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"Potter and Granger?" A loud voice shook them awake. "I never thought I'd see the day, when Potter and Granger slept together." Harry blinked several times, trying to get his eyes into focus. A blurry figure stood before him. As soon as it all came together, he gave a nasty look to who he saw standing before him. Malfoy.
"Shut up, Malfoy. We weren't sleeping together." Harry mumbled. Draco peered down at the couple, happily cuddled together in the armchair. He jeered.
"So, you call that not sleeping?" Draco retorted, pulling back his bottom lip. Harry glared at him.
"Well, yeah, we were sleeping. But we weren't fucking or anything." Harry insisted. "Wait, what the hell? Why are you in here, anyway? This is the Gryfinddor common room." He asked, grumpily trying to sit up with Hermione so comfortably asleep. Malfoy shrugged.
" I was sent by the headmaster. Dumbledore sent me to get this." He held up something long and gleaming. Harry almost jumped up, knocking Hermione out of the chair when he realized what it was.
"Give me back my broom, Malfoy!" Harry yelled. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and she blinked, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Harry?" She asked, struggling to sit up.
"Looks like your whore has decided to join us." Draco spat out. Harry's insides burned with fury.
"Get up, Herms." Harry said, gently moving her aside. He then jumped up to face Draco.
"She's not my whore!" Harry shouted. All the commotion was bringing students down the stairwell to see what was going on. Ron stumbled down first, and stopped on the last step, frozen in shock, or either too tired to move.
"Harry? What's happening?" He said sleepily, covering his mouth in a yawn. Harry just stared back.
"Your friend Harry, here, was on the couch sleeping with Hermione Granger." Malfoy answered for Harry. Ron looked taken aback.
"What?" He said, almost falling off the step. Harry shook his head in fury, his whole body shaking out of anger. He had his hands clenched up into fists at his sides.
"Ron, don't listen to him." Harry said, turning back to Malfoy. "And why the fuck did Dumbledore send you to get my Fire Bolt?" He demanded. Malfoy smiled evilly, and gripped the broom handle tighter.
"I have no clue, but he sure is helping me out." Harry scowled, ready to blow at any minute.
"The fuck, he sent you! You know very well you are lying, Malfoy!" Harry roared, his whole face turning purple. He suddenly leapt out at Draco, but something came between him and Malfoy, and got punched instead: Hermione.
*
"I didn't mean for it! I swear!" Harry assured Dumbledore, who had called him into his office later that afternoon. Hermione had been sent to the hospital wing, and was being taken care of. Dumbledore stared at Harry with a look he had never seen before. Harry guffawed.
"Harry, we all know you were angry with Draco, but you had absolutely no right to take it out on Ms.Granger." Harry stared at him like he had not heard him correctly.
"What?" He spat out, narrowing his eyes. He would never do that to Hermione! Never! What the hell was Dumbledore playing at?
"Harry, I had sent Mr.Malfoy into the common room to retrieve something of yours, that I needed brought to my office." He laced his fingers together, and stared at Harry over his half moon spectacles.
Harry looked around the office. Sure enough, propped up in one of the corners behind Dumbledore's desk, was his Fire Bolt, one of Harry's most prized possessions. He stared at it a while in shock, before he brought himself to look back into the headmaster's pale eyes.
"Why did you need my broom?" Harry asked, trying so hard not to raise his voice. It was so hard. He felt like screaming, and giving someone a good hard punch in the gut. Harry had never dreamed of it before in his life, but at this moment, he had the urge to do exactly that to Dumbledore.
"My young Harry. I have my reasons."
"But!" Harry could hardly believe his ears. He blinked, and opened his eyes to make sure that it was Dumbledore that he was talking to, someone that used to be his favorite elderly person in the world. Yes, it was no dream, it was indeed Dumbledore. "There's a game next Tuesday!" Harry cried out.
"Yes, I am aware of that." Dumbledore said calmly, still studying Harry. Harry gaped at him, anger swelling in every fiber of his sixteen year old body.
"Then why the fu...I mean, then why in the world did you do this?" Harry stammered. He hoped he would not cry. Dumbledore had not moved a muscle, or hardly even blinked, the whole time they had sat here.
"I told you, Mr.Potter. I have my reasons. Now please, this is enough. Please head back to class." He unlaced his fingers, and lifter up his hands to adjust his spectacles.
"But, Hermione! I have to visit her in the hospital and explain what happened! This is all a mistake! I didn't mean for Hermione to-" Harry cried.
"To your class, Mr.Potter." Dumbledore ordered firmly.
*
{N/A: Tee hee. What is going on with the Professor? I'll make you suffer. Muah ha! You aren't going to find out til later! Oh, and please review!}
"Potter and Granger?" A loud voice shook them awake. "I never thought I'd see the day, when Potter and Granger slept together." Harry blinked several times, trying to get his eyes into focus. A blurry figure stood before him. As soon as it all came together, he gave a nasty look to who he saw standing before him. Malfoy.
"Shut up, Malfoy. We weren't sleeping together." Harry mumbled. Draco peered down at the couple, happily cuddled together in the armchair. He jeered.
"So, you call that not sleeping?" Draco retorted, pulling back his bottom lip. Harry glared at him.
"Well, yeah, we were sleeping. But we weren't fucking or anything." Harry insisted. "Wait, what the hell? Why are you in here, anyway? This is the Gryfinddor common room." He asked, grumpily trying to sit up with Hermione so comfortably asleep. Malfoy shrugged.
" I was sent by the headmaster. Dumbledore sent me to get this." He held up something long and gleaming. Harry almost jumped up, knocking Hermione out of the chair when he realized what it was.
"Give me back my broom, Malfoy!" Harry yelled. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and she blinked, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Harry?" She asked, struggling to sit up.
"Looks like your whore has decided to join us." Draco spat out. Harry's insides burned with fury.
"Get up, Herms." Harry said, gently moving her aside. He then jumped up to face Draco.
"She's not my whore!" Harry shouted. All the commotion was bringing students down the stairwell to see what was going on. Ron stumbled down first, and stopped on the last step, frozen in shock, or either too tired to move.
"Harry? What's happening?" He said sleepily, covering his mouth in a yawn. Harry just stared back.
"Your friend Harry, here, was on the couch sleeping with Hermione Granger." Malfoy answered for Harry. Ron looked taken aback.
"What?" He said, almost falling off the step. Harry shook his head in fury, his whole body shaking out of anger. He had his hands clenched up into fists at his sides.
"Ron, don't listen to him." Harry said, turning back to Malfoy. "And why the fuck did Dumbledore send you to get my Fire Bolt?" He demanded. Malfoy smiled evilly, and gripped the broom handle tighter.
"I have no clue, but he sure is helping me out." Harry scowled, ready to blow at any minute.
"The fuck, he sent you! You know very well you are lying, Malfoy!" Harry roared, his whole face turning purple. He suddenly leapt out at Draco, but something came between him and Malfoy, and got punched instead: Hermione.
*
"I didn't mean for it! I swear!" Harry assured Dumbledore, who had called him into his office later that afternoon. Hermione had been sent to the hospital wing, and was being taken care of. Dumbledore stared at Harry with a look he had never seen before. Harry guffawed.
"Harry, we all know you were angry with Draco, but you had absolutely no right to take it out on Ms.Granger." Harry stared at him like he had not heard him correctly.
"What?" He spat out, narrowing his eyes. He would never do that to Hermione! Never! What the hell was Dumbledore playing at?
"Harry, I had sent Mr.Malfoy into the common room to retrieve something of yours, that I needed brought to my office." He laced his fingers together, and stared at Harry over his half moon spectacles.
Harry looked around the office. Sure enough, propped up in one of the corners behind Dumbledore's desk, was his Fire Bolt, one of Harry's most prized possessions. He stared at it a while in shock, before he brought himself to look back into the headmaster's pale eyes.
"Why did you need my broom?" Harry asked, trying so hard not to raise his voice. It was so hard. He felt like screaming, and giving someone a good hard punch in the gut. Harry had never dreamed of it before in his life, but at this moment, he had the urge to do exactly that to Dumbledore.
"My young Harry. I have my reasons."
"But!" Harry could hardly believe his ears. He blinked, and opened his eyes to make sure that it was Dumbledore that he was talking to, someone that used to be his favorite elderly person in the world. Yes, it was no dream, it was indeed Dumbledore. "There's a game next Tuesday!" Harry cried out.
"Yes, I am aware of that." Dumbledore said calmly, still studying Harry. Harry gaped at him, anger swelling in every fiber of his sixteen year old body.
"Then why the fu...I mean, then why in the world did you do this?" Harry stammered. He hoped he would not cry. Dumbledore had not moved a muscle, or hardly even blinked, the whole time they had sat here.
"I told you, Mr.Potter. I have my reasons. Now please, this is enough. Please head back to class." He unlaced his fingers, and lifter up his hands to adjust his spectacles.
"But, Hermione! I have to visit her in the hospital and explain what happened! This is all a mistake! I didn't mean for Hermione to-" Harry cried.
"To your class, Mr.Potter." Dumbledore ordered firmly.
*
{N/A: Tee hee. What is going on with the Professor? I'll make you suffer. Muah ha! You aren't going to find out til later! Oh, and please review!}