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Ch: 12
The next day dawned bright and Harry rolled out of be, clutching his arm. The pain of Ron's betrayal was to much for Harry and when he was sure his other dorm mates where lost in dreamland, he pulled out his trusty dagger. He felt all his fear, his pain and suffering vanish with the blood that rushed from his newly opened wound.
Harry expertly hid his bandaged arm as he dressed in his new robes. A few moments later, a blond head peaked out of its curtained bed. Malfoy's hair was a mess but Harry only found it enhanced Malloy's pale face and blue eyes. "Is it time?" Malfoy asked in a sleepy voice. "Yup. We need to get there early so we have a clear view of the Weasels' face." Harry glanced over at Malfoy while he straightened his cuffs. "Remember, we leave Granger out of this until she interferes." Malfoy stretched and headed off to wake the others.
"All right Potter. We leave her alone but I thought you didn't want anything to do with her?" A loud thump was heard from Goyles' bed quickly followed by some muttering. "Come on, Goyle. Wake up! We'll need your help today." Malfoy left the bed and headed over to wake Crabbe. "What's so special about today Draco?" asked Blaise Zambini. The small brunette rubbed his brown eyes as he stretched. "Nothing but a little bit of entertainment. You'll all see at breakfast. Malfoy, I will meet you in the common room when you're done but we'll need to hurry so don't take forever styling your hair." Harry left his room followed by soft laughter. 'Slytherin isn't so bad after all.'
Ten minutes later, the small band of Slytherins were sitting at their table as they waited for the rest of the school to file into the Great Hall. Malfoy sat at Harry's left and he was surprised to find that it only took Malfoy five minutes to primp himself. "It usually takes longer," confessed Blaise. Harry smiled lightly and waited. The whole table tensed as they spotted Ron Weasley, chatting lightly with Dean Thomas as he sat down. They all remembered yesterdays incident and by the look of utter loathing on Ron's face, they knew he hadn't either. Harry's mind filled with rage as he saw the look of contempt that was flashed his way. 'How dare he assume to judge me! Just because I wanted to find happiness and left his side doesn't mean he can assume he knows me at all!'
Malfoy glanced at Harry and placed a soft hand on his arm. The look of utter betrayal that swam through Harry's dark green eyes made him flinch just a little. Maybe there was more to Harry than he originally thought. "Ready?" he asked softly. "Ready." They pointed their wands at Ron and muttered softly. Then they waited for the spell to take place.
Harry didn't know why they considered this spell to be a Dark one. It was too stupid and immature that Harry, at first, didn't want to bother with it. But now it had its uses. Humiliating the enemy was priority number one.
At first, Ron didn't notice anything was wrong -until his piece of bacon he was trying to eat suddenly grew teeth and bit him. "What the-" was all he managed to say until all the food on the Gryffindor table started to launch themselves at the red head. Ron tried to back away but to no avail; the food kept coming. "STOP!" Ron yelled. The other Gryffindors were huddled underneath the table or outside the hall, seeing as to how they did not want to ruin their own cloths.
"Having problems trying to eat, Weasel? I thought you knew how to use a fork!" shouted Malfoy, admits gales of laughter. "Damn you Malfoy! Take this spell off me, I know you did it!" he shouted back. "As if I would do anything like that!" Harry smothered his own giggle and removed the spell, just as MacGonagall rushed over to help. "Brilliant Potter! Did you see how embarrassed he was!" said one Slytherin. "Ya, that was so cool!" "What did you do?" "I thought you liked that Gryffindork!" "Well, at least we know you're a true Slytherin Harry. Welcome" said Malfoy. With an evil smirk, Harry rose from his seat and headed out of the hall. His dorm mates followed on his heal.
Harry stopped next to a very embarrassed Ron and said, "Great new look Weasley. It goes great with that red hair. Are you trying to make a fashion statement?" Ron's face turned bright red and with a curse he lunged for Harry's throat. "Don't you ever learn? You can't touch me, you sorry piece of filth." Goyle had stepped if front of Ron and was blocking him from reaching Harry with a big arm. "At least I am no traitor," he growled. Harry merely smiled his strange and disturbing smile as he swept out of the room.
"Your time will come Harry. No one hurts me and gets away with it," said a voice that no one noticed.
AN: I know, this was long over due. This chapter is not as good as the others and frankly it sucks. Thanks for all those who read and review. ~Ta-ta
Ch: 12
The next day dawned bright and Harry rolled out of be, clutching his arm. The pain of Ron's betrayal was to much for Harry and when he was sure his other dorm mates where lost in dreamland, he pulled out his trusty dagger. He felt all his fear, his pain and suffering vanish with the blood that rushed from his newly opened wound.
Harry expertly hid his bandaged arm as he dressed in his new robes. A few moments later, a blond head peaked out of its curtained bed. Malfoy's hair was a mess but Harry only found it enhanced Malloy's pale face and blue eyes. "Is it time?" Malfoy asked in a sleepy voice. "Yup. We need to get there early so we have a clear view of the Weasels' face." Harry glanced over at Malfoy while he straightened his cuffs. "Remember, we leave Granger out of this until she interferes." Malfoy stretched and headed off to wake the others.
"All right Potter. We leave her alone but I thought you didn't want anything to do with her?" A loud thump was heard from Goyles' bed quickly followed by some muttering. "Come on, Goyle. Wake up! We'll need your help today." Malfoy left the bed and headed over to wake Crabbe. "What's so special about today Draco?" asked Blaise Zambini. The small brunette rubbed his brown eyes as he stretched. "Nothing but a little bit of entertainment. You'll all see at breakfast. Malfoy, I will meet you in the common room when you're done but we'll need to hurry so don't take forever styling your hair." Harry left his room followed by soft laughter. 'Slytherin isn't so bad after all.'
Ten minutes later, the small band of Slytherins were sitting at their table as they waited for the rest of the school to file into the Great Hall. Malfoy sat at Harry's left and he was surprised to find that it only took Malfoy five minutes to primp himself. "It usually takes longer," confessed Blaise. Harry smiled lightly and waited. The whole table tensed as they spotted Ron Weasley, chatting lightly with Dean Thomas as he sat down. They all remembered yesterdays incident and by the look of utter loathing on Ron's face, they knew he hadn't either. Harry's mind filled with rage as he saw the look of contempt that was flashed his way. 'How dare he assume to judge me! Just because I wanted to find happiness and left his side doesn't mean he can assume he knows me at all!'
Malfoy glanced at Harry and placed a soft hand on his arm. The look of utter betrayal that swam through Harry's dark green eyes made him flinch just a little. Maybe there was more to Harry than he originally thought. "Ready?" he asked softly. "Ready." They pointed their wands at Ron and muttered softly. Then they waited for the spell to take place.
Harry didn't know why they considered this spell to be a Dark one. It was too stupid and immature that Harry, at first, didn't want to bother with it. But now it had its uses. Humiliating the enemy was priority number one.
At first, Ron didn't notice anything was wrong -until his piece of bacon he was trying to eat suddenly grew teeth and bit him. "What the-" was all he managed to say until all the food on the Gryffindor table started to launch themselves at the red head. Ron tried to back away but to no avail; the food kept coming. "STOP!" Ron yelled. The other Gryffindors were huddled underneath the table or outside the hall, seeing as to how they did not want to ruin their own cloths.
"Having problems trying to eat, Weasel? I thought you knew how to use a fork!" shouted Malfoy, admits gales of laughter. "Damn you Malfoy! Take this spell off me, I know you did it!" he shouted back. "As if I would do anything like that!" Harry smothered his own giggle and removed the spell, just as MacGonagall rushed over to help. "Brilliant Potter! Did you see how embarrassed he was!" said one Slytherin. "Ya, that was so cool!" "What did you do?" "I thought you liked that Gryffindork!" "Well, at least we know you're a true Slytherin Harry. Welcome" said Malfoy. With an evil smirk, Harry rose from his seat and headed out of the hall. His dorm mates followed on his heal.
Harry stopped next to a very embarrassed Ron and said, "Great new look Weasley. It goes great with that red hair. Are you trying to make a fashion statement?" Ron's face turned bright red and with a curse he lunged for Harry's throat. "Don't you ever learn? You can't touch me, you sorry piece of filth." Goyle had stepped if front of Ron and was blocking him from reaching Harry with a big arm. "At least I am no traitor," he growled. Harry merely smiled his strange and disturbing smile as he swept out of the room.
"Your time will come Harry. No one hurts me and gets away with it," said a voice that no one noticed.
AN: I know, this was long over due. This chapter is not as good as the others and frankly it sucks. Thanks for all those who read and review. ~Ta-ta