Chapter 1: A Test on Stupidity
A/N: This is NOT an H/Hr ship! Hinted H/G and Hr/R
It was March the third when Harry sat staring fixedly at the written Potions test in his hands. On it Snape had written in red ink: F
"What? I studied! I actually studied!" Harry said outraged.
"Me, too!" Ron spat, "I can't believe that good-for-nothing stupid bast-"
"You flunked Potter?" Harry heard Draco Malfoy sneer. "You too, Weasley? Well the Ministry doesn't look like it's in your future...I s'pose your family will starve, Weasley? It was nice knowing you...And I guess Potter will have to go back to the Muggles.... What's it like there, Potter? Do they treat you right -?" He pulled a face that Harry supposed was sarcastic pity.
"Shove it in Malfoy," Harry said coldly. He turned away trying not to pay attention.
"I'd be quiet if I were you, Potter. You don't want to slip up," Malfoy said, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"What're you on about Malfoy?" Harry whispered crossly as he pulled parchment out of his school bag.
Malfoy smirked without answering.
"What're you -?" Harry whispered again.
"Excuse me, Potter," came Snape's icy voice from across the dungeon, "but I believe this is my class, and I will tell you when you have the right to talk. Ten points from Gryffindor."
"That's not fair! Malfoy was talking, too - "
"Silence!" Snape snarled, his eyes glittering dangerously. "Do not speak to me like that Potter! I suggest you keep quiet, unless you want me to take more."
Harry went through the rest of the Potions lesson fuming about Snape's attitude, and what Malfoy had said. He never gets in trouble, Harry thought angrily. Why is it always me?
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Harry left Snape's class with only one thing on his mind. Well, a few things on his mind, but this thing seemed a little more important: Malfoy. Harry knew that Malfoy's dad was a Death Eater, but he didn't think that Malfoy's attitude towards it was so lax. It probably wouldn't be long until Malfoy was a Death Eater himself. Harry didn't stop until he reached the portrait of the now sleeping Fat Lady and had to yell the password. ("Giggle Givers!")
Harry walked into the Common Room, moving over to the empty armchair by the fire. The flames crackled peacefully, that being the only thing that seemed peaceful now....
"Harry?"
Harry jumped as Ron's hand came round, poking him hard on the shoulder.
"What? Oh...."
"What's up? You got up at the end of Potions and walked out. Your thinking about what Malfoy said, aren't you?" Ron said looking a little uneasy. "Harry, you shouldn't be worried about what he says... I reckon he's just trying to work you up - probably just mad about that last Quidditch match -"
"- He's doing a great job of it too," Harry said looking into the fire. "There's no telling what Malfoy's up to...his dad probably has Death Eater parties... 'When, Knott, do you think we should finish him off?'"
"What're you saying -?" asked Ron.
"Nothing," Harry cut in. "I dunno... it just worries me a bit..." He stood up. "I think I'll go to bed...."
"It's only eight -"
"'Night, Ron," Harry said finally, walking over to the staircase leading up to the boys' dormitories. He climbed the stairs, leaving Ron standing by the fire looking confused. The seventh year boys' dormitory was completely empty, and would probably stay that way until well after mid-night. Harry pulled off his robe and glasses, and got into bed. He lay on his back for what seemed like hours, until at last he fell asleep....
A/N: This is NOT an H/Hr ship! Hinted H/G and Hr/R
It was March the third when Harry sat staring fixedly at the written Potions test in his hands. On it Snape had written in red ink: F
"What? I studied! I actually studied!" Harry said outraged.
"Me, too!" Ron spat, "I can't believe that good-for-nothing stupid bast-"
"You flunked Potter?" Harry heard Draco Malfoy sneer. "You too, Weasley? Well the Ministry doesn't look like it's in your future...I s'pose your family will starve, Weasley? It was nice knowing you...And I guess Potter will have to go back to the Muggles.... What's it like there, Potter? Do they treat you right -?" He pulled a face that Harry supposed was sarcastic pity.
"Shove it in Malfoy," Harry said coldly. He turned away trying not to pay attention.
"I'd be quiet if I were you, Potter. You don't want to slip up," Malfoy said, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"What're you on about Malfoy?" Harry whispered crossly as he pulled parchment out of his school bag.
Malfoy smirked without answering.
"What're you -?" Harry whispered again.
"Excuse me, Potter," came Snape's icy voice from across the dungeon, "but I believe this is my class, and I will tell you when you have the right to talk. Ten points from Gryffindor."
"That's not fair! Malfoy was talking, too - "
"Silence!" Snape snarled, his eyes glittering dangerously. "Do not speak to me like that Potter! I suggest you keep quiet, unless you want me to take more."
Harry went through the rest of the Potions lesson fuming about Snape's attitude, and what Malfoy had said. He never gets in trouble, Harry thought angrily. Why is it always me?
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Harry left Snape's class with only one thing on his mind. Well, a few things on his mind, but this thing seemed a little more important: Malfoy. Harry knew that Malfoy's dad was a Death Eater, but he didn't think that Malfoy's attitude towards it was so lax. It probably wouldn't be long until Malfoy was a Death Eater himself. Harry didn't stop until he reached the portrait of the now sleeping Fat Lady and had to yell the password. ("Giggle Givers!")
Harry walked into the Common Room, moving over to the empty armchair by the fire. The flames crackled peacefully, that being the only thing that seemed peaceful now....
"Harry?"
Harry jumped as Ron's hand came round, poking him hard on the shoulder.
"What? Oh...."
"What's up? You got up at the end of Potions and walked out. Your thinking about what Malfoy said, aren't you?" Ron said looking a little uneasy. "Harry, you shouldn't be worried about what he says... I reckon he's just trying to work you up - probably just mad about that last Quidditch match -"
"- He's doing a great job of it too," Harry said looking into the fire. "There's no telling what Malfoy's up to...his dad probably has Death Eater parties... 'When, Knott, do you think we should finish him off?'"
"What're you saying -?" asked Ron.
"Nothing," Harry cut in. "I dunno... it just worries me a bit..." He stood up. "I think I'll go to bed...."
"It's only eight -"
"'Night, Ron," Harry said finally, walking over to the staircase leading up to the boys' dormitories. He climbed the stairs, leaving Ron standing by the fire looking confused. The seventh year boys' dormitory was completely empty, and would probably stay that way until well after mid-night. Harry pulled off his robe and glasses, and got into bed. He lay on his back for what seemed like hours, until at last he fell asleep....