I sighed. I felt refreshed. Very refreshed. I had jacked off, fixed my
hair, taken a nap, and was now heading out of my dormitory, out of the
common room, and into the Great Hall. I spotted Harry, Weasel, Mud-blood,
and the Harry-snatcher Weasley girl at the Gryffindor table. They were all
talking and laughing about something.. I don't know what, nor do I care.
The Harry-snatcher said something to the other three and excused herself. I
knew I had to follow. What kind of story would this be if I didn't. I
waited for her to exit the Hall, before turning to Crabbe and Goyle and
telling them I had to use the lavitory. The bumbled stupidly, and I got up
and followed the girl out of the hall, unnoticed.
She was just coming out of the bathroom when I saw her, and she looked as though she had been crying. Hmmm, wonder why. Oh well, not my place to care. I approached her silently, and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped, then stood facing me, glaring.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, trying to hide the fact that she'd been crying.
"Awww, was the little Weasley girl crying?" I asked, smirking.
"Not on your life, Malfoy," she replied.
"Well, I just thought you should know... I mean, since I am SO noble and all..." I trailed off. She looked curious.
"Well, what?" she asked.
"Harry is cheating on you, you red headed bitch," I would have liked to say. But I didn't. Instead, I said, "I'm SO sorry to have to tell you this, but Potter over there is cheating on you."
"W-what?" she asked. "That's not true, you're making it up!"
"Why were you crying before, you stupid girl? You already SUSPECTED something." In truth, I knew this wasn't true, she was probably crying because of some dead pet or something.
"I never suspected anything! I was only crying because my aunt's cat died, and I always used to play with it." Who's good? "And besides, Harry would never do such a thing!"
"Think again, girl. He's cheating on you with that ditz, Parvati something- or-another." I told her.
"How would you know? It's not like you know ANYTHING about ANY of the Gryffindors," she asked timidly.
"Oh believe me, bitch, I know." I liked using the word bitch. It made me sound dominating. I knew she was caving in, warming up to the idea that her precious Harry could be cheating on her.
I gave her a soft pat on the back. I appeared caring. I told her, "Why don't you go dump that scum before he hurts you any more?"
She sniffed and sighed. "I suppose I should. Thanks for your help, Malfoy." And she was off, heading toward the Great Hall, hopefully to dump Potter. I wanted to be there when it happened, so I followed her. Not wanting to appear as though I was following her, even though I was, I snuck into the Great Hall a good minute after her. The fight had already begun, and had captured the eyes of everyone in the Great Hall. I took my seat at the Slythering table and sat back to watch.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THAT TO ME! YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!" The Weasley girl screamed. I watched Harry's face contort into a look of confusion, then anger.
"I DIDN'T CHEAT! I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU GOT THAT, BUT I DIDN'T! HOW COULD YOU EVER EVEN THINK THAT?!" Harry retorted. I prayed my name wouldn't come up.
"BELIEVE ME, HARRY POTTER, I KNOW YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME!" she shrieked. "Don't even bother to explain. Because I just don't care anymore." She picked up her bag and walked out of the Great Hall, her head held high. At least no one mentioned my name.
Harry sat down, looking deeply confused and very angered. I decided tonight might not be the best of nights to go back to him, but I suppose it might do. I'd have to do it sometime, and if I didn't, he might find out that I told the red head that he was cheating.
Tonight it was. I'd sneak into the Gryffindor common room and get Harry back, no matter what it took.
She was just coming out of the bathroom when I saw her, and she looked as though she had been crying. Hmmm, wonder why. Oh well, not my place to care. I approached her silently, and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped, then stood facing me, glaring.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, trying to hide the fact that she'd been crying.
"Awww, was the little Weasley girl crying?" I asked, smirking.
"Not on your life, Malfoy," she replied.
"Well, I just thought you should know... I mean, since I am SO noble and all..." I trailed off. She looked curious.
"Well, what?" she asked.
"Harry is cheating on you, you red headed bitch," I would have liked to say. But I didn't. Instead, I said, "I'm SO sorry to have to tell you this, but Potter over there is cheating on you."
"W-what?" she asked. "That's not true, you're making it up!"
"Why were you crying before, you stupid girl? You already SUSPECTED something." In truth, I knew this wasn't true, she was probably crying because of some dead pet or something.
"I never suspected anything! I was only crying because my aunt's cat died, and I always used to play with it." Who's good? "And besides, Harry would never do such a thing!"
"Think again, girl. He's cheating on you with that ditz, Parvati something- or-another." I told her.
"How would you know? It's not like you know ANYTHING about ANY of the Gryffindors," she asked timidly.
"Oh believe me, bitch, I know." I liked using the word bitch. It made me sound dominating. I knew she was caving in, warming up to the idea that her precious Harry could be cheating on her.
I gave her a soft pat on the back. I appeared caring. I told her, "Why don't you go dump that scum before he hurts you any more?"
She sniffed and sighed. "I suppose I should. Thanks for your help, Malfoy." And she was off, heading toward the Great Hall, hopefully to dump Potter. I wanted to be there when it happened, so I followed her. Not wanting to appear as though I was following her, even though I was, I snuck into the Great Hall a good minute after her. The fight had already begun, and had captured the eyes of everyone in the Great Hall. I took my seat at the Slythering table and sat back to watch.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THAT TO ME! YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!" The Weasley girl screamed. I watched Harry's face contort into a look of confusion, then anger.
"I DIDN'T CHEAT! I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU GOT THAT, BUT I DIDN'T! HOW COULD YOU EVER EVEN THINK THAT?!" Harry retorted. I prayed my name wouldn't come up.
"BELIEVE ME, HARRY POTTER, I KNOW YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME!" she shrieked. "Don't even bother to explain. Because I just don't care anymore." She picked up her bag and walked out of the Great Hall, her head held high. At least no one mentioned my name.
Harry sat down, looking deeply confused and very angered. I decided tonight might not be the best of nights to go back to him, but I suppose it might do. I'd have to do it sometime, and if I didn't, he might find out that I told the red head that he was cheating.
Tonight it was. I'd sneak into the Gryffindor common room and get Harry back, no matter what it took.