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CHAPTER THREE
If you'd actually been there, you wouldn't of known
what spells were being conjured, because so many
voices were overlapping each other.
Most of the Gryffindors were aiming at Draco, because
he seemed to be the only one who actually knew what he
was doing.
But all of them were getting their fair share.
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! an enraged voice demanded
from behind the Slytherins.
Barely any of the students stopped.
Draco, who was laughing, crying, burping up slugs,
hopping up and down, boils covering his left hand,
actually managed to get out some more spells.
Hermione had just pushed herself against the wall,
being as wandless as she was, proffering not to get
involved
McGonagall yelled out so loudly and
so powerfully, nearly all the wands flew to her.
Now that the heat of the moment was over, and that
most students were wandless, they started looking
ashamed and were staring at the ground.
McGonagall didn't give a rats-ass about how ashamed
they looked. With her voice shaking with rage, she
said very, very quietly, What. Is. Going. On.
Here.
No one answered.
The few people who were cursed to laugh only broke
the silence.
She looked all of them over, then spotted Hermione on
the floor, Ms. Granger, would you care to tell me
what exactly happened?
I--I was giving Malfoy a book, an-and the other
Gryffindors thought, that he, uh, was trying to hurt
me. she took a deep breath, So, they started
fighting.
She quickly looked over at Draco, who, at that very
moment, burped up some slugs.
She gazed over the whole crowd, then finally said,
Those who need to go to Madam Pomfrey, do so now.
Pursing her lips, she stated, Two hundred and fifty
points will be taken from each of your houses, and I
will be speaking to Professor Dumbledore about this.
She set the wands down and walked away, looking more
pissed then they'd ever seen her.
When the students finally left, after they'd gotten
their wands, they were pretty much looking like a sad
bunch of kids.
That night after dinner, Professor Dumbledore stood
up, and looked down at the students, I would greatly
appreciate it if all seventh year Gryffindors and
Slytherins would stay in their seats. he said,
causing the other students to look over at them
curiously as they left.
When everyone was gone, Dumbledore came down from the
teacher's table and stood in front of the guilty
students.
Professor McGonagall informed me of what happened in
the corridors today, he said slowly, and it seems to
me, and the other teachers agree, that something's
wrong here. He sat down on a seat usually used by
Hufflepuffs and continued, Throughout all these years
you've been attending Hogwarts, we've been putting
these two classes together specifically to cause you
to get along with each other, he paused, and shook
his head, And from what I heard about today, it
doesn't seem to be working as well as I thought it had
been. So, we have decided, that from now on, or at
least until you get a better attitude concerning your
fellow houses, you will... share a house.
They all sat their silently, stunned, then
immediately started to disagree with him, until he
held up a hand, You will be moving into an entirely
different house tomorrow after dinner, he smiled, so
I'd suggest you pack up your stuff tonight.
Draco set down his stuff and looked around the new
common room the two groups of seventh years were being
forced to share.
Neither of the house colors were anywhere to be seen.
The chairs set up in front of the fire were a
peachish shade, as were the walls. It seemed very
clear that the teachers didn't want them to separate
from each other just because of house colors.
Professor McGonagall stood in front of them, looking
as strict as ever, and pointed to the pair of
spiraling stairs at the end of the room, On each door
there will be names saying who will sleep in that
particular room. she looked back at all of them,
Girls go to the left, whilst boys go up the stairs on
the right.
If I hear ANY arguing whatsoever, the fighters will
be granted detention for two months. she pursed her
lips,
A few yes ma' ams' came up out of the angry group.
and on that note, she left.
Well, this bites. Draco said, grabbing his stuff
and heading up the stairs.
He stopped at the first door, which didn't read his
name, and kept going, until he finally reached the end
of the spiraling stairs, spotting the last door, he
read silently:
Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy
Ron Weasley
You've got to be kidding me! he cried aloud to no
one, I'm going to be the only Slytherin!
Mumbling darkly under his breath, he opened the door
and stepped in.
It looked much like his own room back with the other
Slytherins, only with different colors.
He went to the bed furthest back in the room and set
his stuff down, then climbed onto it, drawing the
curtains around him.
Hermione stepped into her own room, which she shared
with Parvati Patil and Pansy Parkinson.
She placed her things on the bed closest to the door,
and immediately left the room again, preferring to
study down in the common room.
She sat down on the couch in front of a small coffee
table, and opened her Arithmacy book, while pulling
out a quill and some parchment. She'd just started
when Harry sat down heavily next to her.
So? I have to share one with Pansy. she told him
without looking up, What about Ron?
Harry sighed, Oh, he's with Malfoy and me.
Well, see, there ya' go.
At least you have your best friend with you.
That doesn't cheer me up. he leaned forward and let
his head rest on his hands, This is all Malfoy's
fault.
She scoffed, You guys were the ones who presumed I
was in trouble!
So? We were just looking out for you!
She rolled her eyes, Yeah, great job. Really, I
commend you
Fine, next time, you're on your own. he stood up,
I'm going to bed.
She looked down at her watch, It's only 9:30! I
don't think you've even finished your homework yet!
Yeah well, he took a moment thinking up an answer
to that, but finally said, you go ahead and think
whatever you want. Then walked up the stairs leading
to his room.
Hermione shook her head, oh well.
After a few minutes of silence, she heard someone sit
down on a chair across from her.
She glanced up and saw Draco looking at her
expectantly.
she asked irritably.
Do you have it?
she asked in confusion.
The book. he said, rolling his eyes, Geez, I
thought you'd catch on quicker.
She scowled, Sorry, not everyone can be as great as
you Malfoy.
He leaned back, letting his headrest on his arms
crossed behind it, You know it. he said with a
smile.
I thought you'd know sarcasm when you heard it. she
snapped.
Yeah, you'd think that wouldn't you? he said in
all-seriousness.
I change my mind. she said, standing up, You can't
borrow my books.
He sat up immediately, Aw, come on, I was just
kidding.
She stuck her nose into the air, Too bad.
He stood up, rising to his full height, which was
taller then she by about two inches, and looked down
at her, Come on.
She stared into his eyes defiantly, noticing for the
first time how good the color grayish-silver looked on
eyes,
he said in a voice that was dangerously close
to a whine.
You're too sarcastic and rude.
And that's going to stop you from letting me read
the books?
Unless you change your attitude.
He rolled his eyes, Fine. I'll change my stupid
attitude, alright?
she turned away from him, Also, say you're
sorry.
For what? he exclaimed from behind her.
For all the things you've called me over these seven
years.
Hey now--
Do you want to read them? she cut in.
Then apologize.
After a moment of quiet, she finally heard him
mutter, She thought about making him say it
louder, but decided she didn't want to push it.
She turned back around, she smiled, I'll
go grab it.
Draco sat back down in his chair, waiting for her to
come back, and thought that maybe his plan wasn't
worth it.
All it would end up doing is making his dad really
angry--he shook his head, of course it's worth it!
But, if he had to keep on doing whatever Granger
wanted just so his father would think they were
boyfriend and girlfriend...he shuttered, he didn't
think he could stand it for long.
He leaned back, getting lost in his thoughts,
therefore, not noticing Hermione when she came down
the stairs.
she called, waving the book in front of
him, Here ya' go.
He grabbed it from her, Thank ya'.
This one's a good one, she said, sitting down
across from him, I think you're going to enjoy it.
He shrugged, It's possible, he looked down at the
cover reading aloud, The Two Towers.
You liked the first one?
Yeah, muggles sure use their imaginations. he
laughed, Hobbits, elevens, their wizards...sure is
strange.
she agreed, turning back to her work.
So, they sat in silence for hours, Hermione working,
Draco absorbed in his book...and neither of them
noticed that one was in Gryffindor and the other
Slytherin, and that one was Hermione Granger and the
other Draco Malfoy.
Harry and Ron sat on their beds talking, while Draco
and Hermione were down in the common room.
I wonder what Malfoy's got hidden over their. Ron
said all of a sudden, indicating his bed.
Harry shrugged, Dunno', but we could easily find
out.
Ron's eyebrows shot up, I didn't think you would do
something like that, I mean, searching through someone
else's things is pretty bad.
Well, Malfoy's a pretty bad person. he said
stubbornly.
I'm not disagreeing with you. he said, then yawned,
I think I'm gonna' hit the hay now.
Ron drew the curtains around his bed.
Harry also lay down, but he just couldn't get to
sleep. Ron, on the other hand, could. After a few
minutes he heard his slow and steady breathing.
Harry turned over and glanced at Malfoy's
bed...curiosity etched all over his face. He could
just take a quick peek, no one would know.
He bit his bottom lip, still unsure, but he quickly
made up his mind, and hopped off his bed.
He opened the door, and looked down into the common
room to check where Malfoy was. He seemed to be
reading, and really into it, so Harry wasn't worried
that he'd come up.
He closed the door softly, not wanting to wake Ron,
and crossed the room to his foes bed. Pulling back the
curtains, he saw a black trunk sunk into the mattress
next to Malfoy's Firebolt.
Then he realized how rude and mean he was being. He
was about to go looking through Malfoy's stuff! He
didn't think that was too polite, and he was about to
turn back to go to bed, when he recalled all the
things Malfoy had done to HIM over the years. Just
last year, he'd grabbed Harry's books from him and
thrown them (rather joyfully, he might add) into the
lake. He was always doing everything he could to get
them in trouble, and he could almost always get away
with doing horrible things to them...
Harry flipped open Malfoy's trunk.
Nothing too unusual was there. Some robes, quills,
books...nothing that was extraordinarily shocking.
Then he noticed a paper poking out from in-between
two schoolbooks.
Glancing back over his shoulder, and seeing no one
their (yeah, right, like someone was going to be
standing behind him), he carefully freed the paper and
lifted it to his eyes.
It was too dark to read in that particular spot, so
he went to the window, where moonlight was shining
through brightly.
Holding it up to the light, he realized he was
holding a medical chart of some sort.
Reading silently for a few minutes, his eyebrows
started rising higher and higher as he read more and
more. When he was finished, he quickly went back to
the bed, slipped the paper back between the books,
closed the trunk, and went back to his own.
He had just climbed in and pulled the curtains around
him, when Malfoy opened the door.
Draco snapped shut The Two Towers with a yawn.
Hermione said with a smile, as she closed her
books and started putting them away,
He stood up and stretched, Good for you. he headed
for the stairs, See ya'.
Bye Draco. she called, closing her book bag, and
standing up.
He opened the door to his room and dragged himself
over to his bed, on his way, noticing how annoyingly
loud Ron breathed when he slept.
The first thing he saw were the curtains were wide
open. Second, that only one of his trunk's latches
were closed. Hurriedly, he opened it, and after
careful inspection, was relieved to find everything
where it was supposed to be.
But...who had opened his trunk?
Scowling, he took out his pj's, then after closing
the trunk, pulled it off the bed and pushed it under,
then carefully set his Firebolt on top of it.
He sat down on his bed and drew the curtains around
him; he changed, then slipped under the covers.
Draco quickly drifted off to sleep, his last fleeting
thought-- did Granger actually call me Draco?'
Quidditch season started with a bang.
In the first game, Hufflepuffs vs. Ravenclaw, the new
Ravenclaw Keeper got a concussion. One of the
Hufflepuff Chasers has accidentally slammed into the
Keeper, and sent him headfirst into one of the goal
posts.
In the end, Hufflepuff won by ten points.
Hufflepuffs played Gryffindor, and lost.
Slytherins played Ravenclaw, and won.
Now it was Slytherins versus Gryffindor.
Harry, the Gryffindor Captain/Seeker, called for his
team to finish breakfast and head out to the field.
Ron and Hermione told them all good luck, and that
they'd be cheering for them the loudest from the
stands.
Tina, Evan and Lauren were the Chasers, Harold was
the Keeper, Janyce and Oscar were the Beaters, and at
the moment, Harry was giving them all a pep talk.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, indicating that they
should gather around her.
Now, I've seen you two teams go at it, and I would
rather have a nice, clean game today, alright? she
turned to Harry and Draco, Shake hands.
Frowning deeply, Harry shook the other Captain's
hand. They were both the oldest left on their teams,
so that's how they both ended up as the Captains, and
neither of them appreciated it.
After trying to break each other's hands, Madam Hooch
directed them to, Mount your brooms. Then she gave
a loud blast on her silver whistle.
They rose into the air.
And the Quaffle is taken by Evan Unger, nice pass to
Tina Mint, and Mint passes it back-- no, it's
intercepted by Slytherins Rashel Youn, who races back
towards the Gryffindor goals, Gregory Hamond from
Ravenclaw was doing the commentary, Ouch! Youn's hit
by a Bludger, sent from Oscar Enich, and the Quaffle
goes flying. It's taken by Harold Lunt, who throws it
to Lauren Intey--and she heads down the field.
Harry glanced around the field, trying to spot the
Snitch. He was turning his head to look to his
right--he spotted it! He shot off to the left end of
the field, Draco following close behind him.
OUCH--Intey's hit hard by a Bludger, it looks like
she got it bad in the shoulder--
Harry turned to see his Chaser grimace as she grabbed
onto her broom, but she started flying again.
He decided she was fine for now, and turned back to
the Snitch--unluckily, from the distraction of Lauren,
Draco was now neck and neck with Harry, both speeding
towards the golden ball.
The ball averted its course and shot upwards.
Draco and Harry did the same thing at the exact same
time. Both shooting towards the Snitch, with arms
outstretched, it was anyone's guess who would get it.
Looks like Potter or Malfoy is about to get the
Snitch--but--the Quaffle's taken by Mint, and she
passes it to Unger, who dodges a Bludger--shot by Ian
Flint, and he shoots--he SCORES! Gregory took a
breath, Oh, Potter and Malfoy are nearly to the
Snitch--
Harry stretched out his arm, grateful that he was
taller then Malfoy and had longer arms, and was about
to grasp the Snitch, when it shot downwards, between
them.
They immediately averted course, right behind the
Snitch.
But Malfoy was pulling ahead of him.
Harry urged his Firebolt to go a bit faster, but it
looked as if his broom was at its' life's end.
Malfoy stretched out his arm.
The medical chart of Malfoy's Harry had found a
little while back flashed through his mind.
It had said that Malfoy had a weak right knee because
he'd fallen through a window on the upper floor of his
house. That he had barely any cartilage in it...
Before Harry realized what he was doing, he made his
broom turn--just a little bit-- and the end of his
Firebolt slammed into Malfoy's right knee.
No one else had seen what Harry had done. They were
to far away and Malfoy was blocking him from the
spectators anyway.
Draco cried out in pain, and his arms jerked, sending
him flying upwards on his broom.
Harry grabbed the Snitch. And when the Gryffindor's
erupted with cheers and yells, he realized what he'd
just done.
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