Harry's Revenge
Disclaimer: This is my rather embarrassing attempt to write a parody based on the books by J.K. Rowling.
Summary: This is a parody of the Harry Potter books. One night, I was extremely bored, and in the mood to write. The rest is history.
Chapter 3
As he ate his breakfast, Draco couldn't help but wonder whom the strangers meeting near the forest had been. However, he didn't have much time to brood as the Quidditch match neared. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, Draco thought bitterly. While he chewed his toast, all Draco could think about was how much he would enjoy finally beating Potter. Just as he was about to start making his way to the Quidditch field so he could change into his green and silver Quidditch robes, Draco saw Harry swagger into the Great Hall, looking tired. Draco briefly wondered why Harry was making such a belated entrance--the match should be starting in half an hour. Figuring this could only give him and advantage, Malfoy walked quickly past Harry.
Full of adrenaline, the Slytherins swaggered onto the Quidditch field, amid cheers and boos, expecting to see the scarlet and gold robes of the Gryffindor Quidditch players. However, after five minutes of waiting, Madam Hooch came out to announce that the Gryffindor team would not be playing, and the Slytherin team would win by default. A shocked silence fell over the crowd--no one had known the Gryffindors to forfeit a game… ever. Suddenly, the Slytherin team, and Slytherin supporters in the crowd erupted into cheers. Malfoy joined in cheering, but couldn't help but wonder why the Gryffindors had forfeited. After listening to his teammates' suggestions of having a party, Malfoy decided to give them the slip, and find out what happened to the Gryffindors… and Harry.
Draco sought out the only Gryffindor he happened to be on speaking terms with--Ginny. He found her waiting outside the castle, leaning nonchalantly against the stone. Draco smiled, as he watched her flaming hair blow about her face. "Hey, Ginny," Draco said casually.
"Draco," Ginny said in response.
"So… Did you go to the Quidditch match?"
"Yeah. You played a great game, Draco," she said jokingly.
"Well, the important thing is that we won. Do you know why your team didn't play?"
Ginny snorted before saying, "Ha. Everything was Harry Potter's fault. He decided not to show, the wuss," she rolled her eyes. "Ever since last year when you left that loser, he's been pretty depressed. Of course I'm rubbing it in every chance I get." Ginny edged closer to Draco as she continued, "I'm hoping that eventually I'll push him over the edge, and he'll go ballistic. Perhaps he'll get kicked out of school."
Draco smiled as he took Ginny in his arms. "I love it when you scheme against those I…" The words stuck in his throat, "Hate."
"I know," she smiled deviously. "It's the only way I know to prove my love for you."
Unbeknownst to either Ginny or Draco, Harry was hiding in the shadows, listening, and thinking of his own little scheme…
