Behind the Mask Chapter 4 Harry Moves In
Katie was the next domino to go over. I let her sit with me on the train. She was ten times lovelier then Blaize, and she knew it. I could tell by the way she acted; she probably thought she was even better then me! Ha! What a laugh! Her with her long curly brown hair, and jet black eyes, and tight cloths. She was almost as flashy as I was, almost. I bet she felt real special sitting with us prefects. I think she was jealous of us, even of Weasel and the Mudblood.
When we arrived to school she was really starting to piss me off, touching my perfectly plastered hair. I hate when people do that! I was happy when I had to go. Dumbledore stood there waiting for me, with a confused looking Potter. Potter was still shorter then me, but he had grown an inch or two, but then again so did I. He stood there by the old man, with his messy black hair, that stupid scar, those hideous glasses, and the ugly school robes, and his light pea green eyes, that shimmered at me, with a passion of hating me.
He was honestly too skinny for his own good and it looked as if he had been locked in a room all summer. He was radiant. "Hello, Mr. Malfoy, please follow me." We both did, looking at each other with questioning eyes; none of us knew what was going on. Dumbledore motioned us to sit down, he did, but I always preferred to stand. "As you know, Draco. Your room has curses on it." "Yes, I put them there. What's the point?" "You said yourself that Lord Voldemort couldn't get in if he tired, even by dreams." "Unless I let him in, no." Just get on with it, is what I really wanted to say.
"You want me to stay in that room don't you?" Wow, Potter said it before I did, he didn't look too happy, then again neither was I. "Yes, Harry. You don't need anymore dreams." "Oh, and am I suppose to move out?" I snapped. "No, I want you to be his guardian, it is your room, and you don't have to go out of it." "Do either of us have a choice." I demanded, somehow knowing the answer. "Not this time." I got up and punched the wall, while Potter cursed under his breath. "Damnit. There will be rules." I hissed to him.
"Fine." He snapped. That was the day my whole life changed, sharing a room with Potter, honestly! It would be horrible! It was, but only after I hurt him. It really wasn't that bad, I thought. Of course then all I really cared was about was having to share my space with him, and I had this huge king sized bed fit for at least four people, so yeah. I was even more pissed about that more then anything else. We argued the second we got in the room after dinner.
I know I don't remember all we said; I don't think he does either. We argued even when it was curfew time, and we had to change. In fact, we argued tell a disgruntled Professor Snape came in; he looked very tired and VERY angry. "Get in bed now. If I here another word out of either of you, you'll not only loose house points, but there will be no Quidditch for a week!" He snapped lowly. We went to a side of the bed, got in, and faced away from each other. He turned out the light and slammed the door behind him. Neither of us said a word after that, the last thing I heard was Potter setting his glasses on the bedside table before drifting to a somewhat peaceful sleep. See? That's why I hate Dumbledore and Potter. I still can't admit the true meaning yet. I just do ok?
~Fin
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Katie was the next domino to go over. I let her sit with me on the train. She was ten times lovelier then Blaize, and she knew it. I could tell by the way she acted; she probably thought she was even better then me! Ha! What a laugh! Her with her long curly brown hair, and jet black eyes, and tight cloths. She was almost as flashy as I was, almost. I bet she felt real special sitting with us prefects. I think she was jealous of us, even of Weasel and the Mudblood.
When we arrived to school she was really starting to piss me off, touching my perfectly plastered hair. I hate when people do that! I was happy when I had to go. Dumbledore stood there waiting for me, with a confused looking Potter. Potter was still shorter then me, but he had grown an inch or two, but then again so did I. He stood there by the old man, with his messy black hair, that stupid scar, those hideous glasses, and the ugly school robes, and his light pea green eyes, that shimmered at me, with a passion of hating me.
He was honestly too skinny for his own good and it looked as if he had been locked in a room all summer. He was radiant. "Hello, Mr. Malfoy, please follow me." We both did, looking at each other with questioning eyes; none of us knew what was going on. Dumbledore motioned us to sit down, he did, but I always preferred to stand. "As you know, Draco. Your room has curses on it." "Yes, I put them there. What's the point?" "You said yourself that Lord Voldemort couldn't get in if he tired, even by dreams." "Unless I let him in, no." Just get on with it, is what I really wanted to say.
"You want me to stay in that room don't you?" Wow, Potter said it before I did, he didn't look too happy, then again neither was I. "Yes, Harry. You don't need anymore dreams." "Oh, and am I suppose to move out?" I snapped. "No, I want you to be his guardian, it is your room, and you don't have to go out of it." "Do either of us have a choice." I demanded, somehow knowing the answer. "Not this time." I got up and punched the wall, while Potter cursed under his breath. "Damnit. There will be rules." I hissed to him.
"Fine." He snapped. That was the day my whole life changed, sharing a room with Potter, honestly! It would be horrible! It was, but only after I hurt him. It really wasn't that bad, I thought. Of course then all I really cared was about was having to share my space with him, and I had this huge king sized bed fit for at least four people, so yeah. I was even more pissed about that more then anything else. We argued the second we got in the room after dinner.
I know I don't remember all we said; I don't think he does either. We argued even when it was curfew time, and we had to change. In fact, we argued tell a disgruntled Professor Snape came in; he looked very tired and VERY angry. "Get in bed now. If I here another word out of either of you, you'll not only loose house points, but there will be no Quidditch for a week!" He snapped lowly. We went to a side of the bed, got in, and faced away from each other. He turned out the light and slammed the door behind him. Neither of us said a word after that, the last thing I heard was Potter setting his glasses on the bedside table before drifting to a somewhat peaceful sleep. See? That's why I hate Dumbledore and Potter. I still can't admit the true meaning yet. I just do ok?
~Fin
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