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Warning- This is a slash between the two hottest people in the book world. If you don't like slashes, then why the hell are you even looking at this?
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Chapter 5: Malfoy Trouble
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Hermione ran up to me at lunch, clutching a Daily Profit in her hand. She throws it onto the table.
"Harry, you have to see this!" She says. I pick it up and on the front cover had Mrs. Malfoy dead on it. Damn that was quick. Didn't it just happen yesterday night?
I take off my glasses and rub my eyes. "This guy's insane!" I state.
"You calling my dad insane, Potter?" I hear Draco growl behind me.
I put on my glasses and spin around. I glare up at him. "Yes I am." I snap.
"I say the bitch had it coming. Don't mess with a Death Eater." He says. Crabbe and Goyle laugh and nod. Do they ALWAYS agree with him?
"Don't you feel any guilt running though you. She was your mother. The person took care of you. Protected you. How can you just say, 'ah she deserved it?'" I growl.
He purses his lips and narrowed his eyes at me. I smirk. I know I hit a soft spot. "I hope your next, Potter" He says and stops away.
My heart sinks to my feet. That was harsh. Yeah, I said a mean last line, but that last one was NOT called for. I throw the paper on the table and groan.
"He is such a dick. Ignore him, Harry." She says.
I frown and I know I look sad. "Yeah." I say, sadly. Who would of thought I would have cared what Malfoy says? I stood up and head out of the Great Hall.
"Harry! Aren't you gonna eat?! You didn't eat breakfast or dinner last night." Hermione yells to me.
I shrug her off and head up to the dormitory. I'm skipping the rest of my classes. My stomach growled at me. I'm hungry but the thought of food just makes me sick. And anyway, I just want to be alone.
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I collapse onto my bed and thought back to what Draco said.
"I hope your next, Potter."
I groan. I wish he could just take it back. I shake my head. Whatever! Like a Malfoy would ever say sorry or take anything back. Their cold hearted gits stuck up there own asses. Why do I feel like this for Malfoy of all people. I shouldn't even be his friend let alone FEEL anything for him. It's just wrong.
I saw Draco's owl fly into my room. What? Did he forget to add something in our row. 'I hope I find you deformed tomorrow morning in the field.' I grab the note from the owl and rip it open.
Harry,
Are you mad at me? Why did you storm out of the Great Hall like that? Please right back. Look I feel shitty about what I said. I take it back.
Draco
I crumble up the note and smash it into the trashcan. I glare up at the top of my bed. That is suck bollocks! I don't belive that for one second. I groan into my pillow. He is the most two-faced person I've ever talked to. One second he can be opening his heart to you, and the next he's starting a fight with you.
"Evil son of a bitch." I grumble. And to think I felt bad for him. I'm glad his dad hexed him or I would right now. I'd go down to the Hospital Wing, whip out my wand and say as many spells as I could think of to hurt him.
I look over at the owl, sitting on my bed. "What the hell are you doing still here?! Get the fuck out! Go back to your dick of an owner!" I yell.
"There's no need for him to." I hear. I look over and Draco is standing there.
"What are you doing out of bed? I thought you where in SO much pain." I growl.
"I can free myself from pain if I have to." He says. He walks over to my bed and sits down.
"Just leave me alone." I say, getting fed up already with him.
"Your pissed at me, aren't you?" He asks.
"Wow, you're bright."
He rolls his eyes. "Look, I know I said something wrong and I feel bad about it! I told you that. Can't you just say, 'Oh Draco! I forgive you!' and drop the whole thing! You're making the whole thing worse than it is! And besides, you'd be in a bad mood if your father hexed you. Wait, you don't HAVE a father to worry about it." He says.
I glare at him. "And so you take all your anger out on me!? And leave that shit out of this!" I snap. I glance over at my wand, so tempted to curse his snobby ass! Why does he ALWAYS have to mention to me that I'm fucking parentless.
Malfoy looked around angrily and stood up. "Look I'm going to get out of here before I become a drama king like you and make things worse." He growls and stomps out of the room. I throw my pillow and huff. Why can't I learn to swallow my pride for once?
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Draco won't talk to me. It's been almost 3 weeks since the big blow-up. People are noticing the tenseness between us again. Ron and Hermione told me I've been acting more depressed than usual. And even Snape took me aside and asked if something was wrong. Maybe he was asking because he thinks his plans backfiring on him.
I owl him all the time and Hedwig always comes back note-less. I haven't slept much and I've completely stopped eating. So now I'm a exhausted, anorexic, depressed teenage male BI-curious wizard who is know throughout the wizarding world and is about to be killed by a bunch of Death Eaters.
I'm looking out the window. It's only 3:30 AM, but I can't wait for the sun would just rise already so I can get through another day. I hear footsteps and then a sigh. Draco?! Is it him?! I turn around to see Hermione standing there in her P.J.'s. She motioned me to follower her. I walk over and she places a finger on my lips. We walk down to the commons and sat on the couch.
"We need to talk." She whispers.
"About what?" I snap.
"Why haven't you been eating?" She asks.
"I eat! I just don't stuff my face!" I growl. Ok that's a lie but the truth would hurt her too bad.
"You don't smile anymore." She says, sadly. "I miss the happy Harry."
"Hermione, haven't you noticed? I HAVE nothing to be happy about!" I state, angrily. Man this depression sure is making me grouchy.
"I hate to see you so run down, Harry. You're practically my brother. I don't like to see you like this." She says. The fire was showing off her sad eyes.
"Well you don't have to worry about it. Malfoy's probily talking to his dad right now, telling him all the bad things I've done though the weeks and in a matter of days, I'll be killed." I explode. I hop off my seat and start to pace the room.
"Harry! How could you say something like that?!" She asks. I can hear the pain filling her voice.
"Because lately, all I can think about is death! I hate acting like this. I'm not happy with myself and I feel like everything I know and love is slipping from my clutches." I say, quietly.
She stands and walks over to me. She places a hand on my shoulder. "You still go Ron and me. We are apart of your 'loved ones' in your mind, right?" She jokes.
I smirk. "Of course." I say. She's right. Just cause Draco and Sirius are gone, that doesn't mean everyone's gone.
She smiles big and brightly. "You're smiling! See, I know your life isn't over and some part of you knows that too." She says.
An owl flew into the room. Draco's owl. My heart flutters and clenches at the same time. He hasn't talked to me in so long. I walk over to the owl and take the note:
Potter,
We've got a problem. Big problem. I need you to disappear for awhile. My dad's coming to Hogwarts. He's visiting Snape for a week.
Malfoy
P.S.- I'm still not talking to you. I just felt the need to save your precious ass.
I look down at the note and read it over, what felt like, a hundred times. Where the fuck am I gonna go?! I faint and fall to the floor...
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Author's Note: Oh no! Mr. Malfoy's coming to Hogwarts! That can not be good! What's Harry gonna do and when is he and Draco gonna make up? Don't know. [Actually I DO know, but see...it's one of those things where you know what's gonna happen and the reader doesn't and you get that happy giddy feeling in your stomach because you know something they don't...yeah. That does not make any sense] I'm so happy with the outcome of this story! I know it's gonna be a long ass story. I'm not telling you why I know this but just agree with me. Well I love all that read and review. Later!