~*Not Nice*~
Chapter Nine: My Problem is Your Problem Too?!
A/N: Hi ...I'm BAAAAACK! Heehee. And I'm here to ruin your special intentions of reading this story! Juuust joking ...or not. Shall we proceed?
Harry started poking at his food.
Hmmph. Ever since Harold arrived, he's been acting like such a snake. I wonder why he was never made a Slytherin, Harry thought to himself, scrunching up his face.
"Hey Harry," a voice said behind him.
Harry turned around. His face immediately turned bright.
"Hey Ron! Where were you?"
Ron sat down next to Harry. "I was upstairs in the common room. I was trying to find some spell to jinx Harold," Ron added disdainfully.
Harry shrugged. "Did you find anything?"
Ron shook his head. "I had second thoughts. The boy was probably going to tell McGonagall, anyway."
Harry nodded in agreement. "A boy following Draco Malfoy's footsteps!" he said in a tearful voice, pumping his fist in the air.
"Mah hero!" Ron sobbed, mocking Harold.
Harry and Ron both burst out laughing.
Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, were just then walking past the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron stopped in mid-giggle.
Malfoy swept away absentmindedly, without even insulting Harry or Ron. WOOOW. (a/n: *jaw drops* WOOOW)
Harry found this pretty unusual, including Ron.
"Wonder what's up with him?" Harry surmised.
Ron shrugged. They both stood up and grabbed their Divination stuff. Ron and Harry walked out the doors of the Great Hall and followed Malfoy, within a great distance, so Malfoy wouldn't find out they were following him. Malfoy was talking to Crabbe and Goyle.
"...Seriously, I can't STAND that Malice! He is absolutely aggravating me. Remember last night when he framed me that I stole ingredients from Snape's cupboard? Oh, mind you, I bet the boy took it himself. I swear; I'll get him if that's the last thing I do ..." Malfoy's voice drifted away as he headed for his first class.
Harry and Ron discussed about this on their way up to the North Tower.
"Judging from the fact that Drake's ruining Malfoy's life, I can't be any happier!" Ron said with glee.
"Hmm. Malfoy seems to be in the same problem as me. While Drake's terrorizing his evil look-alike, Harold's trying to get me. Can this problem get any worse?" Harry cried.
Ron shook his head, smiling. "Nope. I don't think so. This is probably how far worse it's going to get. Don't worry."
A/N: Phew. That sure was hard work! Kay, maybe not to you ...But hey, who's writing? ME! Heh. Moving on ...
Chapter Nine: My Problem is Your Problem Too?!
A/N: Hi ...I'm BAAAAACK! Heehee. And I'm here to ruin your special intentions of reading this story! Juuust joking ...or not. Shall we proceed?
Harry started poking at his food.
Hmmph. Ever since Harold arrived, he's been acting like such a snake. I wonder why he was never made a Slytherin, Harry thought to himself, scrunching up his face.
"Hey Harry," a voice said behind him.
Harry turned around. His face immediately turned bright.
"Hey Ron! Where were you?"
Ron sat down next to Harry. "I was upstairs in the common room. I was trying to find some spell to jinx Harold," Ron added disdainfully.
Harry shrugged. "Did you find anything?"
Ron shook his head. "I had second thoughts. The boy was probably going to tell McGonagall, anyway."
Harry nodded in agreement. "A boy following Draco Malfoy's footsteps!" he said in a tearful voice, pumping his fist in the air.
"Mah hero!" Ron sobbed, mocking Harold.
Harry and Ron both burst out laughing.
Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, were just then walking past the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron stopped in mid-giggle.
Malfoy swept away absentmindedly, without even insulting Harry or Ron. WOOOW. (a/n: *jaw drops* WOOOW)
Harry found this pretty unusual, including Ron.
"Wonder what's up with him?" Harry surmised.
Ron shrugged. They both stood up and grabbed their Divination stuff. Ron and Harry walked out the doors of the Great Hall and followed Malfoy, within a great distance, so Malfoy wouldn't find out they were following him. Malfoy was talking to Crabbe and Goyle.
"...Seriously, I can't STAND that Malice! He is absolutely aggravating me. Remember last night when he framed me that I stole ingredients from Snape's cupboard? Oh, mind you, I bet the boy took it himself. I swear; I'll get him if that's the last thing I do ..." Malfoy's voice drifted away as he headed for his first class.
Harry and Ron discussed about this on their way up to the North Tower.
"Judging from the fact that Drake's ruining Malfoy's life, I can't be any happier!" Ron said with glee.
"Hmm. Malfoy seems to be in the same problem as me. While Drake's terrorizing his evil look-alike, Harold's trying to get me. Can this problem get any worse?" Harry cried.
Ron shook his head, smiling. "Nope. I don't think so. This is probably how far worse it's going to get. Don't worry."
A/N: Phew. That sure was hard work! Kay, maybe not to you ...But hey, who's writing? ME! Heh. Moving on ...