Keep on Fighting, Chapter Eleven: "Hide From My Friends!"
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Hello, once again! Yes, I am back. I have not died. I just have been very lazy. Gomen nasai! Anyway, my Harry/Draco fics are back in commission, and I hope you like this next chapter of the story. Carry on!
Chapter Eleven: "Hide From My Friends!"
"What are you guys doing back so early? Break doesn't end for another week, and I know something had to have happened, so don't lie."
"We got kicked out, so we had to come back to Hogwarts," said Ron dejectedly.
"Oh," said Harry. He was distracted because he was watching Draco move different objects that were around the room. Harry started laughing as Draco picked up Ron's trunk and out it by his bed, while Ron watched with a look of horror on his face.
"Harry, quit that!" exclaimed Hermione.
"I'm not doing it, though. That's what makes it so funny. Look, I don't have my wand on me; it's in my trunk," he said, pointing to his own trunk.
"Well, if you're not doing this, than who is?" asked Hermione.
"Peeves is. I told him to leave me alone, but he won't listen to me." At that point, the books that were traveling across the room stopped. Then, one of the books launched itself at Harry, who ducked just in time. "See? He won't leave me...Ow! Ow! Ow!" Three books launched themselves at Harry one right after the other.
"Harry, what did you do to piss him off so bad?" asked Ron, dodging another book aimed at Harry.
"Ow! I exist, apparently," he said massaging his forehead, which was by now a bright red. "Stop it," he hissed at "Peeves" as he went by. (He was carrying a book, so it wasn't really all that hard to see him.)
"Maybe we should leave the room, Harry. It might help," added Hermione as two more books flew at Harry. This time, Harry dodged them by standing.
"I think that's a good id..." Whack! Harry staggered and fell back onto the bed.
"Harry! Are you all right," exclaimed Hermione. Harry sat up and blinked a couple of times.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Ow, that hurt," muttered Harry, massaging his cheek. He glared at where "Peeves" was and then flipped him off. The pillow that had been picked up off the bed launched itself at Harry, who caught it and threw it back to its place. Harry stood up and opened the door.
"Come on, let's go. I'm getting sick of his sense of humor," said Harry. Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, shrugged their shoulders and followed Harry.
"So, why are you two back so early? I thought you were gonna stay the whole time. Why'd you get kicked out?"
"We were, but Percy showed up, and you know what happens when he does. It was a constant war at my house," said Ron with a dark look in his eyes. "Mum didn't want us to stay when we wouldn't get to talk with anyone, so she sent us back."
"Ah, I see."
"So, what have you been up to, Harry? Besides pissing Peeves off," added Ron.
"Nothing really. Just trying to avoid Malfoy as best I can," he said. 'I didn't succeed too well, either,' he thought.
"Harry, are you all right? You seem preoccupied, mate. Did Malfoy do something to you?" asked Ron, balling up his fists.
"Easy, Ron. Malfoy didn't do anything to me." 'At least,' Harry thought, 'Nothing that I didn't ask him to do. For the most part.'
"Well, we haven't eaten anything all day, so we're gonna go get some food. You wanna come?" asked Hermione.
"No thanks. I just ate."
"Okay, mate. See ya later." As soon as Harry was sure that Ron and Hermione were out of hearing-range of the Common Room, Harry turned around.
"Draco Malfoy, get your ass down here now!" he shouted. Harry heard the dorm room door open and close, then footsteps stomping down the stairs. Suddenly, Draco appeared in front of Harry, looking very pissed off.
"What the hell is your problem? do you have a death wish or something?"
"Apparently, I do, but what the hell is your problem?"
"What was I supposed to say? Tell them that you were in the room? You should know by now that Ron and Hermione are looking for an excuse, any excuse, to get you in trouble."
"Well, excuse me for not wanting to be the secret in the closet."
Dun dun dun! Uh-oh! Draco's pissed. What will happen next? Well, I guess you'll have to wait to find out, won't you? Until then, two sugar cookies will be your treat for reviewing. (And no, they are not left over from Christmas. At least, I don't think so...) Anyway, a couple of clarifications for this chapter. Yes, the bracelet is still on Harry's wrist; he's just taken to wearing long-sleeved shirts to hide it. And yes, Percy is still an insufferable idiot, as are Ron and Hermione, in this story. Sorry to all of you Ron/Hermione fans! I apologize for the shortness, but as I have said before, that's just how I wrote the story originally. Thank you for your patience, and until next time, this is Ryo-sama signing out!