DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. e_e If I did, it'd probably be half-assed and have some fucked up yaoi pr0n scenes. e_e
"So you're brother got all pissed because you wanted a friend over?" Blaise asked as he and Harry sat in the kitchens. Harry nodded grimly and Blaise sighed. "Well, to quote my father on his boss, Malfoy's a dickhead who couldn't find his ass with a map," he said, smirking. Harry blinked a few times before the two were doubled over in laughter. Blaise wiped a few tears away from his eyes once the two died down into silence and turned his attention to the book they had, until previously, been looking at. "So you think that you have the pendant mentioned in this article?"
Harry nodded and pulled the pendant out from under his shirt. "Yeah, but I scoured our library and we don't have any book mentioning Mathibus Lucifer, other than this little tidbit here," Harry said, grimacing. "Kinda odd though. I mean, our library has every book that mentions anything dark arts or similar. So this book has to be really rare or this pendant is 'light'." The two were quiet at the thought. Something 'light' in the Malfoy household? That was like having 'Uncle' Severus Snape wear a dress and screw Remus Lupin. Unheard of.
"Well, I suppose we could ask one of those Unspeakables. I mean, don't most of them have an immense amount of knowledge? They have to have something on this man. He created a piece of damn jewelry for Christ sake!" Blaise said, studying the pendant. "I'm sure my dad could bring us to the Ministry tomorrow." Harry chuckled and nodded. Blaise would do anything to help his friend out, even drag them on a field trip to the Ministry. "So it's settled then. You and I will Floo to my house tonight when I leave and tomorrow my dad will bring us to work." Just then the door to the kitchens opened and in marched Draco and his bumbling idiot friends.
"Well well well, boys, my brother and his dimwit friend. In the library as per usual," sneered Draco. A look of pure disgust was printed on each of their faces, as if stepping in the library had made them equally stick to their stomach. Of course it would, they never came in here. It was Harry and Blaise's own personal hideaway. No one bothered them because, honestly, who would stop a child from learning?
"And what do we owe this…great pleasure, Draco?" said Harry, tucking the pendant back in before his brother noticed it. Blaise looked at his friend and saw the careful calculating gaze in his eyes. The gaze was rarely seen, but when it was, you knew that Harry meant business and didn't want to be messed with. It was a gaze that meant danger was coming, a danger that would be aimed straight at the source of anger.
Draco cocked an eyebrow, mimicking something he had seen his father do daily. "Well, Harriet, we wanted you and your friend to go and tend to our horses and make sure that they are ready to be rode, but I suppose you are to stupid to do even that," sneered Draco. Infuriating Harry had been one of Draco's favorite past times since the boys were four. Granted it had just started as simple toy stealing or name calling, it had escalated into knowing exactly what buttons to press and when to press them.
Harry glowered at his brother and clenched his fists, as if ready to punch his brother. A surge of power and magic rushed through his body, something he had never felt before, and then there was a BANG! The table next to Draco and his lackeys exploded into pieces, sending the children flying. Harry and Blaise sailed into the air and landed neatly on their feet while Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle flat on their backs. Harry made a silent thanks that his parents weren't there at the time to hear the explosion, nor to see the mess that had been caused.
Draco stood up and glowered at his brother. "You just wait! I'll tell Father what you did and he'll cane you! Just wait, Harriet!" yelled Draco, stomping off, Crabbe and Goyle bumbling after him. It was a few minutes before they heard the slam of the library door.
Blaise turned to Harry and gaped at him. "That was WICKED Harry!" he said in awe. "How'd you do it?" Blaise asked, eyes wide in wonder and amazement. Harry gave a small shrug and explained to Blaise the feeling of the power and magic that had surged through him and released in one big bang. Blaise smiled and clapped his friend on the back. "Well it was bloody brilliant. Maybe you can do that again, eh? Send 'em straight out the window." The two giggled at the thought before looking at the mess. "Uh, maybe not. Look at this mess we have to clean up," Blaise groaned, shaking his head in dread at what they had to clean up.
Harry smiled and patted Blaise's shoulder. "Nah. Dobby can help us," said Harry with a grin. Dobby was one of the House Elves at the Malfoy Mansion. He had helped raise Harry and Draco when nannies or their parents weren't available. "Dobby!" Harry called, letting his voice ring in the air. There was a few seconds and then the familiar noise of Apparation. The House El looked at Harry and beamed fondly. "Dobby, can you help us clean this up? We kinda broke a table," Harry said, smiling guiltily.
"Of course Young Master Harry and Master Blaise. Dobby would be most honored," squeaked the Elf. With a snap of his fingers, Dobby had repaired the table and cleared away the settling sawdust from the explosion. Even the boys clothes were wiped clean of evidence. The Elf bowed to both boys when they were done and then, with another CRACK!, Apparated back to the kitchens.
It was a few hours later that Blaise left, shortly before Lucius returned from work. It didn't take long for Draco to run tattling to the boys father. Thankfully, from the help of Dobby, there was no evidence that the table had even broken, much less exploded, as Draco had said. For once, Harry was let off with no word of scolding for making his brother believe such 'horrible and disgusting lies'.
A/N: I did rewrite this chapter. The first version of it, I was not satisfied with. It had many grammar errors and a lot of words seven year olds wouldn't be using, even if they weren't scolded for cursing. This version is much better and I'm glad I rewrote it. If I didn't, I probably wouldn't have decided to continue. Ha! So, review please. =D