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Pure Malevolence

It had been a rough game. Harry could still picture Malfoy's infuriating sneer as he grabbed the snitch from under Harry's nose. He wiped some mud from his glasses and cursed himself for letting his emotions overrule his mind. The game had not been well timed, because tonight Harry had a date with Cho Chang. This was all he had been able to think of for the past week, ever since Seamus had told him that Cho was a slut.

"Don't talk about her like that!" Harry, the constant gentleman had yelled.

"Its true though," Seamus replied. "She fucked Harold Maude's brother last year, apparently she went completely insane. I have heard she is a total nympho."

Harry has heard rumours of Cho's promiscuity before, but had chosen to ignore them. It was not that he didn't want to screw Cho, just that his sense of human decency made him feel uncomfortable about it.

Harry shuffled back across the lawn to Hogwarts, muddle and tired. He wondered where Hermione and Ron were. They seemed to be increasingly distant to him lately, ever since they had started dating. They only seemed to have time for each other.

"You get worse every game Potter, I cant believe they made you captain." A familiar voice said behind him.

Harry sighed and decided to ignore Malfoy. The last thing he needed right now was to see the Slytherine's sneer of triumph on his face.

"I guess you cant be the hero every day Potter, but at least you will get to catch crabs of Chang tonight."

Harry spun around to face Malfoy, his face burning with hatred.

"Shut the hell up Malfoy, you don't know what your talking about." He said through gritted teeth.

"Oh but I do Potter, you will see what I mean later." With a last contemptuous look at Harry, Malfoy turned and walked off.

Later that evening, whilst scraping the dirt off himself in the shower Harry wondered what Draco had meant by his last comment. He assumed Draco had just been messing with him as usual, but something in the way he had said it had made Harry uncomfortable. He turned the shower off and quickly dried himself. He had more pressing things to worry about, like his date with Cho.

He carefully tried to arrange his hair in an almost neat style, slipped into some clean robes and checked himself over in the mirror. He had no idea what to make of his appearance; he guessed he looked all right. Lots of girls fancied him, and Cho agreed to this date, so he must be decent looking, he thought.

He was meeting Cho outside the great hall, then they were heading outside for a picnic by the lake. Harry had originally had no idea what to do for a date, but as usual Hermione had helped him with the answers.

"Look Harry, just pack a picnic, grab your invisibility cloak and take her down by the lake. It will be so romantic." She had looked up at Ron dreamily before dragging him away.

Nerves fluttered through him, making him almost wont to stop and turn around several times as he made his way downstairs. He had liked Cho for so long, and this was his first proper date with her.

As he neared the hall, some raised voices caught his attention. Warily he followed the noises until he came to what he presumed was a broom cupboard. He listened carefully at the door. There were muffled noises followed by grunting and low moans. Something was terribly wrong, he thought, maybe someone is getting attacked in there. He pulled his wand out of his back pocket and raised it in front of him as he reached for the door handle. In one swift motion he turned the handle and pushed the door open.

There was a glint of silver followed by a scream and a deep laugh.

"Harry! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean… it just happened."

It took Harry a full minute to register what he was witnessing.

Malfoy and Cho. She had her skirt up around her waist, with Malfoy pressing her up against the wall, his pants at his ankles.

"Sorry Potter, did I beat you again today?" Malfoy laughed.

Red-hot hatred burned through Harry, not just at Malfoy, but also at Cho, and at himself for falling for a girl like her.

Malfoy will pay for this, he thought, he was sick to death of the Slytherines leering face.