this boy over the week. Insulting his girlfriend, was taking it one step too far.
"Not likely, Scarboy, lets go" He stormed past Harry and his followers did what they did best. Follow him.
Ginny sat harry down next to her, he was red in the face, his lovely arms flexed in fury and Ginny couldn't help but admire her boyfriend. His fierce, glittering eyes, a pure jade. She looked to his now-tanned features, defined and chiselled face and his fit torso, she became lightheaded just thinking that he was hers.
"...Ginny, have you heard a word I just said?" Harry queried, irritated. She did this all the time, it used to be flattering, but lately Harry felt that she was only interested in the sex.
Dont get him wrong, Harry enjoyed the sex just as much as anyone would, but their relationship was missing something crucial, something he couldn't put his finger he shook it off as usual and fumed about the placid-grey/blue-eyed boy, who seemed to have become even more deathly pale and lanky since the death of his father.
Harry furrowed his brow.
Was it his fault?
Did Lucius Malfoy die because of him?
It was all becoming too much.
The prat was going to pay for what he said to Harry's girlfriend, nonetheless.
Harry abruptly rose from the table, tearing Ginny's attention away from her rambles and she looked up at him, bemused.
"Darling, where are you going?" She murmured, with a dangerous undertone of warning.
"Over to the Slytherin Table, darling" He spat harshly, staring not at Ginny who looked upset by his tone, but at the gaunt, chiseled, pale face of Draco Malfo. Ginny bit her lip and and this was one of those times where Harry was glad she was not a girl to whimper and cry at his slightest aggression. She drew herself up from the table and non-chalantly hoisted her bag onto to her arm before shooting Harry a cutting look and departing from the Great Hall in a way that blatantly said: "You're not getting any for a long long time, boy"
Harry had immediately regretted his poisonous words that had wounded the stunning red-headed girl, she was not who his fury was targeted at. He glared at Malfoy and strode over to where he was sitting.
"I wish you wouldn't waste your time saying nasty things to Ginny, because everyone just sees how pathetic you are in comparison to her. It's a bit sad really." Harry began, his words thickly drenched in mock-pity for the blonde boy. Harry stood his ground as Pansy Parkinson shrilly giggled.
"You're going to take that from a half-blood scar-boy, my love? She purred in his ear, her lips sensually grazing his lobe.
"Silence yourself, Pansy, and I don't appreciate you drooling all over my face" He murmured, staring intently into his toast and poached egg, ignoring Harry altogether as he tried to get Parkinson to restrain herself. Harry stood their frowning at Draco and tried to catch his eye, as Malfoy concentrated on avoiding his stare. Harry's stance faltered and he forced himself to return to his glare.
"I just hope you know that the next time you bother myself or my friends, you slimy little snake, I will make your life a living nightmare" Harry hissed angrily at him and returned to Hermione and Ron, who had been watching the whole ordeal leaned towards him conspiratorily.
Hermioned looked at him nervously, "Harry, you shouldn't have done that. Voldemorts gone, all the houses are supposed to get along!"
"Shuh uhp Hermahnay, vat idjshiot hah i' chomin!" Ron spat food and looked incredulously at his girlfriend as he told her off. Hermione looked hurt and turned away from him, taking her hand out of his and began to stare stormily at her oatmeal. He suddenly seemed to realise that she did not like him telling her to shut up, and after he swallowed his mouthful of chocolate cake he gave her his best puppy-dog look, his red hair falling adorably into his eyes and pouted.
"I'm soooorry, 'Mione" He said apologetically and sweetly and her hurt visibly melted into a face that looked as though she was trying not to smile "I didn't mean to say that, I'm just mad at Malfoy for what he said to my little sister, forgive me?" He murmured sweetly at Hermione. Ron did this every time she was mad at him, lately, and it worked everytime, too.
"Oh Ron" Hermione beamed "It's okay, baby" She slipped her hand back into his and started eating her oatmeal happily before Ron suprised her with a make-out session that didn't suprise Harry one bit.
"Blech, you guys, come find me in the Gryffindor common room, when you're done eating each others faces" He sighed and went to face his doom. Also known as an angry Ginny.