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Feel free to marvel at the wonder that is called a new update! This is actually coming earlier than it would have and this is because I just recently noticed that I have received over 100 reviews! So this chapter is a kind of thank-you-for-100+ reviews! It is especially dedicated to all those who actually have reviewed, even if I am grateful to those who just read and enjoy it too. But showing your love in a review just makes me extra happy!
So I shouldn't keep you any longer, I hope you enjoy this chapter though it probably isn't too exciting.. sorry, sometimes you need to simply slow the pace to piece things together.
Chapter 12
When Harry went back to his room that evening, he took precautions against Malfoy. Sneaking along the corridor, he knocked on the door. When no one opened it or even responded to his knocking, he carefully unlocked it and peaked his head in before entering fully. After all, one could not trust Malfoy. He might have been sitting in there and simply ignored the knocking like the bastard he was. But there was no blonde git in the room. Harry sighed out in relief. Now he would have some time for himself to sit and think about his Asian beauty.
Ah, Cho really was one of a kind. So beautiful and so kind as to let him hide out in her room when he needed to. She had saved him that day, he was sure of it. His guardian angel. Harry frowned at this thought. He didn't really want to think of her as such, no, it felt more noble, and fitting, that she should be the one to think of Harry as her guardian angel, ready to swoop down and save her from all and any danger she might be in. Yes, he could just imagine it. He would save her from all dangers, kick the ass of anyone who might be trying to hurt her. Not that he could imagine anyone wanting to hurt her, the very thought was bizarre to the brunette. Cho was a treasure to be protected and worshipped. That something should want to taint her was sacrilege to Harry. She was as pure as a lily, floating on the stream. Harry smiled at the metaphor. He should tell it to her and see her face light up in happiness from the compliment. Harry fell asleep, thinking about her gentle smile.
Things would, however, not stay in such a dreamlike state for long. A man stood in the courtyard, counting the windows of the building. He smiled as he found the one he was looking for and hefted the brick in his hand. It was nothing that would do any particular damage to the boy, unless he got in a lucky shot, but he loved to watch the anguish of the ones he was set to hunt. And this boy was not an exception. He would enjoy tormenting him, until his employee gave him the final okay and he could finally sink his dagger into the sweet flesh.
With a swift movement of his arm, the brick was flying through the air and breaking the window with a loud sound. It caused Harry to scream in chorus with the pieces of broken glass that scattered across the floor, his pleasant dreams of Cho shattered. Sitting up, Harry found himself facing chaos. Unable to see well with his glasses of in addition to darkness, Harry managed to step right on the brick as he got up.
"Argh! Bloody...!" He swore, pulling his feet back quickly. What the hell is this? he thought to himself and grabbed his glasses. The glass shining on the floor suddenly became clearer and Harry gaped. What had happened for the glass to just explode like that? His eyes fell on the brick and he picked it up, shocked as realisation hit him. Someone had just thrown a freaking brick through his window. What kind of bad prank was that, anyway? He had heard of people sending messages by tying them to bricks and stones, but the room was devoid of any scraps of paper. So it had just been a mindless act of violence then, had it?
Treading carefully over the floor, making sure that he did not step on any of the glass Harry went over to the window and looked out. It was a full moon that night so the courtyard was brightly lit, almost every crevice illuminated. The courtyard was also extremely empty, nothing stirred the silence of the night. Well, at least not during the first few seconds but then a light went on and then another as people who had been awakened by the noise tried to figure out what it had been.
In his room, Harry sighed. He had been a bit scared at first when he could see no one outside, a reminder his childhood fears of ghosts and monsters resurfacing, but the knowledge that others were awake and watching made him feel secure. After all, it had probably only been some stupid punk.
Turning the light on Harry looked at the mess on his floor and the desk that stood by the window. He would need to vacuum in the morning, but for the moment he did what he could and gathered the large shards, placing them on the desk. As long as he remembered to step carefully in the morning he would probably be al right.
The next morning Harry woke up grumpy. The broken window had let in cold air all night and he had kept waking up because of the chill. He had to get up earlier than usual, too, if he wanted to have the time to clean up the mess before lessons started. And of course he managed to step on the glass as he got out of bed, groggy and still not quite awake. It had hurt like hell and he managed to waste almost fifteen minutes just to make sure all the glass was gone from his foot. It wasn't bleeding too badly at the very least, so after cleaning it Harry put on his shoes. There was no point in trying his luck.
The foot pained him as he walked down to the manager's office to ask for the vacuum cleaner. For some reason he blamed Malfoy for the whole ordeal. Maybe he ought to just leave the glass there for the blonde to step in, Harry maliciously thought as he knocked on the door. It would serve him right. But then the door was opened and the youth found that he needed to voice his request.
"Ah, hi!" he said, a shocked by the giant man that greeted him "I would like to borrow the vacuum cleaner... someone broke the window in my room."
The manager just stared at him, raising his bushy eyebrows high. Harry feared that he would get mad and what the consequences of that would be, but then the expression changed and he looked concerned.
"Oh, tha' sounds bad. Hold on a second and I'll come with ya, lad."
He turned around and walked back into his office, only to reappear a minute later with the cleaning equipment and a plastic sac.
"Wouldn't want to get the rain in, now would ya?"
He said as an explanation when Harry looked at the sac curiously.
"By the way, I'm Hagrid."
The big man managed to move things around so that he could reach out his hand to Harry. The fact that it happened to be his left hand didn't seem to concern him much.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter. Nice to meet you."
The brunette answered in return, taking Hagrid's left hand with his own. They chatted a bit on their way to his room and Harry found that he quite liked the large manager. Even though he was huge and looked like he could crush Harry's skull in one hand he was very kind. When Harry let them in to his room Hagrid sighed and shook his head.
"Would'ya look at tha' mess? Worse even then what my Fluffy did to the front doors, once."
"Fluffy?" Harry found himself asking, "Who's that?"
"It's my dog, lad. She's a beauty. Ye can meet her later, if ye have the time before yer lessons. I just know yer gonna love her, everyone does."
Fluffy turned out, after they had vacuum cleaned the floor and fastened the bag over the window, to be the largest dog Harry had ever seen. She was easily as tall as him, probably even taller, when she stood on her hind legs and the mass of her body was enough to knock Harry over when she came to greet him. Well, Hagrid called it a greeting, but the youth wasn't sure he agreed. She had rushed him like a bloodhound rushes its prey and then stood over him, saliva dripping from her gaping mouth. Hagrid had to drag her away from Harry so that he could stand up, but he was still very vary of the dog and the way she was looking at him. He did not feel up to being her dinner.
"Ah, isn't she just wonderful?" Hagrid gushed, patting her enormous head and giving her a kiss on the nose. Harry couldn't force himself to give anything but a unidentifiable sound that he hoped would be seen as an affirmative. He left not long after, giving the excuse of having to get to the dinner hall and eat before all food was gone. And when he left he rushed, because he could tell that Hagrid had been on the verge of inviting him to eat breakfast there.
Draco paced the room as he impatiently waited for Blaise to return. He had told his friend to be there when he came, yet for some reason the dark skinned man had decided to let him wait. Draco hated waiting more than anything. It was dull and was not productive. Waiting was waiting, long parts of one's life wasted away in utter boredom. And the blonde loathed boredom more than anything else. That's why he never kept to one partner, no matter how good they were in bed. Once they became a part of his everyday life they had become boring and he would move on to the next one. It wasn't his fault that they got upset and cried about it. After all, they all knew, on some level, just what kind of relationship they were in. Everyone knew that the gorgeous Draco Malfoy was not going to let himself get tamed by anyone.
Yet as he waited for Blaise his mind started drifting and before he knew it his thoughts were focused on a certain black haired boy and then memories of how his face had looked when he was aroused. Draco yearned for Harry, more than he himself was aware of. He wanted to kiss down the length of his bare neck and sense the small shivers that would go through Harry as he did so. He wanted to hold him close and run his hands through those jet black curls. And he wanted to do so much more, but before his mind wandered there Blaise strode in to the room.
"About time, Blaise." Draco said, annoyed, but whether it was because he had been forced to wait or because the entrance had interrupted his line of thought was something he chose not to think about.
"Now I need your assistance. Sit down, this is going to take a while."
Blaise sat obediently in a stuffed armchair, looking out over his mother's field. He was wondering what mischief Draco might have in mind now and if it was something concerning that Potter brat. As he had expected it was and the fact made him angry. He had to force himself to remain an impassive expression, even though he couldn't stop the angry twitch of his mouth.
"Just what is it that you want me to do, Draco?"
The blonde closed his mouth in annoyance. He had been in the process of outlining his plan to Blaise and the boy had dared to interrupt him in the middle of it. Yet he chose not to comment on it for the moment. He had matters that were of more concern to him and he couldn't bother with teaching Blaise proper manners just then.
"I need your contact to find someone who can pretend to attack Harry for me, so that I can appear to rescue him in turn. He will end up seeing..."
For the second time that day, Blaise interrupted him. But not to say anything, instead he was laughing hysterically.
Yeeees, nothing to fancy there. But hey, there was Hagrid! Even though I can not write the strange way he speaks in at all, so I'm sorry if it's not right at all. Next chapter will have some Draco/Harry interaction of some sort, I'm almost completely sure of that.
And oh, yes! I would seriously almost kill for a good beta. I know there is a beta readers page, but there are so many and I would really prefer if it actually was someone who enjoy my stories who did it. So... anyone feeling up for it? Just PM me or tell me in a review^^
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