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AN Um... ...yay? chapter 13. We're not sure if you're going to like it, but we tried. Honestly! We did! A few unexpected things are happening now, but you're gonig to have to wait and see what they are, because this chapter doesn't touch on them much. It does get much better though! Enjoy!
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Chapter 13
Talk of Revenge
"It's been two weeks since that letter, Draco," Harry sighed. "I think you can calm down about it now."
"Can't calm down," Draco muttered, pacing his and Harry's rooms. "Too much to think about... Revenge on Snape, I have to kill that damn owl that was sitting on my head... and figure out who it belongs to... and then we have to plan revenge on whoever was threatening us..."
Harry shook his head and flopped down in front of the fireplace, spreading his impossible amount of homework in front of him. Grabbing a quill, he started writing an essay for Charms. An hour later, he looked up to see Draco still pacing and muttering to himself.
"Draco!" Harry snapped, "would you please calm down!? I'm sure that we can figure out whoever it was. But pacing around the room like that is only going to make you dizzy and tired! Not to mention, you've been falling behind in your homework lately!"
Draco stopped pacing and glared at Harry. "Look, Harry," he spat, "walking happens to help me think."
"Hermione helps me think," Harry offered, "maybe she has a few ideas."
Draco's eyes lit up, "That's a great idea!" He cried, running to the door and leaving Harry on his own. Suddenly he was back. "Thanks Harry," he smiled, kissing the black haired boy before running out the door again.
Harry laughed despite of himself and moved back to work on his homework some more, only to find that Mittens had been attacking his quill for the last five minutes.
"Mittens!" Harry moaned, holding up the remains of what used to be his favorite quill, "that was my favorite too!"
The white cat looked up at Harry and gave the most pathetic, tiniest, sad sounding 'mew' in the world. Harry practically melted.
"It's okay," he cooed, trying to make it up to Mittens and scooping up the cat, hugging it tight against his chest. "I can fix it... I think." Mittens crawled up on his shoulders, biting at the frames of his glasses.
*****
Meanwhile, Draco was running down the hallway. Without warning, he ran into something very solid. The blond fell back onto the ground with an 'oomph!'
"Mr. Malfoy, why don't you watch where you're going?"
"Professor Snape," Draco gasped, quickly standing up and brushing himself off. "What are you doing up here?"
"I was just at a meeting with the headmaster," the potions master said, trying to sneer, but failing somewhat as Draco still managed to remind him of Kari, "not that it's any of your business. Next time, will you watch were you're going? That way, I won't have to sanitize my robes."
Draco growled but restrained himself from answering, instead he ran off, returning to his main task of getting to the library, where Hermione was bound to be.
After searching row upon row of books, he found Hermione surrounded with stacks of enormous books. She looked like she was in heaven.
"Hey Hermione! Have you got a minute?"
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading, Hogwarts: a History. "Sure, what's up Draco?"
He sighed, and sat down using a stack of books as a seat. "You see Herm, Harry and I were wondering if you could help us track down somebody."
"Oh?"
Draco nodded. "Yes. You see, we got this note from him. I was wondering if you could analyze it for me."
"Absolutely, do you have the note with you?" Draco handed her the note. It was crumply by now, with bits of oatmeal stuck to it, and Draco and doodled things on it about how he was going to torture whoever it was. He even drew in a detailed drawing of a guillotine.
Hermione winced and squinted as she inspected the hand writing.
"Interesting, I think I know who it is, but as for his motive... I really haven't the foggiest."
Draco was on the edge of his book stack. "Tell me! Tell me who it is!"
"Okay calm down. It's- ...oh, Draco, its Neville. Please don't kill him. He'd never-"
It was too late. Draco was already going back to Harry and Mittens with the information feeling quite certain that Neville was some sort of jealous evil mastermind out to steal his boyfriend.
"Oh yes, the guillotine is too good for that boyfriend-swiping, no-good, quivering pile of jelly!" He muttered to himself as he slammed the door open to the room.
Harry looked up, surprised. "Draco? What's wrong? You look really upset... and your eye is twitching. And you're scaring Mittens!"
Mittens had dove under the bed, her eyes glowing from her new hiding place. She mewed pathetically and Harry dropped to his knees, cooing softly at her.
"I'll tell you what's wrong! We're going to go find Longbottom and ask him what the big idea was of writing that scary, offensive letter!"
Harry was completely dumbfounded as Draco dragged him out of the room halfway carrying him to Gryffindor Tower.
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hope this didn't take too too long *nervous laughter*
please don't hurt us. *run away screaming becasue of vicious readers who have been threatening to kill us if we didn't update soon*
AN Um... ...yay? chapter 13. We're not sure if you're going to like it, but we tried. Honestly! We did! A few unexpected things are happening now, but you're gonig to have to wait and see what they are, because this chapter doesn't touch on them much. It does get much better though! Enjoy!
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Chapter 13
Talk of Revenge
"It's been two weeks since that letter, Draco," Harry sighed. "I think you can calm down about it now."
"Can't calm down," Draco muttered, pacing his and Harry's rooms. "Too much to think about... Revenge on Snape, I have to kill that damn owl that was sitting on my head... and figure out who it belongs to... and then we have to plan revenge on whoever was threatening us..."
Harry shook his head and flopped down in front of the fireplace, spreading his impossible amount of homework in front of him. Grabbing a quill, he started writing an essay for Charms. An hour later, he looked up to see Draco still pacing and muttering to himself.
"Draco!" Harry snapped, "would you please calm down!? I'm sure that we can figure out whoever it was. But pacing around the room like that is only going to make you dizzy and tired! Not to mention, you've been falling behind in your homework lately!"
Draco stopped pacing and glared at Harry. "Look, Harry," he spat, "walking happens to help me think."
"Hermione helps me think," Harry offered, "maybe she has a few ideas."
Draco's eyes lit up, "That's a great idea!" He cried, running to the door and leaving Harry on his own. Suddenly he was back. "Thanks Harry," he smiled, kissing the black haired boy before running out the door again.
Harry laughed despite of himself and moved back to work on his homework some more, only to find that Mittens had been attacking his quill for the last five minutes.
"Mittens!" Harry moaned, holding up the remains of what used to be his favorite quill, "that was my favorite too!"
The white cat looked up at Harry and gave the most pathetic, tiniest, sad sounding 'mew' in the world. Harry practically melted.
"It's okay," he cooed, trying to make it up to Mittens and scooping up the cat, hugging it tight against his chest. "I can fix it... I think." Mittens crawled up on his shoulders, biting at the frames of his glasses.
*****
Meanwhile, Draco was running down the hallway. Without warning, he ran into something very solid. The blond fell back onto the ground with an 'oomph!'
"Mr. Malfoy, why don't you watch where you're going?"
"Professor Snape," Draco gasped, quickly standing up and brushing himself off. "What are you doing up here?"
"I was just at a meeting with the headmaster," the potions master said, trying to sneer, but failing somewhat as Draco still managed to remind him of Kari, "not that it's any of your business. Next time, will you watch were you're going? That way, I won't have to sanitize my robes."
Draco growled but restrained himself from answering, instead he ran off, returning to his main task of getting to the library, where Hermione was bound to be.
After searching row upon row of books, he found Hermione surrounded with stacks of enormous books. She looked like she was in heaven.
"Hey Hermione! Have you got a minute?"
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading, Hogwarts: a History. "Sure, what's up Draco?"
He sighed, and sat down using a stack of books as a seat. "You see Herm, Harry and I were wondering if you could help us track down somebody."
"Oh?"
Draco nodded. "Yes. You see, we got this note from him. I was wondering if you could analyze it for me."
"Absolutely, do you have the note with you?" Draco handed her the note. It was crumply by now, with bits of oatmeal stuck to it, and Draco and doodled things on it about how he was going to torture whoever it was. He even drew in a detailed drawing of a guillotine.
Hermione winced and squinted as she inspected the hand writing.
"Interesting, I think I know who it is, but as for his motive... I really haven't the foggiest."
Draco was on the edge of his book stack. "Tell me! Tell me who it is!"
"Okay calm down. It's- ...oh, Draco, its Neville. Please don't kill him. He'd never-"
It was too late. Draco was already going back to Harry and Mittens with the information feeling quite certain that Neville was some sort of jealous evil mastermind out to steal his boyfriend.
"Oh yes, the guillotine is too good for that boyfriend-swiping, no-good, quivering pile of jelly!" He muttered to himself as he slammed the door open to the room.
Harry looked up, surprised. "Draco? What's wrong? You look really upset... and your eye is twitching. And you're scaring Mittens!"
Mittens had dove under the bed, her eyes glowing from her new hiding place. She mewed pathetically and Harry dropped to his knees, cooing softly at her.
"I'll tell you what's wrong! We're going to go find Longbottom and ask him what the big idea was of writing that scary, offensive letter!"
Harry was completely dumbfounded as Draco dragged him out of the room halfway carrying him to Gryffindor Tower.
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hope this didn't take too too long *nervous laughter*
please don't hurt us. *run away screaming becasue of vicious readers who have been threatening to kill us if we didn't update soon*
