CHAPTER FOUR: 850 From Gryffindor. (Finished/Edited)

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Harry woke up feeling refreshed and relaxed. Actually, he felt better than he had in ages. He felt like he had been filled with frustration and other crappy emotions and they had just been drained out of him. He felt very comfortable and warm. He made no effort to move, but instead he opened his eyes and looked up to see Malfoy's sleeping face.

Last night came rushing back to him and his face burned crimson at the remembrance of the day before. He had completely broke down. Had a meltdown. A complete meltdown in front of his enemy, who; by the way, had no idea what on Earth was going on. It would have been embarrassing if he had broken down in front of a friend, it would have been even worse if he had broken down in front of a teacher, but nooo. He just had to break down in front of his arch nemesis, AKA the Slytherin Ice Prince. That's humiliation times ten, and then… Instead of picking on him, he comforted him? Well, he hadn't started picking on him yet….

Harry sat up, moving himself off of the blonde, causing his invisibility cloak to slip off of them... (When had that gotten there?...) He groggily dropped himself against the wall to the right of the sleeping form next to him, and vaguely wondered if he was dreaming. He gave himself a pinch, and when it hurt he knew he was really awake.

Draco's Pov:

When the slightly taller blonde sensed the lack of heat he let out an aggravated groan. Did Blaise steal his covers again? If so salazar help him-... Why was everything so...Stony? He squirmed uncomfortably, and realized he was sitting up… Propped up against something stiff...

The blonde stretched as he let out a yawn, and hummed in satisfaction when a couple of joints popped. Had he fallen asleep studding on the common room floor again? He really needed to stop doing that….

Draco sluggishly pulled in his legs, so he was sitting criss cross, and opened his eyes. He took in the sight off the dim, stone walls and floor around him as he furrowed his brows. How'd he get into the dungion corridores? Then he glanced to his left where a certain obnoxious Gryffindor sat… Oh.

"How long'd we sleep?" The blonde asked tiredly as he examined Gryffindor's Golden Boy, making sure he wasn't about to freak out again.

"Umm," The raven haired boy said as he glanced at his watch," It's 'bout half past twelve PM now."

The stared at each other silently for a moment processing this information. Neither of them could soak it in for about a whole fifteen seconds. When those words finally reached base they jumped up and took off. Harry grabbed his cloak of course. They didn't slow their pace until they made it to the entrance of the lunchroom.

They split up without a second glance or word.

Harry's Pov:

Harry went over to his table and tried to sit next to Ron, but all the seats were taken, and Ron wouldn't even look at him.

Harry wasn't really hungry, and he noticed that Hermione wasn't there. He knew that she had to be in the library studying and he never really saw her eat, so he packed up some food in a doggy bag and went to the library, purposefully ignoring the weak throbs his heart gave off. Why did Ron have to be stubborn?

When he arrived to his desired destination he looked around for a bit in the maze of books and shelves until he finally found her in a mountain of books and a mess of parchment near to the back of the colossal room, which in no way surprised him. Seeing his best friend caused a gentle smile to spread across his face, and for the first time in a while he felt reassured.

"Hey Hermione," He hummed.

"Hey Harry," Hermione mumbled barely looking up from her books, "What do you want? I'm kinda busy."

"Oh yeah. Um, I brought you something to eat. I thought you'd be hungry. I haven't seen you eat anything in awhile," He offered holding out the doggy bag of food, his smile growing a bit.

"That's sweet and all, but no food and drinks allowed in the library. Sorry,"The bushy haired girl replied, not looking up from her books.

The raven haired boy's smile faltered for a moment as he started to feel himself sink again, but he pushed that feeling away and smiled again.

"Why don't you come down and eat with us?" He tried to convince.

"No thanks. Busy," She groaned pointing at the books still barely taking the effort to acknowledge that Harry was there.

"Oh. okay," Harry sighed ," Good luck then."

"Thanks," she muttered.

Harry left the library feeling more disheartened than he had when he had when he had come in. He walked back to the lunch room and lunch was over, so he went to his classes. Throughout the day he noticed something strange. People kept whispering and pointing at him. No one would get near him or sit near him, and Ron seemed to be angrier at him than usual. He decided to ignore it and wait. The rumors in hogwarts spread like fire. It would reach him… Eventually... When he got to Snape's class he decided to listen carefully, because the quiet murmuring and odd glances didn't stop… At first he could only catch bits and pieces like his name or the mention of Slytherin, but after listening for a bit longer he heard,

"Yesterday, Harry broke into the Slytherin common room and attacked a fifth year for no reason. No one's seen him since. I think Harry killed him."

The messy haired boy's eyes widened in surprise, and he blinked several times hoping that it would simply alter the words he heard, but they were no help.

"What! No! That's not true!" He bursted.

How could people be believing this? This was ridiculous! Ludicrous!

Everyone gasped except for Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy who didn't look like they bought this insane story, but Ron and Hermione seemed to have a theory of their own as in why Harry had been in the Slytherin common room.

"Potter," Snape hissed, his face curling into a sneer," fifty points from Gryffindor. No yelling in my class."

Harry sat quietly redirecting his attention to his potion in attempt to avoid losing his temper, and to ignore everything people were saying about him, but Malfoy kept shooting magical spitballs at the back of his neck, and it was really annoying. The feeling of slimy spit soaked paper slapping the back of his neck wasn't exactly pleasant. They just kept coming, and coming… And coming… And-

"Malfoy, stop!" Harry whispered furiously.

"Showing hostilely to another student, are we?" Snape said almost happily," minus fifty points."

"But-" He tried to protest, but was immediately interrupted.

"Talking back? Minus one hundred.."

Harry let out a sigh as he stared angrily into his cauldron.

"Sass? Minus two hundred."

Harry looked at Snape in disbelief. How? Why?

"Don't look at me like that. Minus three hundred."

Harry quickly looked back down into his cauldron. His veins felt like they were pumping pure anger, and he was sure that his face was blood red. Because of this, all Gryffindors either hated his guts, were scared of him, or both. He glanced around to see the Slytherins laughing and the Gryffindors looking very distressed. Malfoy was laughing especially hard. Harry wished that he could just spill whatever was boiling inside his cauldron on top of Malfoy's head.

"Slytherin has been doing so good today. I'll reward you with fifty points."

Harry glared at Snape.

"What's wrong Potter?" said Snape in a loathing tone.

"Nothing," He muttered.

After the day was over, and Harry went back to his room and Ron was furious with him.

"Eight hundred and fifty points! Blimey, Harry! And what were you doing in the Slytherin common room last night!? I thought we were mates. If you were going to go pull pranks on the blokes, why couldn't you have brought me along with you- or am I suddenly not good enough for the precious Boy-Who-Lived?!"

Harry hated going to the Gryffindor tower at this point... He either got fussed at or had to face deathly silence.

Harry seems to be in quite the pickle lol I Hope you all enjoyed and remember that comments are appreciated! See ya next time!