"Place your disclaimer here". I'm too tired of telling you time and time again that I don't own Harry Potter to come up with another original way to say it.
AN. Thanks for this chapter being nearly twice as long than what it was should be directed to Enjoyeverymoment.
Many in the school were just waiting for another "show", but it wasn't until a week had passed that something of interest happened. It was this long because Draco was forced to stay in infirmary until the slight concussion he acquired from the last encounter with bludger, was treated fully. Then he just couldn't believe what transpired after he was taken to the hospital wing. When at last the message got through, he just had to get some revenge.
That was why he made his way to the Gryffindor table just as soon as he noticed Harry enter the Great Hall for the morning breakfast. He smiled evilly to himself, and sauntered over towards the table where gold and red clad people were sitting.
"You probably are proud of yourself, Scarhead," he begun, standing right behind the raven-haired boy. Everyone in hearing distance stopped to watch the encounter. "I always wondered what Gryffindors did in their free time. Is theft just some kind of hobby of yours? Or is it more house wide?" Draco stared at the boy, met by a few cheers from his own house and a few quiet jeers from others.
As much Gryffindors that heard that wanted to interfere, at this point they knew that Harry could take care of himself. So, they waited for his response. They waited, waited, and waited some more, for a reply that never came. All that Harry did was to eat his breakfast like there was nothing more going on, like his worst enemy wasn't standing behind him, trading insults with a brick wall, as it seemed.
"Not going to respond? Afraid of spilling some trade secrets?" Malfoy probed at him, his sneer leering ever closer.
Again nothing. Harry just sat there munching on his porridge, staring indecisively at the pot of yoghurt on his plate, wondering whether or not we wanted it or the apple sitting beside it. He put down his spoon, and reached for the strawberry yoghurt pot.
"You can't just sit there ignoring me!" Draco said more forcefully.
Harry's response was to slurp his juice. He was simply looking at the cinnamon danish sitting in front of him, which reminded him of a hat Luna had once worn. It had been a good, sunny day, and so Luna broke out her overly large sunglasses with strange contraptions on the sides and her big, danish- looking sun hat. Then the clouds came out and she was forced to put them away.
"Say something you piece of Muggle filth!" Slytherin boy shouted forcefully, his ears shining bright red, reminding some of the spectators of most of the Weasley's hair in some ways. You could almost picture smoke coming out of them.
By now, there was not one person who wouldn't watch this one sided exchange, even with couple of teachers coming to the scene at Draco's last words. But before they could come near enough to interfere, Harry raised his head and noticed that people were staring at him and glancing at... someone behind him? He turned and noticed flustered Malfoy standing there. Harry reached to his ears and took out what looked like cotton balls from them. He shook his head slightly, and was surprised to listen to exactly the same quiet he had when the ear-plugs were secured into his ears. He expected some sort of chatter, but there was none.
"Sorry, I have a room-mate who snores and I forgot to take out my ear-plugs. Is there something I could help you with?" Harry asked pleasantly while placing the cotton in his pocket, hiding the fact that it simply disappeared just moments later.
Malfoy gave an angry shout and lunged with his fists at Harry, in his anger completely forgetting his wand. His punch haven't even made half the way when Twins intercepted him, dragging him by his arms away from Gryffindor table in the middle of howling Great Hall, while Malfoy still made strangling motion with his hands. Harry just sat there, looking confused, which doubled the laughter when people noticed it. With everyone watching the encounter Draco ended stuck in detentions every day for the rest of the year, and losing enough points from Slytherin to make chances for House Cup only a dream.
Rest of the time before the end of the year was spent in relative peace, if not counting the exam frenzy that swept over the students, that Hermione seemed to enjoy a bit too much. But as fun and eventful this particular year was, the Basilisk still residing under the school had a strange feeling that there was another set of trouble just waiting out there to be stumbled upon.
AN. Another uneventful ending of the year. In cannon most of the events are in last two or three chapters, but since I again killed plot-line at the start of the year, it feels kind of empty here. Let us simply start a new year, and for this one, I already have some ideas laid down.
