Harry Potter sat over a table in the Gryffindor common room, looking
at the paper before him:
All the things Draco Malfoy has said about me:
"Hey, Harry, a Dememtor's behind you!"
"We think he'd do anything for power."
Before Harry could write any further, he was overcome by a huge fit of rage about Draco. He stormed out of the common room, out into the hall.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), he found Draco quickly, his back to Harry, talking to his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry tapped him on the shoulder, and, when he turned, punched him in the face. He jelly-legged Crabbe and Goyle, and started to laugh at Draco, holding his bleeding nose.
At that moment, Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker, walked into the hall, muttering something about Peeves under his breath.
Now, in your head, imagine what this would look like. You see two huge boys on the ground, there legs like jelly, and a student standing over a rival of his, who was bleeding.
"You!" Filch screamed, and grabbed Harry by the arm. He marched him to Dumbledore's office.
Inside, while Filch was telling Dumbledore what had happened, Harry snapped out of it. Shocked at what he had done, he started preparing his speech, in which he would tell Ron and Hermione about his being expelled.
But then, suddenly, Dumbledore interrupted Filch. "I quite agree with Harry," he said quietly.
"What!" Filch and Harry said together.
"I quite agree with Harry," Dumbledore repeated. "Draco is an annoying little brat, and Harry will not get in troubleā¦"
He paused, then smiled.
"Draco will."
(I know this will never happen, but whenever I read about Draco I want it to)
All the things Draco Malfoy has said about me:
"Hey, Harry, a Dememtor's behind you!"
"We think he'd do anything for power."
Before Harry could write any further, he was overcome by a huge fit of rage about Draco. He stormed out of the common room, out into the hall.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), he found Draco quickly, his back to Harry, talking to his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry tapped him on the shoulder, and, when he turned, punched him in the face. He jelly-legged Crabbe and Goyle, and started to laugh at Draco, holding his bleeding nose.
At that moment, Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker, walked into the hall, muttering something about Peeves under his breath.
Now, in your head, imagine what this would look like. You see two huge boys on the ground, there legs like jelly, and a student standing over a rival of his, who was bleeding.
"You!" Filch screamed, and grabbed Harry by the arm. He marched him to Dumbledore's office.
Inside, while Filch was telling Dumbledore what had happened, Harry snapped out of it. Shocked at what he had done, he started preparing his speech, in which he would tell Ron and Hermione about his being expelled.
But then, suddenly, Dumbledore interrupted Filch. "I quite agree with Harry," he said quietly.
"What!" Filch and Harry said together.
"I quite agree with Harry," Dumbledore repeated. "Draco is an annoying little brat, and Harry will not get in troubleā¦"
He paused, then smiled.
"Draco will."
(I know this will never happen, but whenever I read about Draco I want it to)
