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Then, Harry stumbled out of the dormitory and half ran to the Great Hall. They were having a ball and so, naturally, when Harry Potter stumbled in, dress robes slightly mussed from all that running, heads turned. Their critical eyes noted a different look about him. His eyes blazed with a desperate fire and Harry nervously tugged at his tie.
He walked over to Ron and his date (Padma, or wait-Parvati?) and greeted his friend.
"Hello, Ron. How are things going?" Harry asked, nervously and slightly out of breath.
Ron gave Harry an odd look.
"Things are going great, Harry. Why?" Ron asked curiously.
"Ron, I need to talk to you in private. And I might need to talk to Ginny too, could you go get her for me?" Harry whispered desperately.
Ron stared out to where his sister was on the dance floor.
"Well, considering Malfoy's bothering her too, I'd say that you're better off dealing with him. I swear, if that git insults my sister one more time I'll-" Ron began, but was cut off mid sentence by Harry's angry tone.
"Look, Ron, believe me, you're better off dealing with him. I could just about kill him right now," Harry said, furious.
Ron looked at Harry.
"Is it because of what he said about Hermione?" Ron asked.
Harry threw a look at Ron.
"Well.He's been bothering us all since first year, honestly Ron. And he's NEVER said anything that bad and condensed in the whole time we've known him. I'll tell you after I get your sister, okay?" Harry said, slightly calmer.
Ron nodded and Harry walked unto the dance floor. He made his way up to where Ginny was dancing with Neville. He tapped Neville on the shoulder and they turned to face each other.
"Hey, Neville, mind if I steal your date for a while? I have to tell her and Ron something important, as a matter of fact, why don't you both come with me?" Harry asked.
Neville and Ginny stopped dancing and were about to leave when Malfoy got in their way.
"Well, well, if it isn't Longbottom, a Weasel, and Potty. What are you doing, engaging in a three-way?" Draco sneered.
Harry sighed and moved past Draco. Draco, however, grabbed his shoulder and forced Harry to face him.
"Where are you going? Off to visit your mudblood? I really don't see why she's worth your time. I mean, she's just a filthy little stupid mudblood girl," Draco smirked.
Harry eyes snapped to Malfoy in a look that would have killed him. Somehow, Harry controlled the anger that rose up inside him.
"Malfoy, I think you've insulted Hermione enough today. It's a shame that you spend all your time picking on girls though. And, you know, I supposedly defeated the Dark Lord and that supposedly makes me a decent wizard, so why exactly do you bad-mouth me and my friends anyways? I mean, wouldn't it pay to be friends with me and my friends?" Harry questioned coolly.
"Shut up, Potter. I can call that filthy little mudblood anything I want and get away with it," Draco threatened.
Draco pushed Harry. Harry fell a little and then stepped forward and landed a hard punch on Draco's cheek. Draco fell from the force and hit the ground harshly. Harry turned and began to walk away. Draco, however, stuck out a foot and tripped him.
Harry aimed a tackle at Draco's stomach and blasted the wind out of him. Draco doubled over in pain and slammed Harry's head against the floor. Harry blindly punched the air nearby Malfoy, getting a few nice hits on his chin, cheek, and eye. Harry flipped Malfoy off him and stormed out of the Great Hall. It was obvious to see that someone's Quidditch training had paid off.
And fortunately for all of them, Snape, the only teacher who would have punished them (because, of course the rest of the teachers all knew that Draco had it coming to him because Harry could only take so much, he HAD been bothering them since first year, and, well, he had insulted Hermione a lot. But then again, Hermione was never one of Snape's favorite students, although, she was, by far, the best), was chatting with Professor Trelawney. Which in itself was quite funny, seeing as Trelawney wasn't exactly Harry's biggest fan either. She happened to catch the fight and indeed believed that yet again, he was going to die.
Ron and Ginny followed.
Loren ;*
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Then, Harry stumbled out of the dormitory and half ran to the Great Hall. They were having a ball and so, naturally, when Harry Potter stumbled in, dress robes slightly mussed from all that running, heads turned. Their critical eyes noted a different look about him. His eyes blazed with a desperate fire and Harry nervously tugged at his tie.
He walked over to Ron and his date (Padma, or wait-Parvati?) and greeted his friend.
"Hello, Ron. How are things going?" Harry asked, nervously and slightly out of breath.
Ron gave Harry an odd look.
"Things are going great, Harry. Why?" Ron asked curiously.
"Ron, I need to talk to you in private. And I might need to talk to Ginny too, could you go get her for me?" Harry whispered desperately.
Ron stared out to where his sister was on the dance floor.
"Well, considering Malfoy's bothering her too, I'd say that you're better off dealing with him. I swear, if that git insults my sister one more time I'll-" Ron began, but was cut off mid sentence by Harry's angry tone.
"Look, Ron, believe me, you're better off dealing with him. I could just about kill him right now," Harry said, furious.
Ron looked at Harry.
"Is it because of what he said about Hermione?" Ron asked.
Harry threw a look at Ron.
"Well.He's been bothering us all since first year, honestly Ron. And he's NEVER said anything that bad and condensed in the whole time we've known him. I'll tell you after I get your sister, okay?" Harry said, slightly calmer.
Ron nodded and Harry walked unto the dance floor. He made his way up to where Ginny was dancing with Neville. He tapped Neville on the shoulder and they turned to face each other.
"Hey, Neville, mind if I steal your date for a while? I have to tell her and Ron something important, as a matter of fact, why don't you both come with me?" Harry asked.
Neville and Ginny stopped dancing and were about to leave when Malfoy got in their way.
"Well, well, if it isn't Longbottom, a Weasel, and Potty. What are you doing, engaging in a three-way?" Draco sneered.
Harry sighed and moved past Draco. Draco, however, grabbed his shoulder and forced Harry to face him.
"Where are you going? Off to visit your mudblood? I really don't see why she's worth your time. I mean, she's just a filthy little stupid mudblood girl," Draco smirked.
Harry eyes snapped to Malfoy in a look that would have killed him. Somehow, Harry controlled the anger that rose up inside him.
"Malfoy, I think you've insulted Hermione enough today. It's a shame that you spend all your time picking on girls though. And, you know, I supposedly defeated the Dark Lord and that supposedly makes me a decent wizard, so why exactly do you bad-mouth me and my friends anyways? I mean, wouldn't it pay to be friends with me and my friends?" Harry questioned coolly.
"Shut up, Potter. I can call that filthy little mudblood anything I want and get away with it," Draco threatened.
Draco pushed Harry. Harry fell a little and then stepped forward and landed a hard punch on Draco's cheek. Draco fell from the force and hit the ground harshly. Harry turned and began to walk away. Draco, however, stuck out a foot and tripped him.
Harry aimed a tackle at Draco's stomach and blasted the wind out of him. Draco doubled over in pain and slammed Harry's head against the floor. Harry blindly punched the air nearby Malfoy, getting a few nice hits on his chin, cheek, and eye. Harry flipped Malfoy off him and stormed out of the Great Hall. It was obvious to see that someone's Quidditch training had paid off.
And fortunately for all of them, Snape, the only teacher who would have punished them (because, of course the rest of the teachers all knew that Draco had it coming to him because Harry could only take so much, he HAD been bothering them since first year, and, well, he had insulted Hermione a lot. But then again, Hermione was never one of Snape's favorite students, although, she was, by far, the best), was chatting with Professor Trelawney. Which in itself was quite funny, seeing as Trelawney wasn't exactly Harry's biggest fan either. She happened to catch the fight and indeed believed that yet again, he was going to die.
Ron and Ginny followed.
Loren ;*
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