Classes seemed to drag on forever. Seriously how can one teacher talk so
much for so long? I found myself not even close to being as excited about
school as I use to be. Now it seemed to be just another burden. I keep
praying that 6th year will fly by without me knowing it, but chances of
that happening are slim to none. I exited the Charms classroom. Finally I
was free for the day! I took a sigh of relief before almost being knocked
over by Ron and Hermione. "Well that was rude."
I think Ron had, had about enough of my attitude. "What's wrong with you? All of a sudden you've turned into this...I don't know how to explain it."
"Gigantic asshole?"
"If you want to use such vulgar language, than yes, exactly what I was thinking."
"I have every right to act the way I do."
"Are you going to use the 'I'm The Boy Who Lived' excuse again?"
I pushed him. "Don't you ever call me that again. You don't know what it's like to be me. You have no idea. If I were you i'd keep my mouth shut about things I don't know. "
Ron realised I was right, and apologised. "I'm sorry Harry."
"Yeah me too." I then continued to exit the building without saying a single word. I found my favourite bench outside and took a seat. I wasn't alone for long.
"Hi Harry."
I looked up and smiled. "Hey Chelsie."
"What's wrong?"
I shurgged. "I wish I knew."
"Harry, don't feel bad for the way you've been acting."
"But I do. It's like, i'm not the same person I use to be."
"... and no one expects you to be. Harry, you're 15. You're not the same person you were when your were 11. It's o.k. to change."
She was right. "I just wish I knew how to handle things better. You know? Stop being so angry about everything."
"True, but then again you've been through a lot you have every right to be angry."
Just as I was about to speak Malfoy decided to show up. "Chelsie!" He walked over to us, you could see the anger in his face. "I've been looking all over for you!" He grabbed her by her arm and practically lifted her off the bench, threw her aside to his two henchmen, also known as, Crabbe and Goyle. "If you even so much as breathe on my girlfriend again, you'll be sorry."
I stared at him angrily and watched as he began to walk off. This was it, I was sick and tired of Draco and his rotten attitude. "Alright that's it!" I ran to catch up with them. I grabbed Malfoy by the shoulder and turned him around so that he was facing me. "O.K. Malfoy blow it out your arse! I'm sick and tired of the way you talk to me and the way you treat Chelsie. I'm not going to put up with your crap anymore." He swung and I ducked. I stood back up and let him have it. I curled my hand into a fist, threw my arm forward and thrusted my fist right into his face. He fell to the ground gripping his nose in pain, blood seeping through his fingers.
"Mr. Potter!"
I quickly whipped around. "Professor Dumbledore."
"In my office, immediately."
I nodded and turned around to look at Chelsie who smiled briefly at me before helping Malfoy up from the ground. "Miss Claudel if you'd kindly take Mr. Malfoy to the hospital wing. Mr. Potter, collect your belongings and follow me."
I did as I was told. As we entered Professor Dumbledore's office I feared the worst.
[To Be Continued...]
I think Ron had, had about enough of my attitude. "What's wrong with you? All of a sudden you've turned into this...I don't know how to explain it."
"Gigantic asshole?"
"If you want to use such vulgar language, than yes, exactly what I was thinking."
"I have every right to act the way I do."
"Are you going to use the 'I'm The Boy Who Lived' excuse again?"
I pushed him. "Don't you ever call me that again. You don't know what it's like to be me. You have no idea. If I were you i'd keep my mouth shut about things I don't know. "
Ron realised I was right, and apologised. "I'm sorry Harry."
"Yeah me too." I then continued to exit the building without saying a single word. I found my favourite bench outside and took a seat. I wasn't alone for long.
"Hi Harry."
I looked up and smiled. "Hey Chelsie."
"What's wrong?"
I shurgged. "I wish I knew."
"Harry, don't feel bad for the way you've been acting."
"But I do. It's like, i'm not the same person I use to be."
"... and no one expects you to be. Harry, you're 15. You're not the same person you were when your were 11. It's o.k. to change."
She was right. "I just wish I knew how to handle things better. You know? Stop being so angry about everything."
"True, but then again you've been through a lot you have every right to be angry."
Just as I was about to speak Malfoy decided to show up. "Chelsie!" He walked over to us, you could see the anger in his face. "I've been looking all over for you!" He grabbed her by her arm and practically lifted her off the bench, threw her aside to his two henchmen, also known as, Crabbe and Goyle. "If you even so much as breathe on my girlfriend again, you'll be sorry."
I stared at him angrily and watched as he began to walk off. This was it, I was sick and tired of Draco and his rotten attitude. "Alright that's it!" I ran to catch up with them. I grabbed Malfoy by the shoulder and turned him around so that he was facing me. "O.K. Malfoy blow it out your arse! I'm sick and tired of the way you talk to me and the way you treat Chelsie. I'm not going to put up with your crap anymore." He swung and I ducked. I stood back up and let him have it. I curled my hand into a fist, threw my arm forward and thrusted my fist right into his face. He fell to the ground gripping his nose in pain, blood seeping through his fingers.
"Mr. Potter!"
I quickly whipped around. "Professor Dumbledore."
"In my office, immediately."
I nodded and turned around to look at Chelsie who smiled briefly at me before helping Malfoy up from the ground. "Miss Claudel if you'd kindly take Mr. Malfoy to the hospital wing. Mr. Potter, collect your belongings and follow me."
I did as I was told. As we entered Professor Dumbledore's office I feared the worst.
[To Be Continued...]