Disclaimer. I am not J.K Rowling and i never will be. I do not own any of the Harry Potter Character and i never will. I do not have the rights to any of her book.
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Chapter 1It begins
"You take that back!" Ron yelled as he lunged at Malfoy.
Hermione and I both grabbed an arm instinctively to hold him back. This had become a routine of ours for the last two weeks. Each morning after breakfast, we would leave the great hall and every time somewhere between there and the Gryffindor common room we'd run into Malfoy and he and Ron would start to brawl.
"Ha, look at the little weasel; he couldn't hit me even if his friends weren't here." Malfoy had a very nasty smirk on his ugly rat like face. "What's the matter, Potter? Won't let anyone else get hurt on your account?"
I don't remember when I let go of Ron, (it was some time in between the sm and the erck) but before I could roll my sleeves up he had broken free of Hermione and they were rolling on the floor.
My name's Harry Potter, and this is my life... Ok, that sounded cheesy.
"You take that back!" I lunged at Malfoy but Harry and Herm stopped me, they do every time we start to brawl.
"Ha, look at the little weasel; he couldn't hit me even if his friends weren't here." Malfoy had a very nasty smirk on his face. I wanted to punch him so badly, so I did. Harry had let me go. I didn't even hear what the little git said as I freed myself from Herm.
Malfoy fell to the floor, and within seconds I was on top of him, hitting every inch of him. I hope I mess up his perfect little face for good this time.
"Ron, you're going to get in trouble!" Hermione complained, as I continued my maiming.
She had only distracted me. It didn't stop me, though it gave Malfoy a chance to hit me.
I'll have to tell her to stop trying to help me.
My name's Ron Weasley but you probably all ready know that.
"You take that back!" Ron tried to get at Malfoy but I stopped him. I could have done it without Harry, but he insisted on helping.
Those two have been at it for two weeks now. Malfoy is such a big git, there he goes again with another one of his "Look at me, I'm Draco Malfoy" smirks and a snide remark. I decided that there was no point of holding Ron anymore, so I let him go.
Hmmm… Maybe I should stop him now. "Ron, you're going to get in trouble!" I told him, but it didn't work. Ouch! Malfoy got one in, maybe that will make Ron stop. It didn't,
"You bastard, I'll make you pay. Ron, save some for me." Oh great, now Harry's at it too.
They're going to kill him.
My name's Hermione Granger and this is why I'm glad I'm not a boy.
"You take that back!" Weasley lunged at me but he didn't get very far, Potter and the mudblood held him back.
Not like it would have mattered. In the last two weeks he's tried this I'd end up knocking him around and he'd limp away crying. "Ha, look at the little weasel; he couldn't hit me even if his friends weren't here." That was one of my best smirks. That'll teach... What the!. He hit me! Aarghh, my perfect face.
"Ron, you're going to get in trouble." Good job Granger, this is my chance. I hit him, any moment now he'll start crying. Fuck, now Potter's on me too. "Harry, Ron get off, here comes the professor!"
God, she whines a lot. She pulled them off, good I can breathe again. Oh, shit, she was telling the truth, here comes Professor McGonagall. I'd better get out of here.
My name's Draco Malfoy, and I'm the best looking guy in the school.