1 Hey! This is my firs fic. I'm WARNING now! :::::THIS WILL BECOME SLASH IN
A NEAR FUTURE::::: You have been warned…I don't want flames later on,
complaining 'cause it's gross, ok? 'Cause I DID warn! ( Oh yeah, rated PG-
13 for slash and language!
Summary: Harry and Draco both end up going to a muggle school…How you ask…read!
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the plot, and the really pathetic names (you'll see) later on in the story. Everything that has to do with the magical world of Harry Potter belongs to the goddess of literature, J.K. Rowling.
/…/ Are thoughts
*…* Is for something really emphasized
*****…..***** Are flashbacks and when they end (duh. I explain it in the story, but just to make sure…)
~This chapter is dedicated to Morien Alexander for being an excellent reviewer, and simply *because*. You have no idea how happy I was that someone actually drew something because of my story *sniff*; so I'm dedicating this chapter to you…thank you so much… and well, yeah…thanks! Just so you know, I have the drawing up on my wall…=)
1.1 Ashtrona Hills
-Chapter 3-
The First Day
"My father…he's…alive?"
Draco couldn't believe this. His father…his own flesh and blood had just stranded him like that. At the moment, Draco was feeling a variety of emotions, all stuffed together: anger, panic, disappointment, but above all, he was feeling hurt.
True, he and his father had never been very close, but it was still his father; and opposite to what everyone might think about his father being bad to him and torturing him, they were all wrong. Lucius, in his opinion, was an excellent father. He gave Draco everything he could ever ask for, he never punished Draco and well, he was *nice*. Not that Lucius was that way to anyone else, but still. He was a good enough father for him and that's all that mattered. He fulfilled all of Draco's needs, and besides not always being home due to Death Eater duties, he was all right.
Draco stood there, processing the newly given information, while Harry carefully stared him down.
"Um…are you OK?" Harry asked in a very slow manner.
Draco just stared ahead, before answering, "Are you sure Potter? I mean, *really* sure?"
"Well, yeah. I'm positive it was Lucius in Dudley's room, it looked just like him; and you can't use Polyjuice Potion if the person you want to become is dead. Besides, he mentioned you." Harry answered.
Draco looked interested at that last comment. "Oh really? What did he say about me?"
"Well, he said something like, 'don't get close to my son, 'cause he might mess up…or keep on messing up'. I can't remember the exact words, but it was something along those lines."
"Mmmmm…" was all Draco said. He looked very thoughtful, and stayed quiet. It was actually a very calm silence compared to all the other confrontations between himself and Malfoy.
But the silence only lasted a small while, because the next thing he new, some crazy black-haired girl came storming up to them.
Harry had no clue as to who she may be.
Draco new instantly: Cindy.
"Ugh! Cindy, get lost!" he yelled, impatient.
"Well, no Drakie-poo, you'll need help on your first day here!" she replied, now surrounded not only by Sabrina, but also a red-haired girl with blue eyes and freckles, and two almost identical blonds with brown eyes. She also had 5 boys behind her, all groveling for her attention and staring at Draco through narrowed eyes full of envy.
Harry snorted. "Um…Drakie-poo?" He snickered at the pathetic excuse of a pet name.
"Shut up, Potter!" he gave Harry a warning glare and turned back to Cindy.
"It's alright, I don't need your help."
"But Draco!!" she whined, and even though he'd been there all the while, she noticed Harry for the first time. "Who are you?" she asked, annoyed with the fact that Draco had somehow replaced her, but with some interested and curiosity as to who this scrawny, but handsome new boy could be.
"Err…my name's Harry. Harry Potter." He held out his hand a little nervously. He had no clue why, but being the new boy always made him nervous. / Probably something to do with the Dursleys. After all, my experience with them wasn't very nice. / He thought.
Cindy seemed to find the nervousness endearing, and smiled at him in a sweet manner. "Well, hello Harry. My name's Cindy Cunnings. You're new, I suppose?"
"Yeah." Harry replied, still quite nervous.
"Aw, well if you need my help ask Tommy here. He'll look for me at your request." She pushed one the boys towards Harry, and batted her eyelashes, flirting.
Draco rolled his eyes when he realized that Cindy was trying to get Harry to notice her, just as she'd tried with himself, though he'd paid no heed to her shenanigans.
Harry, on the other hand, being the innocent bloke that he was, had yet to notice Cindy's way of flirting.
"Um, thanks. But I don't think I'll need much help." He replied, honestly.
Draco snorted and Tommy looked relieved that he didn't have to follow some stranger around, tending to his every need.
"Well, OK then." Cindy smiled at both Draco and Harry in turn and turned back to her group of friends. As soon as they turned around, Draco could hear even more giggling than before.
Draco turned back to Harry. "Well Potter, as much as I hate to admit it, it looks as though we're stuck together once again…Yey!!" he exclaimed sarcastically. "Then again, at least it's not Cindy." This comment though, was *very* sincere.
"Well Malfoy, we don't *have* to be stuck together. I mean, I'm sure you can handle a bunch of muggles by yourself, right? So I'll just be off." This took Draco by surprise, completely. / What the hell is Potter playing at? Does he think I'll beg for his help? I can cope all by myself! / He thought.
"Alright Potter. See you around…not." And he turned and walked away, leaving an amazed Harry behind.
/ Well, if he thinks he can handle going to school with muggles, pretending to be one of them, but without knowing anything of what normal muggles know by our age, then fine! I won't help…and he can't tell anyone else that he's never studied Math or History or Chemistry. Well, I've never seen Chemistry either, but that's beside the point! /
And with that thought finished, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of school.
/ Oh Gods…here goes to nothing! / They both thought, unknown to the other (A/N: …duh…), at the same time.
* * *
Mrs. Figg went back inside her home once Harry was too far away for her to be able to see him anymore.
At the moment, she was bustling around, looking for some parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink.
"Oh Gods! Where on earth have I put my…? Oh, here it is." She exclaimed as she came across the last item she needed in order to write a letter.
She sat down at her kitchen table and began to write:
Dear Professor Albus Dumbledore,
It has come to my attention that a problem is present here in Surrey, near my home. As you should be aware by now, young Harry Potter is not attending Hogwarts this year. Apparently, his uncle has forbid him to go, and he is now attending a local school; Ashtrona Hills Secondary School I believe.
The fact that no wizard has been present to notify me of any plan is disturbing me. I was appointed Mr. Potter's "guardian", for lack of a better word; and the fact that I am not aware of what is happening in the Dursley household, if you instructed Harry to stay this year or if this is all happening without your knowledge, is making me slightly preoccupied.
I do not know of any scheme against Lord Voldemort, or one of his own for that matter; nor do I know if his uncle, for punishment, is just detaining young Mr. Potter; but I do know that normally, I would be aware if something was amiss and if my help was needed.
If you would, please stop by the neighborhood and check up on Harry and his "family", just to be sure that all is well. I would go, but Mr. Dursley might suspect something, as I am supposed to be a normal muggle who knows nothing of Hogwarts or the magical world.
Please let me know what exactly is going on once everything is settled. I will be expecting your owl.
This is all for Harry's well-being,
Sincerely yours,
Arabella Figg
Once the letter was finished, she proof-read it to make sure everything was alright. After that was done, she went and retrieved her old owl, Pixie, from its cage, and sent her off with the post.
Mrs. Figg sighed as she watched the owl fly away in the distance. "I just hope all goes right, and what's happening is only one of Albus' plans to keep Harry safe." She muttered in a very quiet tone of voice.
* * *
"Now class…since you have all settled down, we should begin our school year. I am Professor Candice, and I will be teaching Mathematics. I believe we have two new students this year, so why don't you come up here and introduce yourselves, eh?"
Draco and Harry both stood up and walked slowly to the front of the class. They stared at each other for a minute, as if having a silent fight over who should go first, when Harry spoke up.
"Err…well, my name is Harry Potter and I live in Privet Drive, here at Surrey." He said, the nervousness from before still not faded in the tiniest bit. Once again, Cindy was looking at him in a way that had 'You are so cute' written all over her face, and this time, Harry caught it. He raised his eyebrows at her and blushed.
The girls giggled and a few of the boys snickered.
"Now children, quiet down. It's terrible being the new kid. So Harry, where did you move from?" she smiled nicely at him (A/N: for those who want to know, Prof. Candice is a tall woman with dark brown hair and eyes, in her mid-40s.)
"Actually, I've always lived there." He said sheepishly, which only caused the class to giggle (or snicker) more.
"Well, seriously! Everyone be quiet! Now Harry, what school did you attend before Ashtrona Hills?"
"Err…I went to…err…a private school. Up north." (A/N: Hogwarts is north, right? 'Cause I don't have my books right now…hehe.) Harry felt he was getting redder by the minute. At the moment, he probably looked like a tomato or something.
"Very well then. And who are you young man?" this time, she addressed Draco.
Being the way he was, Draco confidently stepped up, not even the slightest bit nervous.
"My name is Draco Malfoy and I live three blocks down, in Sunny Ray's Shelter for Homeless Children." People had begun to snicker (or giggle) at his name, but when he mentioned where he lived, they stopped. He may have a funny name, but everyone knew better than to make fun of a boy with no parents.
"Oh dear! What happened…?" but Draco cut her off.
"My parents died during an accident at my house this summer. I *don't* want to talk about it." He stated, very clearly. He didn't fancy having people pitying him throughout the school year…how annoying would *that* be?!
"Yes, well…err…you can both take your seats now."
Draco and Harry both walked back to their seats and sat down. Oddly enough, they were to sit next to each other in this class for the year.
"Alright, lets begin. First, we'll be reviewing what you saw last year; so if you would all open your books to page 10, we can start at problem 5…"
* * *
Fifteen minutes into the class and already Draco was completely lost. What the hell was all that crap written on the board? The only class he'd ever seen similar to this was Arithmancy, and that, in itself, was totally different from this stuff.
He looked over at Potter. /Mmmm, he seems to know what's going on. Maybe I should ask…? No! I'd just make a fool of myself…but then again, I'll make an even bigger fool of myself if they ask me a question and I haven't the slightest clue what the answer could be. So what will it be: make a fool of myself to Potter or the whole class? Potter… / He thought
"Potter! Psst, Potter!" he whispered so only Harry could hear.
Harry turned to look at him, surprised, and asked "What?" in a very low voice.
"What the fuck is that supposed to be?" Draco asked him, pointing to the board.
"I thought you didn't need my help." Harry replied, smirking.
Draco raised his eyebrows and blushed pink. "Well, I—I…err…" But Professor Candice cut him off.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, what is going on?"
They both looked up to find an annoyed looking professor, and the class snickering (or giggling) once again on their behalf.
"Err…well…you see…" Harry began, but Draco cut him off.
"He was bothering me professor." Draco said, much to Harry's surprise. "He wanted to know what the answer was."
Harry threw Draco a look that, cliché and all, would kill if, of course, looks could kill.
"Well then Mr. Potter, bothering fellow students is not acceptable in this school! And on your first day! I'm very surprised…but since it *is* your first day, I'll be lenient and not punish you. If there is one more problem though, you'll be out of this classroom!" she said while pointing her finger in an accusing manner, as if she was speaking to a 5 year old.
"Yes Professor Candice." Harry replied, obediently. (*Snicker*/*giggle*)
"Very well! Now…" But Harry heard no more since he could only concentrate on yet another whisper coming from his left.
"Psst! Potter, help me!" Draco said once again.
"No!" Harry replied, annoyed.
"Oh, come on Potter! Don't be a Potty!!" Draco snickered at his own joke.
"No, Malfoy…bugger off!!" he whispered, in a harder voice.
"But Potter," Draco whined "I don't know *anything*! I have no clue what's up on that board…I can't believe I'm gonna say this but…*please*? I'll make a fool of myself if you don't help!"
"Then make a fool of yourself 'cause *I won't help*! Ask Cindy, I'm sure she'll be glad to help you." Harry said out of the corner of his mouth.
"No…Potter *please*…"
"I said *no*."
"Please…?"
"No…"
"*Pretty* please..."
This time though, Harry lost his patience, and instead of being discrete and quiet, he jumped up yelling "No Malfoy, *no*!! Dammit, leave me *alone*, you GIT!!!" Harry's eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hands, surprised at his own reaction.
Draco was pretty surprised as well…how could Hogwarts' Golden Boy, the "perfect" Harry Potter, act the way he just had?
"Mr. Potter!" Professor Candice cried, amazed at how this new boy had the nerve to yell obscenities in her classroom.
"No! Professor Candice, it wasn't me, I swear! It was Malfoy! He…" But no one got to know what it was that Malfoy had done, because Professor Candice cut him off.
"No, Mr. Potter, I will *not* hear it! I warned you to stay still and be quiet, but you didn't listen!" she exclaimed as she walked up to him and took his arm. "You've just earned yourself a detention *and* a visit to Professor Nottingham's office!"
With that said, she dragged him off towards the door.
"But—but—It wasn't me! I swear, Malfoy…" Harry had another futile attempt to convince her it was *Malfoys* fault. Not his…
"No excuses Mr. Potter! You will assume *your own* responsibilities for *your own* faults!" she replied.
The class snickered some more as Harry was taken away to Professor Nottingham's office to speak of his detention.
/Well, what do you know? It looks as if Potter *can* be bad…/ Draco thought with a smirk.
Harry though, was thinking more along the lines of: / My first day and I'm already in trouble! I swear, I'll have Malfoy's head if it's the last thing I do! /
-End Chapter 3-tbc (if you want me to!)
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Summary: Harry and Draco both end up going to a muggle school…How you ask…read!
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the plot, and the really pathetic names (you'll see) later on in the story. Everything that has to do with the magical world of Harry Potter belongs to the goddess of literature, J.K. Rowling.
/…/ Are thoughts
*…* Is for something really emphasized
*****…..***** Are flashbacks and when they end (duh. I explain it in the story, but just to make sure…)
~This chapter is dedicated to Morien Alexander for being an excellent reviewer, and simply *because*. You have no idea how happy I was that someone actually drew something because of my story *sniff*; so I'm dedicating this chapter to you…thank you so much… and well, yeah…thanks! Just so you know, I have the drawing up on my wall…=)
1.1 Ashtrona Hills
-Chapter 3-
The First Day
"My father…he's…alive?"
Draco couldn't believe this. His father…his own flesh and blood had just stranded him like that. At the moment, Draco was feeling a variety of emotions, all stuffed together: anger, panic, disappointment, but above all, he was feeling hurt.
True, he and his father had never been very close, but it was still his father; and opposite to what everyone might think about his father being bad to him and torturing him, they were all wrong. Lucius, in his opinion, was an excellent father. He gave Draco everything he could ever ask for, he never punished Draco and well, he was *nice*. Not that Lucius was that way to anyone else, but still. He was a good enough father for him and that's all that mattered. He fulfilled all of Draco's needs, and besides not always being home due to Death Eater duties, he was all right.
Draco stood there, processing the newly given information, while Harry carefully stared him down.
"Um…are you OK?" Harry asked in a very slow manner.
Draco just stared ahead, before answering, "Are you sure Potter? I mean, *really* sure?"
"Well, yeah. I'm positive it was Lucius in Dudley's room, it looked just like him; and you can't use Polyjuice Potion if the person you want to become is dead. Besides, he mentioned you." Harry answered.
Draco looked interested at that last comment. "Oh really? What did he say about me?"
"Well, he said something like, 'don't get close to my son, 'cause he might mess up…or keep on messing up'. I can't remember the exact words, but it was something along those lines."
"Mmmmm…" was all Draco said. He looked very thoughtful, and stayed quiet. It was actually a very calm silence compared to all the other confrontations between himself and Malfoy.
But the silence only lasted a small while, because the next thing he new, some crazy black-haired girl came storming up to them.
Harry had no clue as to who she may be.
Draco new instantly: Cindy.
"Ugh! Cindy, get lost!" he yelled, impatient.
"Well, no Drakie-poo, you'll need help on your first day here!" she replied, now surrounded not only by Sabrina, but also a red-haired girl with blue eyes and freckles, and two almost identical blonds with brown eyes. She also had 5 boys behind her, all groveling for her attention and staring at Draco through narrowed eyes full of envy.
Harry snorted. "Um…Drakie-poo?" He snickered at the pathetic excuse of a pet name.
"Shut up, Potter!" he gave Harry a warning glare and turned back to Cindy.
"It's alright, I don't need your help."
"But Draco!!" she whined, and even though he'd been there all the while, she noticed Harry for the first time. "Who are you?" she asked, annoyed with the fact that Draco had somehow replaced her, but with some interested and curiosity as to who this scrawny, but handsome new boy could be.
"Err…my name's Harry. Harry Potter." He held out his hand a little nervously. He had no clue why, but being the new boy always made him nervous. / Probably something to do with the Dursleys. After all, my experience with them wasn't very nice. / He thought.
Cindy seemed to find the nervousness endearing, and smiled at him in a sweet manner. "Well, hello Harry. My name's Cindy Cunnings. You're new, I suppose?"
"Yeah." Harry replied, still quite nervous.
"Aw, well if you need my help ask Tommy here. He'll look for me at your request." She pushed one the boys towards Harry, and batted her eyelashes, flirting.
Draco rolled his eyes when he realized that Cindy was trying to get Harry to notice her, just as she'd tried with himself, though he'd paid no heed to her shenanigans.
Harry, on the other hand, being the innocent bloke that he was, had yet to notice Cindy's way of flirting.
"Um, thanks. But I don't think I'll need much help." He replied, honestly.
Draco snorted and Tommy looked relieved that he didn't have to follow some stranger around, tending to his every need.
"Well, OK then." Cindy smiled at both Draco and Harry in turn and turned back to her group of friends. As soon as they turned around, Draco could hear even more giggling than before.
Draco turned back to Harry. "Well Potter, as much as I hate to admit it, it looks as though we're stuck together once again…Yey!!" he exclaimed sarcastically. "Then again, at least it's not Cindy." This comment though, was *very* sincere.
"Well Malfoy, we don't *have* to be stuck together. I mean, I'm sure you can handle a bunch of muggles by yourself, right? So I'll just be off." This took Draco by surprise, completely. / What the hell is Potter playing at? Does he think I'll beg for his help? I can cope all by myself! / He thought.
"Alright Potter. See you around…not." And he turned and walked away, leaving an amazed Harry behind.
/ Well, if he thinks he can handle going to school with muggles, pretending to be one of them, but without knowing anything of what normal muggles know by our age, then fine! I won't help…and he can't tell anyone else that he's never studied Math or History or Chemistry. Well, I've never seen Chemistry either, but that's beside the point! /
And with that thought finished, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of school.
/ Oh Gods…here goes to nothing! / They both thought, unknown to the other (A/N: …duh…), at the same time.
* * *
Mrs. Figg went back inside her home once Harry was too far away for her to be able to see him anymore.
At the moment, she was bustling around, looking for some parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink.
"Oh Gods! Where on earth have I put my…? Oh, here it is." She exclaimed as she came across the last item she needed in order to write a letter.
She sat down at her kitchen table and began to write:
Dear Professor Albus Dumbledore,
It has come to my attention that a problem is present here in Surrey, near my home. As you should be aware by now, young Harry Potter is not attending Hogwarts this year. Apparently, his uncle has forbid him to go, and he is now attending a local school; Ashtrona Hills Secondary School I believe.
The fact that no wizard has been present to notify me of any plan is disturbing me. I was appointed Mr. Potter's "guardian", for lack of a better word; and the fact that I am not aware of what is happening in the Dursley household, if you instructed Harry to stay this year or if this is all happening without your knowledge, is making me slightly preoccupied.
I do not know of any scheme against Lord Voldemort, or one of his own for that matter; nor do I know if his uncle, for punishment, is just detaining young Mr. Potter; but I do know that normally, I would be aware if something was amiss and if my help was needed.
If you would, please stop by the neighborhood and check up on Harry and his "family", just to be sure that all is well. I would go, but Mr. Dursley might suspect something, as I am supposed to be a normal muggle who knows nothing of Hogwarts or the magical world.
Please let me know what exactly is going on once everything is settled. I will be expecting your owl.
This is all for Harry's well-being,
Sincerely yours,
Arabella Figg
Once the letter was finished, she proof-read it to make sure everything was alright. After that was done, she went and retrieved her old owl, Pixie, from its cage, and sent her off with the post.
Mrs. Figg sighed as she watched the owl fly away in the distance. "I just hope all goes right, and what's happening is only one of Albus' plans to keep Harry safe." She muttered in a very quiet tone of voice.
* * *
"Now class…since you have all settled down, we should begin our school year. I am Professor Candice, and I will be teaching Mathematics. I believe we have two new students this year, so why don't you come up here and introduce yourselves, eh?"
Draco and Harry both stood up and walked slowly to the front of the class. They stared at each other for a minute, as if having a silent fight over who should go first, when Harry spoke up.
"Err…well, my name is Harry Potter and I live in Privet Drive, here at Surrey." He said, the nervousness from before still not faded in the tiniest bit. Once again, Cindy was looking at him in a way that had 'You are so cute' written all over her face, and this time, Harry caught it. He raised his eyebrows at her and blushed.
The girls giggled and a few of the boys snickered.
"Now children, quiet down. It's terrible being the new kid. So Harry, where did you move from?" she smiled nicely at him (A/N: for those who want to know, Prof. Candice is a tall woman with dark brown hair and eyes, in her mid-40s.)
"Actually, I've always lived there." He said sheepishly, which only caused the class to giggle (or snicker) more.
"Well, seriously! Everyone be quiet! Now Harry, what school did you attend before Ashtrona Hills?"
"Err…I went to…err…a private school. Up north." (A/N: Hogwarts is north, right? 'Cause I don't have my books right now…hehe.) Harry felt he was getting redder by the minute. At the moment, he probably looked like a tomato or something.
"Very well then. And who are you young man?" this time, she addressed Draco.
Being the way he was, Draco confidently stepped up, not even the slightest bit nervous.
"My name is Draco Malfoy and I live three blocks down, in Sunny Ray's Shelter for Homeless Children." People had begun to snicker (or giggle) at his name, but when he mentioned where he lived, they stopped. He may have a funny name, but everyone knew better than to make fun of a boy with no parents.
"Oh dear! What happened…?" but Draco cut her off.
"My parents died during an accident at my house this summer. I *don't* want to talk about it." He stated, very clearly. He didn't fancy having people pitying him throughout the school year…how annoying would *that* be?!
"Yes, well…err…you can both take your seats now."
Draco and Harry both walked back to their seats and sat down. Oddly enough, they were to sit next to each other in this class for the year.
"Alright, lets begin. First, we'll be reviewing what you saw last year; so if you would all open your books to page 10, we can start at problem 5…"
* * *
Fifteen minutes into the class and already Draco was completely lost. What the hell was all that crap written on the board? The only class he'd ever seen similar to this was Arithmancy, and that, in itself, was totally different from this stuff.
He looked over at Potter. /Mmmm, he seems to know what's going on. Maybe I should ask…? No! I'd just make a fool of myself…but then again, I'll make an even bigger fool of myself if they ask me a question and I haven't the slightest clue what the answer could be. So what will it be: make a fool of myself to Potter or the whole class? Potter… / He thought
"Potter! Psst, Potter!" he whispered so only Harry could hear.
Harry turned to look at him, surprised, and asked "What?" in a very low voice.
"What the fuck is that supposed to be?" Draco asked him, pointing to the board.
"I thought you didn't need my help." Harry replied, smirking.
Draco raised his eyebrows and blushed pink. "Well, I—I…err…" But Professor Candice cut him off.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, what is going on?"
They both looked up to find an annoyed looking professor, and the class snickering (or giggling) once again on their behalf.
"Err…well…you see…" Harry began, but Draco cut him off.
"He was bothering me professor." Draco said, much to Harry's surprise. "He wanted to know what the answer was."
Harry threw Draco a look that, cliché and all, would kill if, of course, looks could kill.
"Well then Mr. Potter, bothering fellow students is not acceptable in this school! And on your first day! I'm very surprised…but since it *is* your first day, I'll be lenient and not punish you. If there is one more problem though, you'll be out of this classroom!" she said while pointing her finger in an accusing manner, as if she was speaking to a 5 year old.
"Yes Professor Candice." Harry replied, obediently. (*Snicker*/*giggle*)
"Very well! Now…" But Harry heard no more since he could only concentrate on yet another whisper coming from his left.
"Psst! Potter, help me!" Draco said once again.
"No!" Harry replied, annoyed.
"Oh, come on Potter! Don't be a Potty!!" Draco snickered at his own joke.
"No, Malfoy…bugger off!!" he whispered, in a harder voice.
"But Potter," Draco whined "I don't know *anything*! I have no clue what's up on that board…I can't believe I'm gonna say this but…*please*? I'll make a fool of myself if you don't help!"
"Then make a fool of yourself 'cause *I won't help*! Ask Cindy, I'm sure she'll be glad to help you." Harry said out of the corner of his mouth.
"No…Potter *please*…"
"I said *no*."
"Please…?"
"No…"
"*Pretty* please..."
This time though, Harry lost his patience, and instead of being discrete and quiet, he jumped up yelling "No Malfoy, *no*!! Dammit, leave me *alone*, you GIT!!!" Harry's eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hands, surprised at his own reaction.
Draco was pretty surprised as well…how could Hogwarts' Golden Boy, the "perfect" Harry Potter, act the way he just had?
"Mr. Potter!" Professor Candice cried, amazed at how this new boy had the nerve to yell obscenities in her classroom.
"No! Professor Candice, it wasn't me, I swear! It was Malfoy! He…" But no one got to know what it was that Malfoy had done, because Professor Candice cut him off.
"No, Mr. Potter, I will *not* hear it! I warned you to stay still and be quiet, but you didn't listen!" she exclaimed as she walked up to him and took his arm. "You've just earned yourself a detention *and* a visit to Professor Nottingham's office!"
With that said, she dragged him off towards the door.
"But—but—It wasn't me! I swear, Malfoy…" Harry had another futile attempt to convince her it was *Malfoys* fault. Not his…
"No excuses Mr. Potter! You will assume *your own* responsibilities for *your own* faults!" she replied.
The class snickered some more as Harry was taken away to Professor Nottingham's office to speak of his detention.
/Well, what do you know? It looks as if Potter *can* be bad…/ Draco thought with a smirk.
Harry though, was thinking more along the lines of: / My first day and I'm already in trouble! I swear, I'll have Malfoy's head if it's the last thing I do! /
-End Chapter 3-tbc (if you want me to!)
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