Summary: Harry changes his life when he finds a purse. Or, do the Fates
change it for him?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
A/N: Ares is the God of War. Continue Mon amies!
Chapter 8: Ares
Fate#1: Mistress and Master, thank you for joining us.
"It's no problem." Aphrodite responded giggling. "I always like helping the loveless."
"Speak for yourself cupid." Ares snorted. "Are we done now? The United States is becoming a little too calm. They need my help." Fate#3: Yes sir. Fate#2: Thank you Master.
"I'm out." Ares said, and a spark of black light appeared where he just stood. Then it vanished too.
"Well, I better be off. Jenniffer Lopez is lonely. I think Tom Cruise is single."
And Aphrodite disappeared as well. Fate#2: Back to work my sisters.
Harry was looking for Draco.
Why you ask?
To beat the living snot out of him.
Or talk. Whichever was necessary.
Harry saw him standing near the Great Hall entrance, surrounded by giggling and swooning Hufflepuff girls.
Oh please.
"Malfoy!" Harry screamed for the umpteenth time. He got Draco's attention at last. Draco spotted Harry and smirked. He excused himself from the girls and sauntered over to him.
"How may I help or hinder you?" Draco asked.
"Get stuffed Malfoy. I just want to know why you were talking to Ginny the other day." Harry said coldly.
"I was talking to her because we are friends." Draco said simply. As if he were telling an eight year old, that one and one made two.
Harry laughed hollowly. "Yeah right. I know that she dumped you. This whole 'friends' ploy is probably some scheme to bed her."
"Not that it's any of your damn business, but I do happen to fancy Ginny." Draco said stepping towards Harry. Then he whispered: "besides that, I finally got something you want." Draco took a step back and smirked.
Harry was pissed.
Beyond pissed.
He was livid.
Beyond livid!
He was punching Draco Malfoy in the perfectly structured (* I love his beauty*) face.
Suddenly, Harry was pulled off of Draco by an invisible string. It seemed that it was dragging him, so Harry enjoyed the ride, until the top of his head hit something hard. He closed his eyes, and rubbed the bruise/knot that was sure to be there the next day. When he opened his eyes, the sight did not welcome him.
"Fighting I see." The sight said. "Even without the Dark Lord you seem to be keen on violence."
"Sorry Professor Snape." Harry said tonlessly.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, and detention tonight at eight Potter." Snape said. And with that, he walked over to help Draco. Draco looked at Harry when Snape's back was turned and grinned. Then he mouthed:
"This means war."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
A/N: Ares is the God of War. Continue Mon amies!
Chapter 8: Ares
Fate#1: Mistress and Master, thank you for joining us.
"It's no problem." Aphrodite responded giggling. "I always like helping the loveless."
"Speak for yourself cupid." Ares snorted. "Are we done now? The United States is becoming a little too calm. They need my help." Fate#3: Yes sir. Fate#2: Thank you Master.
"I'm out." Ares said, and a spark of black light appeared where he just stood. Then it vanished too.
"Well, I better be off. Jenniffer Lopez is lonely. I think Tom Cruise is single."
And Aphrodite disappeared as well. Fate#2: Back to work my sisters.
Harry was looking for Draco.
Why you ask?
To beat the living snot out of him.
Or talk. Whichever was necessary.
Harry saw him standing near the Great Hall entrance, surrounded by giggling and swooning Hufflepuff girls.
Oh please.
"Malfoy!" Harry screamed for the umpteenth time. He got Draco's attention at last. Draco spotted Harry and smirked. He excused himself from the girls and sauntered over to him.
"How may I help or hinder you?" Draco asked.
"Get stuffed Malfoy. I just want to know why you were talking to Ginny the other day." Harry said coldly.
"I was talking to her because we are friends." Draco said simply. As if he were telling an eight year old, that one and one made two.
Harry laughed hollowly. "Yeah right. I know that she dumped you. This whole 'friends' ploy is probably some scheme to bed her."
"Not that it's any of your damn business, but I do happen to fancy Ginny." Draco said stepping towards Harry. Then he whispered: "besides that, I finally got something you want." Draco took a step back and smirked.
Harry was pissed.
Beyond pissed.
He was livid.
Beyond livid!
He was punching Draco Malfoy in the perfectly structured (* I love his beauty*) face.
Suddenly, Harry was pulled off of Draco by an invisible string. It seemed that it was dragging him, so Harry enjoyed the ride, until the top of his head hit something hard. He closed his eyes, and rubbed the bruise/knot that was sure to be there the next day. When he opened his eyes, the sight did not welcome him.
"Fighting I see." The sight said. "Even without the Dark Lord you seem to be keen on violence."
"Sorry Professor Snape." Harry said tonlessly.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, and detention tonight at eight Potter." Snape said. And with that, he walked over to help Draco. Draco looked at Harry when Snape's back was turned and grinned. Then he mouthed:
"This means war."