A/N: Sorry this took so long—college caught up to me (and, yes, I know, I deserve a fate worse than death x.x) Also, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Chapter Ten
Harry's mouth dropped. "What are you trying to say?" He asked.
Hermione's face reddened. "Just that—"
"We don't need you to tell us how to act!" Ron interjected.
Harry's eyes widened. "I know!"
"THEN START ACTING LIKE IT!" Ron yelled, storming out.
Hermione glanced back at Harry, and then followed Ron out.
Harry sighed, and then collapsed to the floor.
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Draco felt that he got off easy when Narcissa was nowhere to be found in the upstairs of the manor.
Although, her apparent absence really only delayed the inevitable…
Draco sighed, and then headed back down the stairs.
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Harry had gotten up off the floor, and was now pacing, trying to figure out a way to work things out with Ron, Hermione, Draco, Lucius, the Wizarding World, Dumbledore, Voldemort, Grindlewald…
"Wait…" Harry grumbled. "Those last three are dead." He let out a strangled cry, hitting his forehead in frustration. There had to be a solution to all of this…
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Draco had searched the manor as thoroughly as he felt he could, and Narcissa was still nowhere to be found.
Slightly agitated, he headed back over to the fireplace and flooed home.
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"I hate my life." Harry groaned, as he sunk down onto the couch cushions.
Draco, who had just popped out of the fireplace, frowned. "You know," he began, and paused when Harry jumped up and turned wide eyes to him. "This entire mess is all your fault in the first place!
Harry's mouth hung open slightly, as he tried to come up with a reply to the accusation.
"And," Draco added; "now I have to go and deal with enraged parents, as well as your friends, who undoubtedlyblame me for the entire situation in the first place! And we're not even married!" By now Draco's frown had morphed into a glare, and Harry still had no reply.
"Well?" Draco asked, foot tapping impatiently. "Do you have any reply, scar head?"
At the insulting nickname, Harry returned Draco's glare, "Well, if you hadn't of felt the need to go and blurt out the fact that we would be seeing each other later, then Ron wouldn't of had to find out until later!"
Draco huffed and then stormed out of the room.
Harry groaned, and then resumed his previous spot on the couch in self-defeat.
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"Two days." Harry thought, "Two days, and none of them will talk to me!"
After leaving that night, Draco had simply not spoken to Harry, going out of his way; it seemed, to avoid the Boy Who Lived.
And, aside from Draco not talking to him, Ron had been rather short with him whenever they had an assignment to work on together. It had just been grunts and head jerks, and each action conveyed anger.
To top the two males reaction, Hermione was ignoring him as well. She would come to see Ron, and he would be sitting barely three feet away, and she wouldn't even acknowledge his presence.
All in all, he found their treatment of him aggravating and unfair.
Of course, part of him reasoned, he did deserve it…
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Draco hated work at the moment. Hated it. There was never enough to do to keep his mind off of Harry, or his parents (and, at the thought of his parents, he realized that he still had to tell his mother about Harry… which that thought, of course, brought his accursed mind back to Harry). His boredom increasing, as well as his uncomforting thoughts of forgiving Harry so soon (especially since the bugger had yet to even try to apologize!), and of dealing with reactions of his parents, caused Draco to come up with a drastic conclusion: he was going to have to go into exile, find someone else, and then live out a horrid, horrid, Harry-less life.
Draco groaned, and started to bash his head against the counter. He was acting like a prepubescent girl…
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Harry stared up at the ceiling of the ministry. There had to be something that would allow him to set things right. He frowned. Who did he need to win over first?