A/N: Heyy! Aww, you guys are all super nice and I loved all the feedback. I think I may be addicted to reviews and I really liked the ones where people made suggestions..those really helped to form this chapter. I'd been having quite a brain block about this chapter so I hope you all think it's all right..Just read and review, as always!
P.S...I'm terribly sorry for any spelling errors, don't hold that against me! I'm currently writing on a computer that doesn't have spell check anywhere. So I'm just trying my best here...on with the story!
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Potions. The mere thought sent shivers up Harry's spine as undesireable memories were recalled to life. But it was unavoidable. Harry sat in potions staring at the back of Draco's head, trying to mentally burn a hole through it. With no luck, he faced his attention back to the babbling Snape at the front of the room.
"You will all be partnered up...drawing names out of a hat..." Harry only caught a few words, but already didn't like the sound of it. He shot a questioning glance towards Ron, who stared back with the same expression. Both quickly nodded in agreement, as neither wanted to be paired up with Malfoy by chance.
"I will pick your partners based on who I think need to learn to work together," Snape drawled, expecting the groans that came from the entire class. Draco promptly raised his hand.
"Can I just work alone?" He asked.
"No, and I don't think you'll want to after you hear who I've paired you with," Snape snarled with a smirk. "You and Potter will be quite an excellent match."
"Professor, you can't do that! You don't understand!" Malfoy protested. Harry sprang from his chair, outraged.
"This is completely unfair. Why are you always trying to screw me over? Don't you have any heart, Professor?" Harry cried.
"No, Potter, I just don't have patience for your immature actions. Sit down and shut up or I'll give you something that won't be fair," Snape snapped without moving an inch. Harry sat down with a sigh.
After everyone was placed in their assigned spots (and after many students opposed to the random pairings), they were all ready to start. Working with Malfoy would suck, but at least he'd get to talk to him about last night's visit to the girls' room.
"The instructions are now on the board," said Snape, motioning with his wand. "Begin."
Harry turned towards Malfoy and glared. This was his luck. Out of all the people in the classroom to be paired with, he had to be paired with Malfoy. What did Snape want from them? Did he expect them to kiss and make up?
"I know I'm hot, Potter, but I'd appreciate if you kept your drooling for that filthy mudblood," Draco said nonchalantly.
"Where were you last night?" Harry asked accusingly.
"That's none of your damn business, but if you must know I was with Pansy," Draco responded.
"No, I mean at about 1:30. What were you doing there?" Harry specified.
"Potter I really wish I could help you, but I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm not playing along with these sick fantasies of yours!" Draco replied with a smirk. Harry just hardned his glare.
"What do you want from Lavender?" Harry asked.
"Lavender?"
"You heard me."
"I don't want anything from Lavender," Draco answered, and he almost sounded sincere.
"Who were you looking for then?"
"Looking for where, Potter?" Draco was beginning to get annoyed.
"Just know that I know that you were there and I know you'll be back. And when you do show your face, I'll be waiting and I will take you down. If you ever choose to hurt those girls, you won't even live to see tomorow. I hope you think about that next time you are ever so lonely late at night and you're just looking to get some." Harry's tone was low, and each word seemed to be more and more vile than the last.
"A threat? You're threatening me?" Draco meerly rolled his eyes. Harry's cheeks flushed with anger.
"Just leave the girls alone," Harry spat through gritted teeth. "You hurt them, I hurt you. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir," Draco responded mockingly. "Just understand that I have better things to do with my time then fuck around with stupid mudbloods."
Without thinking twice, Harry found himself on top of Malfoy, repeatedly punching him wherever he could. Malfoy fought back, forcing Harry off of him and on to the floor. Chaos erupted between the two, as both took each blow before violently returning the gesture. Everyone in the room immediately stopped mixing and turned to watch the vicious fight on the floor. This brutal brawl was quickly ended by a simple seperation spell preformed by Snape. The room grew dead silent as Harry and Malfoy gasped for air.
"Well, Harry, I'm not surprised. Simple tasks such as controlling yourself never did come easy for you. Dumbledore will be thrilled to see you both," Snape hissed, venom dripping from every word.
"It wasn't even my fault, Professor! The crazy bastard just snapped!" Malfoy protested, blood seeping from several open wounds on his left cheek.
"I don't care, but I'm sure Dumbledore does. Now get out of here," Snape replied harshly.
Scolding himself, an embarrassed Harry left the room with one hand over his bleeding nose. Draco followed like a shadow not far behind, still wincing in pain. Harry slowed his pace; he might have been stupid enough to hit Malfoy, but he wasn't stupid enough to let Malfoy follow. The boys had one thing in common; both were unpredictable when angry, and Harry didn't particularly want a surprise attack from behind.
After the long, silent walk to death row, Harry and Malfoy waited outside of Dumbledore's office. The door opened and Draco slowly entered. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Going in after Malfoy gave Harry the oppritunity to set straight any lies Malfoy told Dumbledore.
Harry sat alone, regretting everything that had happened in the past half hour. If he had only kept his anger under control. Why did he even have to ask about last night? Did he expect Malfoy to come out and admit that he was in the room? Harry knew that Malfoy was there, even if he wouldn't admit it. One way or another, Harry was going to find out why.
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A/N: I was going to continue, but that last sentence is such a great way to leave it for now..I'll update soon though, as long as people keep reviewing. Also, I don't really know yet what dumbledore should say and what their punishments should be..that part will take some thinking. Sooo go and review and tell me what ya think and i love hearing from EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. So thanks for reading! adios!!
P.S...I'm terribly sorry for any spelling errors, don't hold that against me! I'm currently writing on a computer that doesn't have spell check anywhere. So I'm just trying my best here...on with the story!
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Potions. The mere thought sent shivers up Harry's spine as undesireable memories were recalled to life. But it was unavoidable. Harry sat in potions staring at the back of Draco's head, trying to mentally burn a hole through it. With no luck, he faced his attention back to the babbling Snape at the front of the room.
"You will all be partnered up...drawing names out of a hat..." Harry only caught a few words, but already didn't like the sound of it. He shot a questioning glance towards Ron, who stared back with the same expression. Both quickly nodded in agreement, as neither wanted to be paired up with Malfoy by chance.
"I will pick your partners based on who I think need to learn to work together," Snape drawled, expecting the groans that came from the entire class. Draco promptly raised his hand.
"Can I just work alone?" He asked.
"No, and I don't think you'll want to after you hear who I've paired you with," Snape snarled with a smirk. "You and Potter will be quite an excellent match."
"Professor, you can't do that! You don't understand!" Malfoy protested. Harry sprang from his chair, outraged.
"This is completely unfair. Why are you always trying to screw me over? Don't you have any heart, Professor?" Harry cried.
"No, Potter, I just don't have patience for your immature actions. Sit down and shut up or I'll give you something that won't be fair," Snape snapped without moving an inch. Harry sat down with a sigh.
After everyone was placed in their assigned spots (and after many students opposed to the random pairings), they were all ready to start. Working with Malfoy would suck, but at least he'd get to talk to him about last night's visit to the girls' room.
"The instructions are now on the board," said Snape, motioning with his wand. "Begin."
Harry turned towards Malfoy and glared. This was his luck. Out of all the people in the classroom to be paired with, he had to be paired with Malfoy. What did Snape want from them? Did he expect them to kiss and make up?
"I know I'm hot, Potter, but I'd appreciate if you kept your drooling for that filthy mudblood," Draco said nonchalantly.
"Where were you last night?" Harry asked accusingly.
"That's none of your damn business, but if you must know I was with Pansy," Draco responded.
"No, I mean at about 1:30. What were you doing there?" Harry specified.
"Potter I really wish I could help you, but I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm not playing along with these sick fantasies of yours!" Draco replied with a smirk. Harry just hardned his glare.
"What do you want from Lavender?" Harry asked.
"Lavender?"
"You heard me."
"I don't want anything from Lavender," Draco answered, and he almost sounded sincere.
"Who were you looking for then?"
"Looking for where, Potter?" Draco was beginning to get annoyed.
"Just know that I know that you were there and I know you'll be back. And when you do show your face, I'll be waiting and I will take you down. If you ever choose to hurt those girls, you won't even live to see tomorow. I hope you think about that next time you are ever so lonely late at night and you're just looking to get some." Harry's tone was low, and each word seemed to be more and more vile than the last.
"A threat? You're threatening me?" Draco meerly rolled his eyes. Harry's cheeks flushed with anger.
"Just leave the girls alone," Harry spat through gritted teeth. "You hurt them, I hurt you. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir," Draco responded mockingly. "Just understand that I have better things to do with my time then fuck around with stupid mudbloods."
Without thinking twice, Harry found himself on top of Malfoy, repeatedly punching him wherever he could. Malfoy fought back, forcing Harry off of him and on to the floor. Chaos erupted between the two, as both took each blow before violently returning the gesture. Everyone in the room immediately stopped mixing and turned to watch the vicious fight on the floor. This brutal brawl was quickly ended by a simple seperation spell preformed by Snape. The room grew dead silent as Harry and Malfoy gasped for air.
"Well, Harry, I'm not surprised. Simple tasks such as controlling yourself never did come easy for you. Dumbledore will be thrilled to see you both," Snape hissed, venom dripping from every word.
"It wasn't even my fault, Professor! The crazy bastard just snapped!" Malfoy protested, blood seeping from several open wounds on his left cheek.
"I don't care, but I'm sure Dumbledore does. Now get out of here," Snape replied harshly.
Scolding himself, an embarrassed Harry left the room with one hand over his bleeding nose. Draco followed like a shadow not far behind, still wincing in pain. Harry slowed his pace; he might have been stupid enough to hit Malfoy, but he wasn't stupid enough to let Malfoy follow. The boys had one thing in common; both were unpredictable when angry, and Harry didn't particularly want a surprise attack from behind.
After the long, silent walk to death row, Harry and Malfoy waited outside of Dumbledore's office. The door opened and Draco slowly entered. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Going in after Malfoy gave Harry the oppritunity to set straight any lies Malfoy told Dumbledore.
Harry sat alone, regretting everything that had happened in the past half hour. If he had only kept his anger under control. Why did he even have to ask about last night? Did he expect Malfoy to come out and admit that he was in the room? Harry knew that Malfoy was there, even if he wouldn't admit it. One way or another, Harry was going to find out why.
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A/N: I was going to continue, but that last sentence is such a great way to leave it for now..I'll update soon though, as long as people keep reviewing. Also, I don't really know yet what dumbledore should say and what their punishments should be..that part will take some thinking. Sooo go and review and tell me what ya think and i love hearing from EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. So thanks for reading! adios!!