…Eraser?
By: Shy-Hime
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Summary: Harry is bored. He has an eraser in his robe pocket for some odd reason. Draco is looking for a fight. "Harry stared at the eraser in the palm of his hand. He shrugged, 'Oh well, he's asking for it.'"
NOTE: This is set in third year.
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Harry skipped down the halls of Hogwarts humming some song that had no actual tune. Harry stopped. His shoulders drooped and he sighed. He tilted his head back and gazed at the ceiling with a somewhat stupid expression on his face. "Bored…," he stated.
Everyone in the hallway froze. They all stared at Harry with wide eyes before at some unseen signal they scattered. Harry was soon alone in the large hallway, staring somewhat stupidly at the ceiling. He continued to stare at the apparently interesting ceiling and didn't notice Draco coming down the hall.
"Hey, Potter!" Draco called. Harry didn't respond. Draco either didn't notice or didn't care. "So how's your mudblood of a mother doing? Oh wait, she's not here!"
Harry's head came back down to earth, so to say. He tilted his head to the side, mouth open slightly, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"
Draco blinked, "Say what…?"
Harry's eyes became hooded, "Were you saying something?"
Draco ignored the signs obviously pointing at a bored Harry Potter. He smirked coolly, "I was asking how your dead mudblood mother was doing." Draco's arms were crossed over his chest and he was staring spuriously down at Harry.
Harry looked at the stone floor. He slipped his hand into his robe pocket and grasped what was in it. Draco did not notice. He pulled it out. Harry stared at the eraser in the palm of his hand. He shrugged, 'Oh well, he's asking for it.'
Lifting his hand so it was leveled with his face, Harry lifted his other hand and…flicked the eraser at Draco's face. It smacked him right in between his eyes. Draco jerked back and his arms unfolded and he tripped over his robes. The blonde tumbled down ungracefully and he stared at the eraser in his lap stupidly.
When he looked up the green-eyed brunette was nowhere to be seen. Unknown to him, Harry was at the other end of the hallway taking pictures of the grey-eyed teen's ungraceful moment. Well, at least his boredom was satisfied for the moment.
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Shy-Hime: I have no idea where this came from…