Oh.
A/N: This was a rouge plot bunny. It wouldn't go away I swear!
I do not own Harry Potter. Again, Drarry would be cannon, I would have a Maserati, and I would most definitely have a pair of leather pants by now.
Harry was confused.
All morning, the most unusual things had been happening! First, Hermionie had giggled when she saw him. Giggled! Like a gossiping schoolgirl! Ugh. And later, walking to the Great Hall, Seamus had yelled,
"Oi, Potter! Not thinkin about switching houses on us are ya?"
What was that all about? Harry had been greeted by stares and giggles wherever he went. By the time he got to breakfast, he had had enough.
When he entered the Great Hall and was met by laughter, he snapped.
"What is wrong with all you people? I have had enough so tell me, WHAT IS SO FUNNY!"
Everyone stared. Harry fumed.
"UGH! You're talking about me all morning and now you all decide to shut up? This is RIDICULOUS! I am going to my room and I am NOT- What is it Draco?" He asked the boy, who had calmly approached him, interrupting his tirade.
"Umm Harry, dear, I think you've got something of mine." Draco said delicately, looking towards his tie. It was Draco's. Slytherin green and silver.
"Oh."
A/N: When the plot bunnies attack . . . I get no sleep! I wrote this at 3 A.M. so I hope it wasn't too bad! That's slightly worrying since I don't usually make sense at this hour, but then again most of my stories are written around this time and they tend to turn out okay. Oh dear. I seem to be rambling. I do hope you will forgive me haha. I swear it's the sleep deprivation's fault, not mine! Oops, I'm starting to ramble again dangit! Well please R&R but try not to ramble as I do, my dear readers!
(Wow. I have definitely got to go to bed. . . That was almost longer than the story O_o)
