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This chapter took a little long to write. = I do not have a muse. I lack inspiration! Inspire me! Heh. Anyway, here goes Chapter 4.
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Chapter four: Harry's Week
"Potter! Would you wait up!?" Draco Malfoy said, running to catch up with Harry. Said boy did not even slow down his brisk pace. Draco reached Harry and slowed down to match his pace. "Look, Potter, don't be upset!"
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't be!" Harry replied angrily, gritting his teeth. He yelled the password to their common room, fortunately, no one was there to hear. Harry headed for his room.
"Just... don't." Draco replied, unable to think of a plausible reason why Harry would not be upset.
Harry turned to face Draco, seething, expression livid. "You're telling me not to be upset? Do you have even half of the problems that I do!?" Harry spat, his eyes narrowed into slits in defiance.
"Both of my best friends are probably furious at me, I got bonded to you, my arch-nemesis, of all people, I ruined my relationship with Hermione, and fed the rumor mill! This should be all over the news tomorrow! I ruined my entire life!" Harry added, throwing his hands up into the air in defeat, also to signify that he had ended his rant. He heaved an exasperated sigh, and headed to his room, slamming the door at a speechless and stuttering Draco Malfoy. The platinum blonde finally gave up and left, heading for the sanctuary of his room.
"Harry! C'mon, you can't hide in there all the time!" Ron Weasley said, banging on the door of Harry's room.
"Is Potter still not coming out?" Draco Malfoy said, inspecting his nails as he sat on the couch in his and Harry's common room.
"Apparently not, Malfoy." Ron spat harshly. He continued on banging on Harry's door.
Draco sighed and chuckled incredulously. "Why am I even waiting for him to come out, in the first place?" He asked, his lips in a curl.
"That is because your presence is required in the Headmaster's office! How many times do I need to remind you of that?" Ron replied, gritting his teeth in exasperation.
"You very well know that I can go alone, Weasley. Leave Potter to you." Draco replied, smirking.
"No you can't! Would you just help me get Harry out of his misery!? This is your entire fault anyway!" Ron said, banging on Harry's door.
Harry shifted in his bed and pulled the covers over him, placing his pillow over his head in an attempt to muffle the knocking.
"'Tis not my fault, Weasel." Draco replied, glaring. "You know that it's neither of ours, it's Peeves'."
"Well, you should have called the Bloody Baron! Or you should have at least threatened Peeves that you would!" Ron replied, being as stubborn as usual.
Draco rolled his eyes and did not bother to reply. Ron finally threw his hands up and shrugged, giving up.
"You can't get him out of there, Weasley. He can lock himself in if it need be. Then if he dies, I'd be glad." Draco said, tapping his foot onto the floor in a steady beat.
Ron rolled his eyes and left, slamming the portrait-door shut on the way.
Draco heaved a sigh as he stood up, walking over to Harry's room gracefully. He knocked gently on the door. "Potter, get out of there now. We're needed in the Headmaster's office." He said, sighing.
Harry groaned and pulled the pillow off of his head. "No." He stated simply, and placed the pillow back in its previous position.
"Potter. Stop running away from your problems! I have the same predicament as you, only lighter. Do you even see me hiding in my room and acting like a five year old?" Draco said, raising his voice.
Harry shifted his position in the bed. There had been a lot of sense in what Draco had said, and it bothered him to no end that he was acting childishly. "At least you hadn't upset your ex-girlfriend." Harry replied from under the sheets, the words coming out as a muffled, nonsensical jumble of words.
"No, I didn't, but I'm getting married to my arch-nemesis. That's enough a problem to get a person drinking." Draco said in reply, scoffing.
Harry heaved a sigh in exasperation, and pulled the covers off of him, throwing the pillow to the side, causing it to fall on the floor with a faint thud.
"Alright, alright! I'm getting out of bed! You won!" Harry said, in an angry voice, still.
Draco smirked smugly and leaned onto the doorframe. "Hurry, Potter, we shan't keep the Headmaster waiting!" Draco said, tapping his fingers on the wall in impatience.
Harry finally opened the door and headed out, his hair still tousled, his clothes as if they had not been changed since a week ago. His tie was knotted badly, as if no effort had been in knotting it. His robes were wrinkled. "Let's go, then." Harry stated, not even bothering to wait for Draco, as headed straight for the portrait-door leading to the corridors of Hogwarts.
They exited their common room, starting their walk towards Albus Dumbledore's office.
"Potter, did you not even give an effort to at least look decent? We're to present ourselves to the Headmaster of the school, for Merlin's sake!" Draco said, commenting on Harry's shabby appearance.
"I don't give a damn, Malfoy. If you don't like how I look like, then sorry." Harry replied, angrily still.
"Why are you so angry? 'Tis not my fault that we've been bonded by a blood curse, by Peeves, no less!" Draco said, sighing in exasperation.
"I'm not angry at you, Malfoy. Annoyed, yes." Harry replied.
"Then at whom are you angry at?!" Draco asked, not entirely out of curiosity.
"Myself! The world in general!" Harry shouted back, heaving another sigh of exasperation.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Aren't we all?"
Harry looked at Draco and raised his eyebrow. "Aren't we all what?"
"Mad at the world!" Draco replied, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "Are you always so slow?"
Harry's eyes narrowed into slits in defiance. He growled in anger and stormed away, causing Draco to have to try and keep up.
"SLOW DOWN!" Draco demanded as he ran after Harry. The raven-haired boy shook his head and quickened his pace. He was glad that he had seeker training, or he would never be fit enough to run around like that. Draco, of course, was fit enough to catch up, also, but had much trouble since Harry would speed up every time.
Soon enough they reached the statue of the gargoyle.
"Have a seat, Draco, Harry." The Headmaster said as he admitted the two into his office, offering them lemon drops and tea.
The two took their seats and politely declined the offers. Harry looked expectantly at Dumbledore, waiting for an explanation as to why they were called to the office.
"I have called you here to discuss your departure." Dumbledore started, unwrapping a lemon drop and eating it. Draco and Harry nodded in acknowledgement.
"Lucius shall be here at ten in the morning, sharp, and you shall promptly be transported to the Malfoy Manor by floo." The headmaster continued.
"I have already been informed through owl-post, Professor." Draco said, placing his left foot onto his right ankle. Harry pulled at his tie in an attempt to fix it.
"Yes, I do know that, Draco. I was merely reminding you." Dumbledore said in reply. "Since you shall be away for a long while, Lucius shall have you tutored." He added.
Draco and Harry nodded, once again.
"Pansy Parkinson and Ronald Weasley shall replace you temporarily in your duties as head students. Miss Granger would not accept the offer to be a head student, sadly." Dumbledore said.
Harry felt his cheeks grow hot at the mention of Hermione, and gulped.
"That is all." Dumbledore concluded, dismissing the two of them.
"You called us here for that?" Harry asked, biting his tongue literally after. He had blatantly disrespected the headmaster.
"Yes, as I thought it better that I am to be the one to tell you." The headmaster said, the twinkle still in his eye.
Harry and Draco bid him goodbye, as they headed back out.
The two separated ways, as requested by Harry. The 'Golden boy' wanted to be alone for a while, have some solitude, and such.
Draco headed back to his room, probably to study, and Harry headed off to have a walk around the castle, to try and get rid of at least some of the stress that had collected throughout the week.
Harry walked at a slow pace, huffing as a few students passed by, looking at him weirdly and whispering amongst themselves. He quickened his pace, discarding his lazy one, and walked, heading to nowhere in particular.
I suck. Anyway, I just recovered from writer's block, so I am not up to my best. Have fun reading. REVIEW!
Word count: 1,536 Words.
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This chapter took a little long to write. = I do not have a muse. I lack inspiration! Inspire me! Heh. Anyway, here goes Chapter 4.
I have a proofreader! In a way. . Anyway, thanks for reading!
Chapter four: Harry's Week
"Potter! Would you wait up!?" Draco Malfoy said, running to catch up with Harry. Said boy did not even slow down his brisk pace. Draco reached Harry and slowed down to match his pace. "Look, Potter, don't be upset!"
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't be!" Harry replied angrily, gritting his teeth. He yelled the password to their common room, fortunately, no one was there to hear. Harry headed for his room.
"Just... don't." Draco replied, unable to think of a plausible reason why Harry would not be upset.
Harry turned to face Draco, seething, expression livid. "You're telling me not to be upset? Do you have even half of the problems that I do!?" Harry spat, his eyes narrowed into slits in defiance.
"Both of my best friends are probably furious at me, I got bonded to you, my arch-nemesis, of all people, I ruined my relationship with Hermione, and fed the rumor mill! This should be all over the news tomorrow! I ruined my entire life!" Harry added, throwing his hands up into the air in defeat, also to signify that he had ended his rant. He heaved an exasperated sigh, and headed to his room, slamming the door at a speechless and stuttering Draco Malfoy. The platinum blonde finally gave up and left, heading for the sanctuary of his room.
"Harry! C'mon, you can't hide in there all the time!" Ron Weasley said, banging on the door of Harry's room.
"Is Potter still not coming out?" Draco Malfoy said, inspecting his nails as he sat on the couch in his and Harry's common room.
"Apparently not, Malfoy." Ron spat harshly. He continued on banging on Harry's door.
Draco sighed and chuckled incredulously. "Why am I even waiting for him to come out, in the first place?" He asked, his lips in a curl.
"That is because your presence is required in the Headmaster's office! How many times do I need to remind you of that?" Ron replied, gritting his teeth in exasperation.
"You very well know that I can go alone, Weasley. Leave Potter to you." Draco replied, smirking.
"No you can't! Would you just help me get Harry out of his misery!? This is your entire fault anyway!" Ron said, banging on Harry's door.
Harry shifted in his bed and pulled the covers over him, placing his pillow over his head in an attempt to muffle the knocking.
"'Tis not my fault, Weasel." Draco replied, glaring. "You know that it's neither of ours, it's Peeves'."
"Well, you should have called the Bloody Baron! Or you should have at least threatened Peeves that you would!" Ron replied, being as stubborn as usual.
Draco rolled his eyes and did not bother to reply. Ron finally threw his hands up and shrugged, giving up.
"You can't get him out of there, Weasley. He can lock himself in if it need be. Then if he dies, I'd be glad." Draco said, tapping his foot onto the floor in a steady beat.
Ron rolled his eyes and left, slamming the portrait-door shut on the way.
Draco heaved a sigh as he stood up, walking over to Harry's room gracefully. He knocked gently on the door. "Potter, get out of there now. We're needed in the Headmaster's office." He said, sighing.
Harry groaned and pulled the pillow off of his head. "No." He stated simply, and placed the pillow back in its previous position.
"Potter. Stop running away from your problems! I have the same predicament as you, only lighter. Do you even see me hiding in my room and acting like a five year old?" Draco said, raising his voice.
Harry shifted his position in the bed. There had been a lot of sense in what Draco had said, and it bothered him to no end that he was acting childishly. "At least you hadn't upset your ex-girlfriend." Harry replied from under the sheets, the words coming out as a muffled, nonsensical jumble of words.
"No, I didn't, but I'm getting married to my arch-nemesis. That's enough a problem to get a person drinking." Draco said in reply, scoffing.
Harry heaved a sigh in exasperation, and pulled the covers off of him, throwing the pillow to the side, causing it to fall on the floor with a faint thud.
"Alright, alright! I'm getting out of bed! You won!" Harry said, in an angry voice, still.
Draco smirked smugly and leaned onto the doorframe. "Hurry, Potter, we shan't keep the Headmaster waiting!" Draco said, tapping his fingers on the wall in impatience.
Harry finally opened the door and headed out, his hair still tousled, his clothes as if they had not been changed since a week ago. His tie was knotted badly, as if no effort had been in knotting it. His robes were wrinkled. "Let's go, then." Harry stated, not even bothering to wait for Draco, as headed straight for the portrait-door leading to the corridors of Hogwarts.
They exited their common room, starting their walk towards Albus Dumbledore's office.
"Potter, did you not even give an effort to at least look decent? We're to present ourselves to the Headmaster of the school, for Merlin's sake!" Draco said, commenting on Harry's shabby appearance.
"I don't give a damn, Malfoy. If you don't like how I look like, then sorry." Harry replied, angrily still.
"Why are you so angry? 'Tis not my fault that we've been bonded by a blood curse, by Peeves, no less!" Draco said, sighing in exasperation.
"I'm not angry at you, Malfoy. Annoyed, yes." Harry replied.
"Then at whom are you angry at?!" Draco asked, not entirely out of curiosity.
"Myself! The world in general!" Harry shouted back, heaving another sigh of exasperation.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Aren't we all?"
Harry looked at Draco and raised his eyebrow. "Aren't we all what?"
"Mad at the world!" Draco replied, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "Are you always so slow?"
Harry's eyes narrowed into slits in defiance. He growled in anger and stormed away, causing Draco to have to try and keep up.
"SLOW DOWN!" Draco demanded as he ran after Harry. The raven-haired boy shook his head and quickened his pace. He was glad that he had seeker training, or he would never be fit enough to run around like that. Draco, of course, was fit enough to catch up, also, but had much trouble since Harry would speed up every time.
Soon enough they reached the statue of the gargoyle.
"Have a seat, Draco, Harry." The Headmaster said as he admitted the two into his office, offering them lemon drops and tea.
The two took their seats and politely declined the offers. Harry looked expectantly at Dumbledore, waiting for an explanation as to why they were called to the office.
"I have called you here to discuss your departure." Dumbledore started, unwrapping a lemon drop and eating it. Draco and Harry nodded in acknowledgement.
"Lucius shall be here at ten in the morning, sharp, and you shall promptly be transported to the Malfoy Manor by floo." The headmaster continued.
"I have already been informed through owl-post, Professor." Draco said, placing his left foot onto his right ankle. Harry pulled at his tie in an attempt to fix it.
"Yes, I do know that, Draco. I was merely reminding you." Dumbledore said in reply. "Since you shall be away for a long while, Lucius shall have you tutored." He added.
Draco and Harry nodded, once again.
"Pansy Parkinson and Ronald Weasley shall replace you temporarily in your duties as head students. Miss Granger would not accept the offer to be a head student, sadly." Dumbledore said.
Harry felt his cheeks grow hot at the mention of Hermione, and gulped.
"That is all." Dumbledore concluded, dismissing the two of them.
"You called us here for that?" Harry asked, biting his tongue literally after. He had blatantly disrespected the headmaster.
"Yes, as I thought it better that I am to be the one to tell you." The headmaster said, the twinkle still in his eye.
Harry and Draco bid him goodbye, as they headed back out.
The two separated ways, as requested by Harry. The 'Golden boy' wanted to be alone for a while, have some solitude, and such.
Draco headed back to his room, probably to study, and Harry headed off to have a walk around the castle, to try and get rid of at least some of the stress that had collected throughout the week.
Harry walked at a slow pace, huffing as a few students passed by, looking at him weirdly and whispering amongst themselves. He quickened his pace, discarding his lazy one, and walked, heading to nowhere in particular.
I suck. Anyway, I just recovered from writer's block, so I am not up to my best. Have fun reading. REVIEW!
Word count: 1,536 Words.