A/N: So, Rage

A/N: So, Rage. It's a horribly beautiful thing. I really am just diving into this, since I'm starting to figure out what I'm going to do on my FF50, and I'm putting all of my energy into that. Well, most of it anyway. I hope that this is a good story! Ah. Rage. I just had to use Harry and Draco. It's at the beginning of the fifth book/movie/whatev, when Harry's about to pounce on Draco. What if Ron had never held him back?! O.o

DISCLAIMER! I don't own this.

"Oh, look, it's Potter!" Harry, Ron, and Hermione all shared a simultaneous rolling of eyes as Draco and his posse came strolling up behind them. Harry didn't wanna hear what he had to say, so he tried to tune them out.

He was already dealing with too much on his first night back at Hogwarts. Only when he heard something about prison, Sirius, and his mental status, Harry, not really caring about the context in Draco's sentence, pounced on him, not listening to Ron's bellowed "Stop, Harry!" and Hermione's random shriek, let alone Draco's posse.

With every word, he punched. "Don't-ever-talk-about-me-or-my-godfather-again!"

"Ah," Draco cried, "but he's your dead godfather, of course." Harry, roaring, whipped out his wand, and hexed Draco until he was barely recognizable.

He got off of Draco and walked away swiftly, causing Ron and Hermione to follow, worried. "Harry, what if a teacher saw that? What if he tells? He's a prefect, you know, they'll believe him and everything…"

"Well, you're a prefect too, you can tell them that he's lying," Harry grumbled, walking faster.

Ron looked at Harry with wide eyes. "I know he was talking about you and Sirius and stuff, but really, mate, you can get into loads of trouble. Besides, you didn't need to flip out like that."

Suddenly, Harry stopped walking, rounding on Ron. "What, so you're on his side now? Ready to ridicule me like him and everyone else? Don't' give me that rubbish, Ron. Don't make me hex you."

"Hey, mate, I'm not taking sides! Besides, you don't have to yell…people are staring at us." Harry looked around to see that, in fact, people were staring.

"I'm sorry, Ron," Harry said, still loud and sounding angry. "I'm just…"

"Rife with boyish attitude?" Hermione suggested.

Harry and Ron looked at her, confused. She blushed. "Just something I heard on the Internet. Please, Ron, don't ask, I'll tell you later."

"Okay, then," Ron said, rolling his eyes. He then looked at Harry, still a hint of worry in his face. "So, are you alright, Harry?"

"I'm still very angry," Harry grumbled. "But I think I can hold that in for a while."

A/N: Failed story attempt much, don't you think? At least I tried. You know, I never seem to like anything I write lol. Do you all feel like that sometimes? Eugh.

Well, anyways, you can go review if you want…or you can partake in that poll on my page. It's very useful to both my imagination and writing and your sheer pleasure and amusement.

HA, 'Rife with boyish attitude'. Straight from PPP. I don't own Potter Puppet Pals either!! Ah, but I wish I did…