Kicking Some Ass
"You can go now." Madam Pomfrey said, begrudgingly.
"Wonderful." Harry pulled off his hospital gown, fully dressed underneath it. "I'm not going to say I had a wonderful time, but thanks for all your efforts. Even if you found nothing wrong." Harry couldn't help but add a little accusation in the last words.
Pomfrey nodded a bit stiffly. "Well, you can head down to the Great Hall. They're still serving breakfast, I'll give you a late slip for Potions." She said.
"Potions? Of course it has to be Potions." Harry muttered, pulling on his shoes. "Snape'll be thrilled to see me."
"You were all ready to flee only minutes before." Pomfrey grinned. Who said she never took pleasure in seeing people squirm?
"Yeah, yeah. Just give me the pass and I'll get out of your hair." Harry muttered.
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Harry hustled down the corridors, stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth. If he moved he could make it to Potions on time, no need for Snape to make things worst. He rounded a corner and nearly collided with another person.
"Watch where you're going!" Harry shouted, picking up his bag.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here." A familiar voice said.
"Aw, damn. Out of the way Malfoy, I'm going to be late." Harry glared at the blonde haired boy who stepped in his way.
"I heard you blew up your dead girlfriend's crapper?" Draco said sneering.
"Shut it, Draco." Harry snapped, he felt his anger rising. Every time, there had to be a test of will, a clashing of words. Harry was tired of it. "Get out of my way, you'll be late too."
"Snape doesn't care if I walk in a minute late or an hour late." Draco said, smiling. "You on the other hand." He just grinned.
"You got a damn bad attitude, you know that Malfoy. I would think you'd be on your best behavior since you father's rotting in Azkaban." Harry snarled.
Draco shoved Harry. "Don't you dare talk about my father!" He roared.
"What? You gonna cry Malfoy? You miss your papa?" Sneered Harry. "He's probably crying like a little girl in Azkaban now. So much for the pureblood House of Malfoy, a bunch of criminals and murderers."
Harry dodged the first clumsy punch. Harry's wand was out and he cried. 'Expelliarmus!" Draco went skidding across the floor.
"You and me have a big problem, Draco." Harry said standing over Draco. "It's time we settled this, once and for all."
Harry didn't see Draco kick out. He felt a sudden pain and toppled to the floor. Draco was on him in an instant, his fist rising and falling and smacking against flesh. Harry jabbed his wand into Draco's ribs, sending out a vicious shock. Draco grunted and Harry shoved him off.
They quickly got to their feet, Harry sporting a couple of bruises, Draco leaned to one side, a hand covering the small burn in his robes. Harry wiped the blood seeping from his nose and glared at Draco. "Come on, pureblood. Let's see what you can do." He tossed aside his wand, Draco would have no excuses when he lost.
Draco roared, Harry charged and they met with a clash of fists, knees, elbows, and snarling curses. Harry got clipped squarely on his nose again, Draco got a knee to the groin, Harry a punch to the throat, and Draco a head butt to the forehead that hurt Harry as badly as it hurt Draco, but it loosened Draco's death grip around Harry's neck. An elbow to the head, a punch to the eye, and an uppercut to the jaw floored Draco.
Harry leaned against the corridor wall, panting heavily. His throat hurt, from the punch and the attempted choking. "You done, Malfoy?" He rasped.
"I'll kill you, Potter." Draco snarled, slowly and shakily getting to his knees. Harry had to admit, he wasn't one to give up easily.
"Yeah? I've heard that too many times to take it seriously anymore." Harry strode up to Draco and kicked him in the stomach. He collapsed in a grunt of pain. Another kick to the head knocked him out. He lay there breathing softly and looking peaceful upon the ground
"Damn, I'm late." Harry muttered looking at his watch.
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"You only left twenty minutes ago!" Pomfrey said noticing Harry entering the Hospital Wing. Then she took a double take. "What happened!" Madam Pomfrey demanded as Harry limped toward her.
"I...I...uh...I fell down some stairs." Harry said, sitting gingerly upon one of the beds.
"Are those hand prints on your neck?" Pomfrey demanded, pulling out bandages and slaves.
"No. Don't be silly."
"You can go now." Madam Pomfrey said, begrudgingly.
"Wonderful." Harry pulled off his hospital gown, fully dressed underneath it. "I'm not going to say I had a wonderful time, but thanks for all your efforts. Even if you found nothing wrong." Harry couldn't help but add a little accusation in the last words.
Pomfrey nodded a bit stiffly. "Well, you can head down to the Great Hall. They're still serving breakfast, I'll give you a late slip for Potions." She said.
"Potions? Of course it has to be Potions." Harry muttered, pulling on his shoes. "Snape'll be thrilled to see me."
"You were all ready to flee only minutes before." Pomfrey grinned. Who said she never took pleasure in seeing people squirm?
"Yeah, yeah. Just give me the pass and I'll get out of your hair." Harry muttered.
XXX
Harry hustled down the corridors, stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth. If he moved he could make it to Potions on time, no need for Snape to make things worst. He rounded a corner and nearly collided with another person.
"Watch where you're going!" Harry shouted, picking up his bag.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here." A familiar voice said.
"Aw, damn. Out of the way Malfoy, I'm going to be late." Harry glared at the blonde haired boy who stepped in his way.
"I heard you blew up your dead girlfriend's crapper?" Draco said sneering.
"Shut it, Draco." Harry snapped, he felt his anger rising. Every time, there had to be a test of will, a clashing of words. Harry was tired of it. "Get out of my way, you'll be late too."
"Snape doesn't care if I walk in a minute late or an hour late." Draco said, smiling. "You on the other hand." He just grinned.
"You got a damn bad attitude, you know that Malfoy. I would think you'd be on your best behavior since you father's rotting in Azkaban." Harry snarled.
Draco shoved Harry. "Don't you dare talk about my father!" He roared.
"What? You gonna cry Malfoy? You miss your papa?" Sneered Harry. "He's probably crying like a little girl in Azkaban now. So much for the pureblood House of Malfoy, a bunch of criminals and murderers."
Harry dodged the first clumsy punch. Harry's wand was out and he cried. 'Expelliarmus!" Draco went skidding across the floor.
"You and me have a big problem, Draco." Harry said standing over Draco. "It's time we settled this, once and for all."
Harry didn't see Draco kick out. He felt a sudden pain and toppled to the floor. Draco was on him in an instant, his fist rising and falling and smacking against flesh. Harry jabbed his wand into Draco's ribs, sending out a vicious shock. Draco grunted and Harry shoved him off.
They quickly got to their feet, Harry sporting a couple of bruises, Draco leaned to one side, a hand covering the small burn in his robes. Harry wiped the blood seeping from his nose and glared at Draco. "Come on, pureblood. Let's see what you can do." He tossed aside his wand, Draco would have no excuses when he lost.
Draco roared, Harry charged and they met with a clash of fists, knees, elbows, and snarling curses. Harry got clipped squarely on his nose again, Draco got a knee to the groin, Harry a punch to the throat, and Draco a head butt to the forehead that hurt Harry as badly as it hurt Draco, but it loosened Draco's death grip around Harry's neck. An elbow to the head, a punch to the eye, and an uppercut to the jaw floored Draco.
Harry leaned against the corridor wall, panting heavily. His throat hurt, from the punch and the attempted choking. "You done, Malfoy?" He rasped.
"I'll kill you, Potter." Draco snarled, slowly and shakily getting to his knees. Harry had to admit, he wasn't one to give up easily.
"Yeah? I've heard that too many times to take it seriously anymore." Harry strode up to Draco and kicked him in the stomach. He collapsed in a grunt of pain. Another kick to the head knocked him out. He lay there breathing softly and looking peaceful upon the ground
"Damn, I'm late." Harry muttered looking at his watch.
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"You only left twenty minutes ago!" Pomfrey said noticing Harry entering the Hospital Wing. Then she took a double take. "What happened!" Madam Pomfrey demanded as Harry limped toward her.
"I...I...uh...I fell down some stairs." Harry said, sitting gingerly upon one of the beds.
"Are those hand prints on your neck?" Pomfrey demanded, pulling out bandages and slaves.
"No. Don't be silly."