A/N: This is my new story, but honestly, I'm just taking a shot, and I don't even know what its going to be. It might not be good, it might be good, who knows. But until I figure out what road this is going to take, then I'm just going where my muse tells me too. So, Enjoy I guess...
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So I guess that I was screwed. That essay, that really important essay for Snape, god I hate that ass, wasn't done, and he doesn't let you pass it in late. But that's ok I guess, Hermione wasn't going to be happy; this was the third essay this term that I skimped out on doing. You know what though? Its ok, I don't really mind. I had to find Harry; we always went together, and bore whatever evils that Snape had in store for us.
"'ey! Carrot top!" I swear his insults get worse every year. I sped up a little, I didn't feel like talking to him at all right now. He was like an itch that you couldn't quite reach; always there, but the more you itch it, the worse it gets. I had to try to ignore it.
"Oh, so you're ignoring me now huh? I bet that won't last long, you wanker." I gritted my teeth. Man this kid could really get under your skin. Maybe he was more of a parasite, latched onto you until you used a special antiseptic on him. Or drowned him in the toilet, that always worked too.
"And how would you know? Watching, have you?" I replied with a sneer. I still wasn't going to look at him, and my pace hadn't slowed a bit. Sadly, his hadn't either, and I think he was actually gaining on me.
"Maybe I have," he retorted coolly, "I bet you think that would be hot, me watching you. Doing that," His voice dropped down in volume and an octave and became husky and sweet. I squared my jaw, trying to ignore his talking, and kept walking to where I hoped beyond hope, that Harry would be. I could hear him walking, even breathing, and I was glad he had stopped talking. Maybe now, I could focus on my haphazard looking future.
I finally had walked down that impossibly long hallway which after six years, had still baffled me as to its length. There was a staircase that wend down, and only down, into the dungeons. I was supposed to meet the raven-haired Harry here, and yup, so far he was a no-show. I rolled my eyes. 'Harry would be late to a battle with dear ol' Voldie.' I thought to myself. I tapped my foot; there wasn't too much time before I would be late, I'd say about five minutes, but still.
I guess parasite boy had decided to leave me alone, but no, there he was, regarding me with placid and cool look on his face. He was leaning against the wall, the epitome of cool, his arms crossed across his chest, just his torso touching the wall at all. His hair was resting just above his half closed eyes, and had a look of indifference on his face, but I know better. I know he's watching me. I look away, and then, getting bored of counting the stones on the wall, I only got to 17, I looked back at him. He raised one eyebrow haughtily and flashed me a lazy smile, and I gave him a look of contempt, which seemed to make him happier. Finally I heard footsteps flying down the hall, and I turned around, and a smile came about my freckly face at seeing Harry. He was a mess; his messy hair was flapping about his face, shoes were untied, shirt untucked, bag open with various papers flying out. Yup, that was Harry alright. I gave him a wide smile, thankful that I wasn't alone anymore, well, not that I was before, but Harry was a friend.
As I smiled, I could see that Parasite got a scowl on his face. I visibly relaxed, and then Harry noticed that he was standing there. His demeanor changed, and he was not longer smiling. He nodded his head towards the boy.
"Malfoy," he said coolly.
"Potter," he responded, a sneer gracing his face. He shot a look at me, not quite full of contempt, but then again, he was a Malfoy, so it wasn't that nice either. I shrugged, receiving another look from Harry, this one full of confusion.
"And what was that all about?"
"I don't know."
"You were standing here with Ferret," I nodded, "And you two weren't bickering? Not even talking?"
"Well, not exactly not talking, but more like...I'm not really sure. He was being Malfoy, but different. Maybe like a parasite."
"Come on, lets go. We'll be late," he said, heading off towards the dungeons, "He's always a parasite. After six years, please tell me that you had noticed that before. Crap, I forgot to do my essay." Damn. He didn't do his either. This was great, now Snape was going to be totally evil.
"Wow, you're not totally ADD."
"How do you know about ADD? That's a muggle disease."
"It's called Hermione."
"Oh." He nodded understandingly. The numbers of students in the halls, well the dungeon halls, were diminishing rapidly.
"Mate, we'd better hurry!" I cried, at least lets not be late. We practically started to run, and we saw others doing the same. Harry snorted besides me.
"Ron, look at Millicent," he said, snorting with laughter as he ran. I swear, one day he was going to fall and break his nose laughing and running at the same time. But I couldn't help myself and I looked over. I started to laugh too, and running became hard as a result. Millicent was running like a bull, and if anyone was in her way, which actually happened more than once, they would be bowled over. I felt bad for the gaggle of first years that went down like powling bins, or what ever Hermione calls them, but she kept running like she didn't even feel them. Snape too, was almost hit, and that sent us over the edge. We fell into the classroom and tried to stop our laughter.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for being distractions in the classroom," Snape drawled as he walked in, closing the door behind him with a bang; many students jumped in their seats. Our side of the room groaned, and the Slytherin side of room had smug little looks on their faces. This shut Harry and I up right away. We scrambled to our seats faster than the gnomes in our backyard when Crookshanks is over.
"Where were you two?" Hermione asked, her mouth not moving visibly, but you could hear the annoyance in her voice.
"I was waiting for slow-poke here," I said nodding my head towards Harry, Hermione's eyes got wide, shaking her head, and I was about to open my mouth again, but a wand smacked my head pretty hard.
"Are you quite finished Mr. Weasley?"
"Y-yes sir,"
"Good," he walked back to the front of the classroom, "Everyone take out your essays."
This was going to be one long day.
