This is happening when Ginny's in class, btw.
Draco strode rapidly down the corridors to his Potions class. He licked his lips to savour the last lingering taste of Cin. So much fun to look forward to. Weasley would never know what hit him. His boot heels clicked hollowly on the rough stones of the Dungeons. He started to slow down, this was distinctly f***ing weird. There should be some noise other then himself down here. Should be other people running in sheer terror for the Potions classroom. But there were none. Draco got his wand out and hid it in the folds of his robes, eyes scanning around him as he continued to walk forwards.
"Draco!" A voice hissed. Draco whirled around, then he saw who it was and relaxed.
"Potter. What the f*** are you doing, and why aren't you running in terror?"
"From you Malfoy?" Harry sneered. Draco gave him a grudging two. Nowhere near the Malfoy level, but a good first effort.
"Not me. Snape. I'm going, but I'll just leave you with a little thought." Draco grinned wickedly. "Ginny screams." Not that he had actually shagged her, but it was amusing watching Potter's face go through shock to horror to disgust to anger to sheer blinding rage. Draco turned on his heel and strode away. No gryff would attack a guy when his back was turned. Which was why he was so terribly surprised when Harry gave a strangled yelp and crashed into him from behind. Draco dropped his wand as he went flying. "Ow, damn it Potter, I promised Cin, I wouldn't fight you!" Draco snarled as he rolled on the floor, trying to keep Harry's punches from landing.
"Die you evil Slytherin scum!"
"Now really. . .Ow! F***! That hurt!" Draco yelped as a punch split his lip. Draco got very tired of this and kneed Harry in the groin. Harry wheezed and Draco pushed him off. "God DAMN it Potter!" Draco told the writhing Harry. He grinned at the gathering crowd. "Hey alls. What's the score now, a hundred to Slytherin and minus twenty to the Gryffindors minus Ginny?" Draco preened a little then his expression became shuttered as he heard some of the other comments, aside from the admiring ones. "Check this s***, Potter attacked me first. From behind. Anyone got a mirror? I'm sure I'm bleeding." He said in a plaintive voice. "Now the whole attacking from behind thing, may be taken as evidence of Potter's sexual leanings. Oh do get up, I didn't hit you that hard." Draco said in disgusted tones as he watched the thrashing Harry.
"You said, nasty things about Ginny." Harry rasped from the floor.
"Just to mess with your f***ing mind. Merlin, do you think I'm that stupid? To sleep with an underage witch and then boast about it? Ginny is virga intacta as far as I'm concerned, you stupid p****." Draco snarled in a frustrated way. "You are worse than I am. Stupid f***ing d***head! You know her! You were her crush!" Draco kicked Harry in the side to relieve his feelings. Harry tried to scuttle away. "F***head! Stupid, dirty minded. . .I'm so angry I can't think of anything bad enough to call you, and I have an extensive vocabulary!" Blaise grabbed his arm and stopped him from kicking Harry anymore. Harry coughed out something resembling speech. Draco's face whitened in rage. "F***ing Boy-Who-Lived, lived to die!" Draco screamed as he lunged away from Blaise and dived on Harry. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about!" Draco and Harry rolled around on the floor. Draco was winning.
Blaise winced as he watched. Draco fought dirty. Really dirty, he amended mentally as Harry screamed in pain.
"Stupid motherf***er!" Draco yelled. How Draco managed to yell and still pound the living shit out of Harry amazed Blaise as he watched admiringly. "Oh, F***, you are gonna die!" Draco howled as a lucky blow of Harry's landed. "Die, dammit, won't you just die! B******! Stupid arrogant B******!" Blaise snickered as he and the other Slytherins watched Draco pound Harry's head into the floor. The extremely outnumbered Gryffindors were being restrained by the Slytherins, who didn't want anything happening to halt their enjoyment.
"Immobulis!" A female voice snapped. "Really, Malfoy." Draco growled as his fist halted a bare inch from breaking Potter's nose. Harry had passed out. Who the fuck was that? Mudblood. He snarled in inarticulate rage as Hermoine came into his field of vision.
"Damn it, mudblood." He gritted out from behind closed teeth. Blaise snapped out the countercurse and Draco sagged forward, letting Harry's head hit the floor. Draco got up and started to look for his wand. "Where did my wand go? F***ing Potter." Draco froze as a hand fell on his shoulder. "WHAT?!" He shouted as he spun around. Granger again with a 'holier than thou' expression, "He attacked me this time! And he said something very unforgivable about Cin!" Draco's face closed in as he grabbed his wand and his bookbag. "Why am I even f***ing trying. . ." He said bitterly as he wiped a trickle of blood from his face with an expression of disgust. "Merlin, look at my robes." Draco groaned as he saw how tattered they were. "You are so gonna f***ing pay, Potter!" Draco gave Harry one more kick in the side for good measure, then walked away, muttering healing charms over himself.
Blaise snickered as he watched Hermoine try to revive Harry. The crowd of Slytherins rapidly melted away, and the Gryffindors came and helped Hermoine. "It's true, ya know." Blaise said in a conversational tone. "Potter attacked Malfoy first." He lounged against the Dungeon wall, watching with interest as Hermoine started steering Harry to the infirmary.
"Really?" Hermoine huffed. "Ron, thank god! Help me get Harry up to the infirmary!" Ron gaped in astonishment.
"What happened?" Ron said as he helped shoulder Harry.
"Harry and Malfoy fought. As you can see from the state Harry's in, Malfoy won."
"And what he said about Gin, Cin, whatever her name is, was very nasty. Didn't think a gryff knew those types of words. Surprised me. Enraged Malfoy. He seems to actually like the little red haired chit. Strange that." Blaise called after them. "He doesn't like anyone else."
Haha! Draco rox all to pieces! Well, Harry has a bit more character here, wouldn't you say? Even though it seemed to consist of him being beaten to a bloody pulp. I have two muses now. The Greek chick that stole my wallet and now Draco. I can't understand the Greek chick, but she seems oddly vehement about something. Draco just snickers a lot, but he comes up with the best ideas. This scene was Draco's fault, er, inspiration for all you ppl who are sad and like Harry. And no, he won't tell me what Harry said either. He just goes red and stutters and- Hey! Quit it! Ow! Ok, I'll leave it alone. Geez, you horrible Slytherin. Draco's just being Slytheriny, folks. Ow! Dammit, ok, I'll get on with the next chapter.
Draco strode rapidly down the corridors to his Potions class. He licked his lips to savour the last lingering taste of Cin. So much fun to look forward to. Weasley would never know what hit him. His boot heels clicked hollowly on the rough stones of the Dungeons. He started to slow down, this was distinctly f***ing weird. There should be some noise other then himself down here. Should be other people running in sheer terror for the Potions classroom. But there were none. Draco got his wand out and hid it in the folds of his robes, eyes scanning around him as he continued to walk forwards.
"Draco!" A voice hissed. Draco whirled around, then he saw who it was and relaxed.
"Potter. What the f*** are you doing, and why aren't you running in terror?"
"From you Malfoy?" Harry sneered. Draco gave him a grudging two. Nowhere near the Malfoy level, but a good first effort.
"Not me. Snape. I'm going, but I'll just leave you with a little thought." Draco grinned wickedly. "Ginny screams." Not that he had actually shagged her, but it was amusing watching Potter's face go through shock to horror to disgust to anger to sheer blinding rage. Draco turned on his heel and strode away. No gryff would attack a guy when his back was turned. Which was why he was so terribly surprised when Harry gave a strangled yelp and crashed into him from behind. Draco dropped his wand as he went flying. "Ow, damn it Potter, I promised Cin, I wouldn't fight you!" Draco snarled as he rolled on the floor, trying to keep Harry's punches from landing.
"Die you evil Slytherin scum!"
"Now really. . .Ow! F***! That hurt!" Draco yelped as a punch split his lip. Draco got very tired of this and kneed Harry in the groin. Harry wheezed and Draco pushed him off. "God DAMN it Potter!" Draco told the writhing Harry. He grinned at the gathering crowd. "Hey alls. What's the score now, a hundred to Slytherin and minus twenty to the Gryffindors minus Ginny?" Draco preened a little then his expression became shuttered as he heard some of the other comments, aside from the admiring ones. "Check this s***, Potter attacked me first. From behind. Anyone got a mirror? I'm sure I'm bleeding." He said in a plaintive voice. "Now the whole attacking from behind thing, may be taken as evidence of Potter's sexual leanings. Oh do get up, I didn't hit you that hard." Draco said in disgusted tones as he watched the thrashing Harry.
"You said, nasty things about Ginny." Harry rasped from the floor.
"Just to mess with your f***ing mind. Merlin, do you think I'm that stupid? To sleep with an underage witch and then boast about it? Ginny is virga intacta as far as I'm concerned, you stupid p****." Draco snarled in a frustrated way. "You are worse than I am. Stupid f***ing d***head! You know her! You were her crush!" Draco kicked Harry in the side to relieve his feelings. Harry tried to scuttle away. "F***head! Stupid, dirty minded. . .I'm so angry I can't think of anything bad enough to call you, and I have an extensive vocabulary!" Blaise grabbed his arm and stopped him from kicking Harry anymore. Harry coughed out something resembling speech. Draco's face whitened in rage. "F***ing Boy-Who-Lived, lived to die!" Draco screamed as he lunged away from Blaise and dived on Harry. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about!" Draco and Harry rolled around on the floor. Draco was winning.
Blaise winced as he watched. Draco fought dirty. Really dirty, he amended mentally as Harry screamed in pain.
"Stupid motherf***er!" Draco yelled. How Draco managed to yell and still pound the living shit out of Harry amazed Blaise as he watched admiringly. "Oh, F***, you are gonna die!" Draco howled as a lucky blow of Harry's landed. "Die, dammit, won't you just die! B******! Stupid arrogant B******!" Blaise snickered as he and the other Slytherins watched Draco pound Harry's head into the floor. The extremely outnumbered Gryffindors were being restrained by the Slytherins, who didn't want anything happening to halt their enjoyment.
"Immobulis!" A female voice snapped. "Really, Malfoy." Draco growled as his fist halted a bare inch from breaking Potter's nose. Harry had passed out. Who the fuck was that? Mudblood. He snarled in inarticulate rage as Hermoine came into his field of vision.
"Damn it, mudblood." He gritted out from behind closed teeth. Blaise snapped out the countercurse and Draco sagged forward, letting Harry's head hit the floor. Draco got up and started to look for his wand. "Where did my wand go? F***ing Potter." Draco froze as a hand fell on his shoulder. "WHAT?!" He shouted as he spun around. Granger again with a 'holier than thou' expression, "He attacked me this time! And he said something very unforgivable about Cin!" Draco's face closed in as he grabbed his wand and his bookbag. "Why am I even f***ing trying. . ." He said bitterly as he wiped a trickle of blood from his face with an expression of disgust. "Merlin, look at my robes." Draco groaned as he saw how tattered they were. "You are so gonna f***ing pay, Potter!" Draco gave Harry one more kick in the side for good measure, then walked away, muttering healing charms over himself.
Blaise snickered as he watched Hermoine try to revive Harry. The crowd of Slytherins rapidly melted away, and the Gryffindors came and helped Hermoine. "It's true, ya know." Blaise said in a conversational tone. "Potter attacked Malfoy first." He lounged against the Dungeon wall, watching with interest as Hermoine started steering Harry to the infirmary.
"Really?" Hermoine huffed. "Ron, thank god! Help me get Harry up to the infirmary!" Ron gaped in astonishment.
"What happened?" Ron said as he helped shoulder Harry.
"Harry and Malfoy fought. As you can see from the state Harry's in, Malfoy won."
"And what he said about Gin, Cin, whatever her name is, was very nasty. Didn't think a gryff knew those types of words. Surprised me. Enraged Malfoy. He seems to actually like the little red haired chit. Strange that." Blaise called after them. "He doesn't like anyone else."
Haha! Draco rox all to pieces! Well, Harry has a bit more character here, wouldn't you say? Even though it seemed to consist of him being beaten to a bloody pulp. I have two muses now. The Greek chick that stole my wallet and now Draco. I can't understand the Greek chick, but she seems oddly vehement about something. Draco just snickers a lot, but he comes up with the best ideas. This scene was Draco's fault, er, inspiration for all you ppl who are sad and like Harry. And no, he won't tell me what Harry said either. He just goes red and stutters and- Hey! Quit it! Ow! Ok, I'll leave it alone. Geez, you horrible Slytherin. Draco's just being Slytheriny, folks. Ow! Dammit, ok, I'll get on with the next chapter.