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Harry grinned at Ron over breakfast the next morning as they reviewed their schedules. "We have Potions with Hufflepuff! Not Slytherins!" he said happily. Ron returned to the grin and went back to eating his bacon. Hermione jogged into the hall, her books in one hand, and heavy bags under her eyes. Harry looked up at her as she sat across from him. "Hey Ron.Harry," she said sleepily, reaching for a mug of juice. "Bloody hell, you look tired," Ron said as he turned to look at her, "What'd you do all night? Not like we have a test or anything to study for." Hermione turned with a snap. "Ronald Weasley, you may not care one bit about your studies but I happen to-" She was interrupted by hundreds of owl pouring in through the windows. She scowled at Ron and picked up a newspaper that was dropped in front of her plate. Keeping a scowl firmly painted no her face, she flipped through it.
Harry looked up for Hedwig but he was nowhere to be found. Only a tiny barn owl came in to drop off a letter for Harry. 'That's odd,' he thought, 'I wonder where Hedwig is. I know I let him out last night.'
Harry broke the blank red wax seal and unfolded the letter. There was a scribbled drawing of Harry hanging from a noose tied to high rafters. Harry dropped it in disgust, and turned to look for the owl. It had flown off.
With shaking hands he passed it to Ron who was looking at him curiously. Ron took one glance at it and moaned. "No. No more creepy spiders and people trying to kill you. Why can't it stop?" Hermione looked up with a frown. "What?" she asked as Ron dropped the letter on her empty plate. She picked it up and turned a pale shade of green as she viewed it.
"Oh, Harry." "I wonder who could have done such a-"
"Like my drawings, Potter?" a voice drawled behind Hermione. Ron and Hermione turned to see the voice but Harry was already glaring at him. "No-I don't, Malfoy." Malfoy smirked, flipped back his blonde hair with a flick of his hand and looked briefly down at Hermione, "You really should tame that hair, Hermione. It might kill someone, if your face doesn't."
Hermione put a restraining arm on Ron as he began to turn a lovely shade of purple. Malfoy laughed and turned to walk back to the Slytherin table.
"Harry, I can't believe how immature he is. You really can't let it get to you, okay?" Hermione said softly. Harry nodded, rolling his eyes in Draco's direction. "Alright," he said. It was going to be one hell of a year.
Harry grinned at Ron over breakfast the next morning as they reviewed their schedules. "We have Potions with Hufflepuff! Not Slytherins!" he said happily. Ron returned to the grin and went back to eating his bacon. Hermione jogged into the hall, her books in one hand, and heavy bags under her eyes. Harry looked up at her as she sat across from him. "Hey Ron.Harry," she said sleepily, reaching for a mug of juice. "Bloody hell, you look tired," Ron said as he turned to look at her, "What'd you do all night? Not like we have a test or anything to study for." Hermione turned with a snap. "Ronald Weasley, you may not care one bit about your studies but I happen to-" She was interrupted by hundreds of owl pouring in through the windows. She scowled at Ron and picked up a newspaper that was dropped in front of her plate. Keeping a scowl firmly painted no her face, she flipped through it.
Harry looked up for Hedwig but he was nowhere to be found. Only a tiny barn owl came in to drop off a letter for Harry. 'That's odd,' he thought, 'I wonder where Hedwig is. I know I let him out last night.'
Harry broke the blank red wax seal and unfolded the letter. There was a scribbled drawing of Harry hanging from a noose tied to high rafters. Harry dropped it in disgust, and turned to look for the owl. It had flown off.
With shaking hands he passed it to Ron who was looking at him curiously. Ron took one glance at it and moaned. "No. No more creepy spiders and people trying to kill you. Why can't it stop?" Hermione looked up with a frown. "What?" she asked as Ron dropped the letter on her empty plate. She picked it up and turned a pale shade of green as she viewed it.
"Oh, Harry." "I wonder who could have done such a-"
"Like my drawings, Potter?" a voice drawled behind Hermione. Ron and Hermione turned to see the voice but Harry was already glaring at him. "No-I don't, Malfoy." Malfoy smirked, flipped back his blonde hair with a flick of his hand and looked briefly down at Hermione, "You really should tame that hair, Hermione. It might kill someone, if your face doesn't."
Hermione put a restraining arm on Ron as he began to turn a lovely shade of purple. Malfoy laughed and turned to walk back to the Slytherin table.
"Harry, I can't believe how immature he is. You really can't let it get to you, okay?" Hermione said softly. Harry nodded, rolling his eyes in Draco's direction. "Alright," he said. It was going to be one hell of a year.