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never will. They're not mine. I'm just fucking them up for amusement for me
and you. Please read and review, I love you all!
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Harry gave another bored look over towards Malfoy. His Divination II class was pointless enough, but then he had Malfoy sitting across from him to add even more stupidity to it all. Harry hadn't done anything huge lately to make him an easy target for Malfoy's immature teasing, but that didn't usually matter to Malfoy, he found things to annoy Harry with anyway. For quite some time now it had been the same things over and over, "Going to hang out with the Mudblood, Potter?", "Need to be somewhere, Scarhead?" or "Off to donate to the Weasley Family Charity fund, Potter?". His favorite though was one day when Draco was searching so hard for something, that all he could come up with was, "You look stupid in glasses Potter!!!" All of the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs around for that ingenious comment laughed until their stomachs ached, and Malfoy, actually realizing how insanely dumb it sounded, stormed off to the dungeons with Crabbe and Goyle, not saying anything for a week. Harry never took offense, and neither did Ron or Hermione, it was just something they could always count on when they needed a good laugh.
Malfoy was obviously sick of not having any new material, so after class he glided over to the table where Harry sat packing his books, just about ready to leave. Harry turned around and jumped a bit in his seat, seeing as Malfoy was about three inches away from him.
"Oh, it's just you Malfoy, what do you want to pester me about now?" Harry asked as he stood up, not sounding like he cared in the least. He was just going to continue walking, except that plan failed when he noticed that Malfoy was still in front of his chair, now making their faces only inches away from each other. Malfoy was looking straight into Harry's intense green eyes, and Harry could feel Malfoy's hot breath on his neck. A moment later Harry finally broke the silence.
"So, are you going to get out of my way or what?"
"As you wish, Potter." An amused sneer spread across Malfoy's pale face and he took a step back. Harry had started to leave again until Malfoy grabbed his arm and turned him around so they faced each other again. "I do have a small question for you though."
"Will you hurry up? You know how bloody long it takes to get anywhere from here," Harry said, obviously irritated with Malfoy.
Slowly Malfoy just smiled again. "Alright, alright Potter, I was just wondering if you'd be up for some competition tonight, maybe even a little bet, you know, shake things up a bit around here."
Harry thought for a moment. Things had been rather boring lately, but he wasn't about to agree to any idea of Malfoy's that easilly. "What kind of competition?"
"If I tell you to bring your broom to the Quidditch field at midnight, do you think you could get it through your thick skull what I want to do?" Malfoy asked, trying hard to give off badass vibes. It wasn't working.
A look of amusement crossed Harry's face. He knew he could waste Draco in a seeker to seeker challenge anyday. "I'll be there, Malfoy, but what about the bet you were talking about?"
"Guess you'll just have to find out when we get there, eh Potter? See you at midnight!" Malfoy said as he climbed down the ladder.
Malfoy obviously thought he was going to win whatever they were betting, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to have something new to make fun of Harry for. His thick friends would laugh for a while and then get tired of it. Harry knew he could take him though, and if Malfoy had a plan to sabatoge their little challenge, it definately wasn't going to work against Harry.
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Harry slipped out of the portrait hole, himself and his Firebolt protected by his father's invisibility cloak. He began to wonder how Malfoy was going to get out of the castle, and thought that he was just trying to set him up. Malfoy wouldn't just not show up for a quidditch challenge though, and Harry continued on towards the massive field.
It was a beautiful night. The stars were shining brightly, and the moon seemed to provide more light than usual. It wouldn't be easy finding a snitch in the dark, but it was better than total darkness. Harry decided to take a few laps around the stadium, and started to do a few easy dives when he heard an all too familiar voice shouting up at him from the ground.
"Getting some last minute practice in before you lose, Potter?"
Harry laughed to himself and started to fly down towards Malfoy. "I highly doubt I'm the one who needs it."
The ground got closer and closer and soon Harry had landed next to Malfoy. "Hey, what's with this bet anyway?" Harry asked, remembering what Malfoy had said about the bet.
"I was wondering when you'd ask about that," Malfoy answered, his smile spreading across his face once again. "I figure, the winner makes the loser kiss the person of their choice...in front of everybody."
Harry thought this was a horrid idea, and started running over all of the people in his head that Malfoy might pick for him. He was already in too deep though and just agreed with it.
Malfoy took the fluttering snitch out of one of his pockets. Harry hadn't realized that he didn't know how in the hell anyone could get a snitch for single player practice, especially an illegal one at midnight. It seemed as if Malfoy could read Harry's mind though because after a minute of looking at it with pride he finally said, "My father bought this for me, he knows how much I love to practice and decided it would be an excellent present."
"Yeah, maybe because you NEED to practice, seeing as you bought your way onto the team..."
Malfoy just gave a rather dirty glare at Harry before releasing the snitch into the cool night air. They let it go for a minute or so and they both took off, Harry daring Malfoy to even try and manuver as well as he could. They tried to out fly each other for about ten minutes, until Harry saw a speck of gold at the other end of the field, and he tore after it. Malfoy, realizing what was going on turned and sped after him. Harry chased the snitch in a circle, then lower towards the ground, right next to the stands. Malfoy was right on his tail, and Harry was close to the stadium entrance, he almost had it, he just needed to stretch an inch farther...
"Hello boys..." came a deep, bone chilling voice. Harry and his Firebolt spun around a few times, and Malfoy shot straight off of his Nimbus 2001 and fell hard onto the groud.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Snape said cooly, striding over to Draco and Harry. Draco and his Nimbus were in a heap on the field and Harry was shaking madly, clutching his Firebolt so as not to fall over.
Snape was standing right in front of Harry, giving an icy stare down at him. "I don't suppose either of you have a note, I mean, I always thought going out of the school at this hour was against the rules, especially to play quidditch." He turned his glare over to Malfoy, who was still in shock on the ground. "Follow me," Snape said, motioning with his hand to follow him back up to the castle.
Malfoy and Harry marched behind Snape as if going to their own death. No one spoke a word until they were in the castle and safely behind the large main doors.
"You two have detention, tomorrow night, meet in my office at midnight. If you can meet at that hour to play quidditch, you can certainly meet for detention. Now go to your dorms," Snape said, stalking off. It was all very straight forward, he was obviously angred by the fact that he had to punish his favorite student.
"Nice mess you got us into there Malfoy," Harry grunted as he started to walk up the stairs.
"You should be grateful it happened, it got you out of a rather embarrasing date with Weasley in front of the school," Malfoy called out after him.
Harry ignored him as he continued up the staircase. He was too tired and angry at the moment to get into an argument with Malfoy about how he had stood no chance of catching the snitch. He trudged up what seemed like endless stairs and finally made it to the picture of the Fat Lady.
"Rather late, isn't it?" she asked.
Harry sighed. "Wester," he said in an exhausted voice. The Fat Lady tutted at him but her picture swung open and he climed through the portrait hole. He pushed the thoughts of tonights events out of his mind as he walked quietly through the common room and up the spiral staircase to his dorms. He even bother to take off his robes before collapsing onto his four poster into a dreamless sleep.
=To be Continued=
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Harry gave another bored look over towards Malfoy. His Divination II class was pointless enough, but then he had Malfoy sitting across from him to add even more stupidity to it all. Harry hadn't done anything huge lately to make him an easy target for Malfoy's immature teasing, but that didn't usually matter to Malfoy, he found things to annoy Harry with anyway. For quite some time now it had been the same things over and over, "Going to hang out with the Mudblood, Potter?", "Need to be somewhere, Scarhead?" or "Off to donate to the Weasley Family Charity fund, Potter?". His favorite though was one day when Draco was searching so hard for something, that all he could come up with was, "You look stupid in glasses Potter!!!" All of the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs around for that ingenious comment laughed until their stomachs ached, and Malfoy, actually realizing how insanely dumb it sounded, stormed off to the dungeons with Crabbe and Goyle, not saying anything for a week. Harry never took offense, and neither did Ron or Hermione, it was just something they could always count on when they needed a good laugh.
Malfoy was obviously sick of not having any new material, so after class he glided over to the table where Harry sat packing his books, just about ready to leave. Harry turned around and jumped a bit in his seat, seeing as Malfoy was about three inches away from him.
"Oh, it's just you Malfoy, what do you want to pester me about now?" Harry asked as he stood up, not sounding like he cared in the least. He was just going to continue walking, except that plan failed when he noticed that Malfoy was still in front of his chair, now making their faces only inches away from each other. Malfoy was looking straight into Harry's intense green eyes, and Harry could feel Malfoy's hot breath on his neck. A moment later Harry finally broke the silence.
"So, are you going to get out of my way or what?"
"As you wish, Potter." An amused sneer spread across Malfoy's pale face and he took a step back. Harry had started to leave again until Malfoy grabbed his arm and turned him around so they faced each other again. "I do have a small question for you though."
"Will you hurry up? You know how bloody long it takes to get anywhere from here," Harry said, obviously irritated with Malfoy.
Slowly Malfoy just smiled again. "Alright, alright Potter, I was just wondering if you'd be up for some competition tonight, maybe even a little bet, you know, shake things up a bit around here."
Harry thought for a moment. Things had been rather boring lately, but he wasn't about to agree to any idea of Malfoy's that easilly. "What kind of competition?"
"If I tell you to bring your broom to the Quidditch field at midnight, do you think you could get it through your thick skull what I want to do?" Malfoy asked, trying hard to give off badass vibes. It wasn't working.
A look of amusement crossed Harry's face. He knew he could waste Draco in a seeker to seeker challenge anyday. "I'll be there, Malfoy, but what about the bet you were talking about?"
"Guess you'll just have to find out when we get there, eh Potter? See you at midnight!" Malfoy said as he climbed down the ladder.
Malfoy obviously thought he was going to win whatever they were betting, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to have something new to make fun of Harry for. His thick friends would laugh for a while and then get tired of it. Harry knew he could take him though, and if Malfoy had a plan to sabatoge their little challenge, it definately wasn't going to work against Harry.
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Harry slipped out of the portrait hole, himself and his Firebolt protected by his father's invisibility cloak. He began to wonder how Malfoy was going to get out of the castle, and thought that he was just trying to set him up. Malfoy wouldn't just not show up for a quidditch challenge though, and Harry continued on towards the massive field.
It was a beautiful night. The stars were shining brightly, and the moon seemed to provide more light than usual. It wouldn't be easy finding a snitch in the dark, but it was better than total darkness. Harry decided to take a few laps around the stadium, and started to do a few easy dives when he heard an all too familiar voice shouting up at him from the ground.
"Getting some last minute practice in before you lose, Potter?"
Harry laughed to himself and started to fly down towards Malfoy. "I highly doubt I'm the one who needs it."
The ground got closer and closer and soon Harry had landed next to Malfoy. "Hey, what's with this bet anyway?" Harry asked, remembering what Malfoy had said about the bet.
"I was wondering when you'd ask about that," Malfoy answered, his smile spreading across his face once again. "I figure, the winner makes the loser kiss the person of their choice...in front of everybody."
Harry thought this was a horrid idea, and started running over all of the people in his head that Malfoy might pick for him. He was already in too deep though and just agreed with it.
Malfoy took the fluttering snitch out of one of his pockets. Harry hadn't realized that he didn't know how in the hell anyone could get a snitch for single player practice, especially an illegal one at midnight. It seemed as if Malfoy could read Harry's mind though because after a minute of looking at it with pride he finally said, "My father bought this for me, he knows how much I love to practice and decided it would be an excellent present."
"Yeah, maybe because you NEED to practice, seeing as you bought your way onto the team..."
Malfoy just gave a rather dirty glare at Harry before releasing the snitch into the cool night air. They let it go for a minute or so and they both took off, Harry daring Malfoy to even try and manuver as well as he could. They tried to out fly each other for about ten minutes, until Harry saw a speck of gold at the other end of the field, and he tore after it. Malfoy, realizing what was going on turned and sped after him. Harry chased the snitch in a circle, then lower towards the ground, right next to the stands. Malfoy was right on his tail, and Harry was close to the stadium entrance, he almost had it, he just needed to stretch an inch farther...
"Hello boys..." came a deep, bone chilling voice. Harry and his Firebolt spun around a few times, and Malfoy shot straight off of his Nimbus 2001 and fell hard onto the groud.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Snape said cooly, striding over to Draco and Harry. Draco and his Nimbus were in a heap on the field and Harry was shaking madly, clutching his Firebolt so as not to fall over.
Snape was standing right in front of Harry, giving an icy stare down at him. "I don't suppose either of you have a note, I mean, I always thought going out of the school at this hour was against the rules, especially to play quidditch." He turned his glare over to Malfoy, who was still in shock on the ground. "Follow me," Snape said, motioning with his hand to follow him back up to the castle.
Malfoy and Harry marched behind Snape as if going to their own death. No one spoke a word until they were in the castle and safely behind the large main doors.
"You two have detention, tomorrow night, meet in my office at midnight. If you can meet at that hour to play quidditch, you can certainly meet for detention. Now go to your dorms," Snape said, stalking off. It was all very straight forward, he was obviously angred by the fact that he had to punish his favorite student.
"Nice mess you got us into there Malfoy," Harry grunted as he started to walk up the stairs.
"You should be grateful it happened, it got you out of a rather embarrasing date with Weasley in front of the school," Malfoy called out after him.
Harry ignored him as he continued up the staircase. He was too tired and angry at the moment to get into an argument with Malfoy about how he had stood no chance of catching the snitch. He trudged up what seemed like endless stairs and finally made it to the picture of the Fat Lady.
"Rather late, isn't it?" she asked.
Harry sighed. "Wester," he said in an exhausted voice. The Fat Lady tutted at him but her picture swung open and he climed through the portrait hole. He pushed the thoughts of tonights events out of his mind as he walked quietly through the common room and up the spiral staircase to his dorms. He even bother to take off his robes before collapsing onto his four poster into a dreamless sleep.
=To be Continued=