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Chapter 5 - The Grudge Match
After Harry got dressed, he went quietly down to the silent courtyard. The sun hadn't risen yet and Harry was wide-awake. Thoughts chased each other through his head. Hours flashed by and Harry came up with a thought, whatever Malfoy says, is always a lie and Harry always has defended himself before in matters of life and death. He watched the slowly disappearing moon until the sun had risen giving the Hogwart's grounds a golden-pink colour. The castle looked very inviting and spectacular. Breakfast wouldn't be ready yet. Seconds pasted until a shuffle of feet told Harry someone was coming. Ducking down into the bushes, Harry listened carefully to see who it was. Three people came into the courtyard. As he peeked around some leaves, he noticed it was his least favourite person (if you could call him that), Draco and his two pet drooling boulders, Crabbe and Goyle.
'Did you notice the look on Pee Wee Potter's face, he looked shocked about the news I gave him last night,' drawled Malfoy, 'It's not like he didn't know, he'd have to figure it out one day, how dumb can you get!' Harry looked beyond Malfoy to the corner, where there was a familiar face looking at him, it was Ron, he noticed Harry and gave him the thumbs up (Harry looked at Ron like he was mad) 'I hope Potter's going to die soon, he'll spoil my plans if he doesn't!' whispered Malfoy SO quietly the whole of China could have heard.
A flash of colours made Harry look to the corner, where Ron was standing minutes ago, he was gone. Harry looked towards Malfoy, with a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Ron was on top of Malfoy. Ron threw a punch on Malfoy; he dodged the fist and thrust a kick at Ron (which missed.) Both got up and started a battle which looked similar to a martial arts fight. Ron thrust a kick at Malfoy, sending him flying across the courtyard. He got up, rubbing his head, with a look of deadly enthusiasm on his face, blood slowly running down over his forehead. 'YOU DESERVED THAT MALFOY!' yelled Ron.
Malfoy stayed quiet (which was a very rare occasion), but then a blinding flash of light surrounded both Ron and Malfoy, and quite suddenly they were both blown to opposite ends of the courtyard. Malfoy let out a high-pitched yell and slumped to the cold stone floor, unconscious. Harry looked past the two largely built Slytherin boys to the corner where Ron, had been. A cloak swished around the corner and silent, running footsteps echoed down the empty halls.
Harry swore quietly to himself. So someone had seen the brawl. Ron got up and dragged himself to a bench, his eyes strangely unfocused. Crabbe and Goyle (throwing murderous looks at Ron) carefully picked up their "friend" and left, leaving Ron and Harry alone. Harry ran over to Ron to see if he was OK. He looked dazed. 'Ron, hello?' Harry said uncertainly, waving his hand in front of Ron's eyes. He came to his senses (still looking slightly dazed). 'Oh Harry, What was that?' 'I dunno,' lied Harry, feeling he shouldn't try to make Ron think too hard cause it might hurt his head, 'Come on, we should go back to our dormitory, today is a Sunday, no lessons.' Ron got up and started towards the door to the hall, where the footstep sounded a few minutes ago.
A/N: See? More interesting?
Chapter 5 - The Grudge Match
After Harry got dressed, he went quietly down to the silent courtyard. The sun hadn't risen yet and Harry was wide-awake. Thoughts chased each other through his head. Hours flashed by and Harry came up with a thought, whatever Malfoy says, is always a lie and Harry always has defended himself before in matters of life and death. He watched the slowly disappearing moon until the sun had risen giving the Hogwart's grounds a golden-pink colour. The castle looked very inviting and spectacular. Breakfast wouldn't be ready yet. Seconds pasted until a shuffle of feet told Harry someone was coming. Ducking down into the bushes, Harry listened carefully to see who it was. Three people came into the courtyard. As he peeked around some leaves, he noticed it was his least favourite person (if you could call him that), Draco and his two pet drooling boulders, Crabbe and Goyle.
'Did you notice the look on Pee Wee Potter's face, he looked shocked about the news I gave him last night,' drawled Malfoy, 'It's not like he didn't know, he'd have to figure it out one day, how dumb can you get!' Harry looked beyond Malfoy to the corner, where there was a familiar face looking at him, it was Ron, he noticed Harry and gave him the thumbs up (Harry looked at Ron like he was mad) 'I hope Potter's going to die soon, he'll spoil my plans if he doesn't!' whispered Malfoy SO quietly the whole of China could have heard.
A flash of colours made Harry look to the corner, where Ron was standing minutes ago, he was gone. Harry looked towards Malfoy, with a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Ron was on top of Malfoy. Ron threw a punch on Malfoy; he dodged the fist and thrust a kick at Ron (which missed.) Both got up and started a battle which looked similar to a martial arts fight. Ron thrust a kick at Malfoy, sending him flying across the courtyard. He got up, rubbing his head, with a look of deadly enthusiasm on his face, blood slowly running down over his forehead. 'YOU DESERVED THAT MALFOY!' yelled Ron.
Malfoy stayed quiet (which was a very rare occasion), but then a blinding flash of light surrounded both Ron and Malfoy, and quite suddenly they were both blown to opposite ends of the courtyard. Malfoy let out a high-pitched yell and slumped to the cold stone floor, unconscious. Harry looked past the two largely built Slytherin boys to the corner where Ron, had been. A cloak swished around the corner and silent, running footsteps echoed down the empty halls.
Harry swore quietly to himself. So someone had seen the brawl. Ron got up and dragged himself to a bench, his eyes strangely unfocused. Crabbe and Goyle (throwing murderous looks at Ron) carefully picked up their "friend" and left, leaving Ron and Harry alone. Harry ran over to Ron to see if he was OK. He looked dazed. 'Ron, hello?' Harry said uncertainly, waving his hand in front of Ron's eyes. He came to his senses (still looking slightly dazed). 'Oh Harry, What was that?' 'I dunno,' lied Harry, feeling he shouldn't try to make Ron think too hard cause it might hurt his head, 'Come on, we should go back to our dormitory, today is a Sunday, no lessons.' Ron got up and started towards the door to the hall, where the footstep sounded a few minutes ago.
A/N: See? More interesting?