Description: This is some slightly-OOC stuff that I came up with late one night. Takes place one year after Harry kills Voldemort.
Disclaimer: If you think this was written by J.K. Rowling, then you're on way more drugs than any one person should take.
It was over, Harry repeatedly told himself. The war was over. Voldemort was dead, along with the majority of the Death Eaters. The Malfoy family had squeaked by with a hefty fine, as they had somehow convinced the Wizengamot that they had been allowing the use of their ancestral home as the base of operations for Voldemort's forces against their will. Draco was at the school, as the Wizengamot had tested the entire graduating class and declared that the majority of them had to repeat their seventh year – which obviously included the Trio, as they had been absent for all but about eight hours of their seventh year at Hogwarts.
At that moment in time, Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table during lunch, idly wondering what he was supposed to do with his life. Almost everything up until almost four months ago had been either fighting Voldemort or hiding from him. Ever since then, Harry had been simply drifting through life, without a clue as to what to do next.
"C'mon, Harry, we're going to be late for class," Ron said. The redhead blinked, confused. "I think I'm channeling Hermione…wonder what she's up to?" Hermione had been one of very few students that had passed the tests and had been able to graduate from Hogwarts. "Anyway, come on." Harry nodded silently, standing up and grabbing his bag. The two walked quietly to class.
"It's not the same," Harry said suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Ron said.
"Without Hermione here. It's not the same," Harry elaborated.
"I know what you mean," Ron said. "Is it just me, or did we seem to lose our way after the war ended? Without Hermione here, we don't seem to have the drive we used to."
"Yeah," Harry muttered, staring ahead and not even focusing on where he was going.
"Missing your Mudblood whore, Scarhead?" A voice hissed from behind them. Ron sighed.
"Malfoy, do you ever learn? Pansy is the one who's wanking people off in the Prefect's bathroom for two Galleons a pop, not Hermione. Pansy. Not Hermione. Try to keep it straight, you bloody ponce."
"Shut up, you blood traitor!" Draco growled, reaching for his wand, then yelping when it disappeared from his hand. "What the hell did you do with my wand?"
"I didn't do anything," Ron said, snickering.
"I did," Harry said tiredly, turning around and twirling Malfoy's wand between his fingers. "And once you learn how things work, you can have it back."
"I'll get you for this, Potter!" Malfoy spat.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," the three heard. They looked in the direction of the voice and found Filch standing there. "Malfoy, there's no learning curve with you, is there?"
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked curiously.
Filch pointed at Harry. "This boy, while extremely messy, has more power than you and the ginger combined," he said slowly and clearly, as one would speak to a mental deficient. "He's defeated the Dark Lord…six times?" Harry nodded, and Filch continued, "Six times, and the last time, he killed him! So what chance do you think you stand, you bloody idiot?"
"He should learn to respect his betters," Malfoy began, but Filch cut him off.
"Breeding doesn't mean shit, you knobsock!" Filch shouted.
"Did he really just call Malfoy a knobsock?" Ron asked Harry quietly. Harry nodded. "Any idea what a knobsock is?" Harry shook his head.
Ignorant of this by-play, Filch went on. "Honestly, kid, are you naturally this stupid, or did you take a class? Because I know for a fact that Potter would wipe the floor with you. Which might not be a good thing," Filch said, examining Malfoy's head, "Considering there's probably some sort of product in your hair. Grow up. The sun sets in the west, your father has sex with sheep, water is wet, Ron Weasley's a ginger, Dumbledore is dead, your fiancée's a slut, and nobody's sure whether Severus Snape was on our side or theirs during the war."
"He was on his own side, I think," Harry interjected thoughtfully.
