Chapter 3- Insults to lessons and back

Beverly:…

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Draco sighed and stood up.

            "Goodbye pigs."

            Crabbe raised his head from breakfast and stared

            "C'mon, Draco. You can't leave without us!"

            "Of course I can, Vincent. If I couldn't I'd still be here by the end of double potions."

            He glanced over at the Gryffindore table where the "Troublesome Trio" was getting ready to leave.

            "Now If you'll excuse me.

            He picked his books up and walked outside.

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            Harry, Ron and Hermione were discussing Quidditch when Draco interrupted them.

            "Potter, I need a word with you. Without Weasel or Granger, they can go make out or something."

            Ron spun around, beet red, and swung a punch, but Draco merely ducked.

            "Watch it Weasel, you might actually hit something."

            "Why you filthy bastard."

            Hermione glared at the Slytherin and tried to slap him, but he avoided easily. Ron, Hermione and Draco started throwing insults, while Draco easily avoided the others' attacks, physical and metal. Harry grew tired of the fighting VERY rapidly

            "ENOUGH!"

            The other three fell silent. Draco looked on coolly, Hermione huffed and blushed, and Ron simply stared, mouth agape.

            "Go on to the common room. I'll be right there."

            "But Harry…"

            "NOW"

            Hermione sighed, and Ron and she walked off.

            "What do you want, Malfoy?"

            "Not in front of the entrance to the great hall, Potter."

            He pointed at an empty room nearby.

            "Fine"

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            Draco closed the door behind him and sat on a desk nearby.

            "What do you want?'

            "About that dream."

            Harry stared strangely.

            "You want to talk to me about a dream you had?"

            "No, Potter. About a dream YOU had. Last night."

            "What are you talking about, Malfoy?"

            "THIS."

            Draco smirked and released his wings. Harry fell out of his chair.

            "Thought so."

            "So, like, the whole thing?"

            "Yes, including the dragon and unicorn."

            "And the name calling."

            Draco opened his mouth to respond, but then realized what was said and closed it quickly.

            "Uhh…"

            This time, Harry smirked.

            "Well well well. Looks like someone's been hiding something."

            "Whatever, Potter. Let me remind you that I don't stare at a certain seeker like a lovesick puppy every three seconds."

            "I do not."

            "Oh, then I'm sure you've never heard the name Cho Chang before."

            Harry turned a vivid shade of red.

            "Shut up, Malfoy. Besides, I don't have wings."

            "You're a goddamned bloody idiot, Harry Potter. You need 'awakening' in real life. Dreams don't count."

            "Then how-"

            "It's different for everyone."

            "How'd you-"

            "I do not want to, and will not, talk about it."

            Draco narrowed his eyes and glared, discouraging any continuance on the subject. Harry sighed.

            "How come-"

            "Because I already know what you're going to say."

            "How come?"

            "Because you're so goddamn impossible to read, Wonder Boy."

            The words were dripping thickly with sarcasm. Draco looked annoyed.

            "Even Ron doesn't know me that well. You're hiding something from me, Draco Malfoy."

            "I don't need to. You're horrible at reading people, and so are Weasel and Granger. Always being careful about the wrong people."

            "Are you implying yourself, Malfoy?"

            "No, I'm implying Snape, and Crouch's son, and others I could name."

            "Watch your mouth."

            "I don't need to. My specialty is destruction, unlike someone I know."

            Harry stood up angrily and stormed to the door.

            "I'm getting tired of you, Dragon Boy."

            He walked out and slammed the door.

            "That's too bad, Potter. You'll be seeing a lot of me soon enough. After all, the angels of protection and destruction have always worked together in the past, and you're not going to change that."

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            Harry stomped along, fist clenched, and muttering to himself.

            "You'll see what I can do, Draco Malfoy. Just wait and see."

            But what could he do, really?

            'Just wait and see.'

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            Soon enough, they would both find out what they could do… though no one would expect it. After all… sometimes protection wa more than defensive. And destruction more than offensive.

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Beverly: No, I'm not just putting than in for effects… though it'll be a long while before you get what I mean. Please review and hope to see you next chapter. Bye