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True Draco fans already knew… He's invincible! Read this chapter and you will all realize it. I'm particularly proud of Harry's answer to Draco's 'Missed me?' Please feel free to use that phrase any time! Enjoy!
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Chapter Nine – Broomshed
One week had passed. Harry and his fellow Gryffindors were following Malfoy all over the castle, but nothing happened. They all held their breath when they saw Filch in the corridors, but Malfoy seemed completely unaffected once again.
"Do you believe this guy?" Harry fumed after dinner. "First he's unaffected by Veelas, and now he's immune to Love Potions? It's bloody impossible! I watched him drink it!"
"Neville, are you absolutely sure that you got it right?" Hermione inquired.
"Of course I got it right! Love Potions are very easy to brew, I could've made one in first year!" Neville looked indignant. He knew his plants, and he knew his potions. There was no way he had made a mistake.
"Calm down, mate. It just seems Malfoy is a little smarter than we thought," Ron said. "We need some more ideas."
"Well, work on more ideas. I'm late for detention," Harry said, getting up and heading for the portrait hole.
"Harry!" Hermione cried. "Be careful, alright?"
"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
Harry made his way to Snape's office.
"Potter. Seems you'll be at the Quidditch pitch after all," Snape welcomed him with a nasty smile.
"The broomshed needs to be cleaned thoroughly. Mr. Malfoy will join you shortly."
Harry sighed and set off to the Quidditch pitch. When the stands came into view, he realized how much he missed flying.
Damn Malfoy for getting me into this mess. Missing the last match of the season. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. And I wanted to rub Malfoy's face in the dirt during the final match. It would have been the perfect end of the school year.
Harry arrived at the broomshed and opened the door. He groaned. The shed was an impossible mess. This would take hours and hours. And where the hell was Malfoy anyway?
He turned on the light and started to empty the shed completely, tossing everything outside. After ten minutes, Malfoy emerged from behind the pile of various objects Harry had just thrown out.
"Missed me?" he asked cheerfully.
"Like Voldemort," Harry growled. "Where the hell were you anyway?"
"I just had a little chat with your friend Longbottom," Malfoy continued. "Because even though I already knew he was brewing a Love Potion, I never found out who it was meant for. Honestly, Harry… Filch? That's just nasty."
Harry dropped the pieces of Quidditch protection gear he was holding and stared at Malfoy in astonishment.
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?"
Harry jumped over the pile of brooms and lunged at Malfoy. They both fell to the ground and Harry pinned the Slytherin down violently.
"Gee, Harry, this isn't exactly what I had in mind," Malfoy smirked.
"WILL YOU STOP MOCKING ME YOU SON OF A BITCH?" Harry yelled, beyond furious.
"I'm not mocking you," Malfoy said innocently. "I was only defending myself. Honestly, Harry. You hit me, jinxed me, tried to make me do unspeakable things with some Veela and Filch. Oh, and you knocked me over just know. What on earth did I do to deserve that?"
"I'm going to kill you," Harry hissed. "You will not humiliate me any further."
Malfoy suddenly stopped smirking.
"You can't kill me. I just know you can't," Malfoy whispered. "But, just to be on the safe side…"
Malfoy threw Harry off of him in one fluid motion and got up.
"Now calm down, you moron. I was only teasing you."
Harry got up as well, still shaking with rage. He had his wand out and aimed it at Malfoy.
Malfoy's eyes became hard and cold all of a sudden.
"So, you're serious? Then by all means, Potter, go ahead. Kill me. I dare you."
