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Harry was one of the first ones to wake up the next morning. He quickly got dressed and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
There weren't many people there. He helped himself to Corn-flakes Cereal and poured himself some milk.
He started eating when he saw Hermoine and Ron coming towards him chatting. He got quickly and walked towards the exit. When he was out of eyesight from his two best friends he broke into a run.
"Potter", a voice called from behind. He turned around to se his least favorite teacher in front of him. "Where are you running to", Snape asked him? "That would be none of your business, sir" he said in a cold, calm voice as he felt his anger licking every part of his body.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, for talking so rudely" He said in an utterly satisfied smile as he curled his lips. "That's not fair", Harry said. "Of course it is", Snape looked as if he'd like nothing better than to taunt him.
"You don't have to know, Snape" he said, heat boiling over him. Why was he always the one people were staring at, and picked on by Snape? "Detention, Potter, five o'clock Friday afternoon. You call me Sir or Professor at all times." He said.
"I don't care Snivelly," he said in a tone as strong and adolescent as his. "I think another week of detention would do," he said with his face flushing.
"Give me all the detentions you want, I can tell the whole school," Harry said in a voice that sounded competent. "Try me," he added.
Snape looked like he had been slapped in the face. Recovering he said "Tuesday you will come with me to your head of house to confiscate your broomstick." It was Harry's turn to flush.
"Snape" walked away, and continued to go towards "Filch" the caretaker to go to Hogsmeade. "He was walking into the three broomsticks when a familiar voice yelled from behind "HARRY, over here."
Harry turned around to see Neville. "What", he said coldly, he was still thinking about how he wouldn't be able to play anymore. Now that he thought about it, it was the most favorite thing in his whole life.
"Well, Hermoine and Ron have been looking for you all over the place, I'm just glad I found you."
At this Harry saw "Malfoy" kissing Cho's hand and giving her a flower, except that Cho just said something in his ear and walked away with the giggling girls she always hanged out with; leaving Malfoy in a flush of colors on his face.
Harry was in a panic stricken and knew what he had to do. He had to find Hermoine and Ron, and confess that he liked Cho, than tell them what he saw Malfoy doing.
"Sorry Neville I gotta go, but by any chance do you know where Hermoine And Ron are", he asked questioningly?
Neville, who was waving his arms in front of his face when he seemed to be watching Malfoy, said, "Yea, I think there in the common room." "Thanks", said Harry and broke of into a run, leaving Neville Dumstruck.
Harry was one of the first ones to wake up the next morning. He quickly got dressed and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
There weren't many people there. He helped himself to Corn-flakes Cereal and poured himself some milk.
He started eating when he saw Hermoine and Ron coming towards him chatting. He got quickly and walked towards the exit. When he was out of eyesight from his two best friends he broke into a run.
"Potter", a voice called from behind. He turned around to se his least favorite teacher in front of him. "Where are you running to", Snape asked him? "That would be none of your business, sir" he said in a cold, calm voice as he felt his anger licking every part of his body.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, for talking so rudely" He said in an utterly satisfied smile as he curled his lips. "That's not fair", Harry said. "Of course it is", Snape looked as if he'd like nothing better than to taunt him.
"You don't have to know, Snape" he said, heat boiling over him. Why was he always the one people were staring at, and picked on by Snape? "Detention, Potter, five o'clock Friday afternoon. You call me Sir or Professor at all times." He said.
"I don't care Snivelly," he said in a tone as strong and adolescent as his. "I think another week of detention would do," he said with his face flushing.
"Give me all the detentions you want, I can tell the whole school," Harry said in a voice that sounded competent. "Try me," he added.
Snape looked like he had been slapped in the face. Recovering he said "Tuesday you will come with me to your head of house to confiscate your broomstick." It was Harry's turn to flush.
"Snape" walked away, and continued to go towards "Filch" the caretaker to go to Hogsmeade. "He was walking into the three broomsticks when a familiar voice yelled from behind "HARRY, over here."
Harry turned around to see Neville. "What", he said coldly, he was still thinking about how he wouldn't be able to play anymore. Now that he thought about it, it was the most favorite thing in his whole life.
"Well, Hermoine and Ron have been looking for you all over the place, I'm just glad I found you."
At this Harry saw "Malfoy" kissing Cho's hand and giving her a flower, except that Cho just said something in his ear and walked away with the giggling girls she always hanged out with; leaving Malfoy in a flush of colors on his face.
Harry was in a panic stricken and knew what he had to do. He had to find Hermoine and Ron, and confess that he liked Cho, than tell them what he saw Malfoy doing.
"Sorry Neville I gotta go, but by any chance do you know where Hermoine And Ron are", he asked questioningly?
Neville, who was waving his arms in front of his face when he seemed to be watching Malfoy, said, "Yea, I think there in the common room." "Thanks", said Harry and broke of into a run, leaving Neville Dumstruck.