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Author's note: Hello again. Well, welcome to another installment of my splendiferous story, and I thank you for reading it. If you like it at all, or rather find it a waste of valuable internet, please review and say so. This chapter, you will find Draco licking Gwen's neck, Harry gets way protective, and someone gets a new hairdo. Read on...
Chapter Six: Don't You Touch Her!
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood. Guenivere sat, her back to Malfoy. Draco leaned over, placed his hand on Gwen's shoulder and drawled into her ear, looking around at the other three. "Guenivere, I'm surprised. I suppose you didn't know that being in Gryffindor meant you would have to associate yourself with riffraff like this. Why don't you sit with us, and I'll introduce you to respectable people."
A whirlwind of fury and hatred consumed Harry, almost blurring his vision. Oh, what he'd like to do to Malfoy now... "Don't you touch her!" Harry said, trying in vain not to shout. He whipped out his wand and pointed it square at his enemy. Malfoy grinned maliciously and wrapped his arms around Gwen's shoulders, leaning in next to her. "And what if I did more than touch her?" he asked, brushing his lips against her smooth neck. "Hm?" the Slytherin teased, pushing aside her veil a bit and kissing her earlobe and cheek. "What will you do about it, eh, Potter?" Malfoy started to move towards Gwen's lips next. Harry was blinded with rage. He felt like dropping his outstretched wand and just beating Draco-the-arrogant-prat-who-wouldn't-just-DIE-and-make-the-world-a-better-place-and-instead-made-Harry's-life-a-living-hell- Malfoy into a bloody pulp. However- before either Harry or Malfoy could do anything more- Gwen spoke.
"A pig as always, then- eh, Draco?" Gwen quipped harshly, pushing Malfoy away from her, but not turning around. "And get your filthy paws off me. You'll stink up my robes." Malfoy stood upright, put his hands in his pockets, and grinned. "Oh, come on, darling," he said, looking at the back of Gwen's head, "you know that you love me.." Harry couldn't take anymore. "She doesn't love you, you slime!" Harry practically bellowed, "And she never will! Now get out of here, before....be....forrree..." But Harry was at a loss for words. He was looking at Gwen, whose large round eyes were fixed on his. It was her eyes that quieted him. They were glowing with an emotion he could not read. Malfoy seemed not to notice the way Harry and Gwen were looking at each other, and continued. "What- before you whap me with your stick, Potty? You can't really do anything- not while Crabbe and Goyle are here.."
Harry heard a soft click! and Crabbe and Goyle disappeared without a sound. Malfoy didn't quite spot this, and kept up his bigheaded speech. "They'd beat you so hard no one would recognize the famous Harry Potter his worthless friends, isn't that right, boys?" No one answered. Malfoy faltered. "Boys?" he asked, turning around, seeing no one there. When he turned back, he found 3 wands pointed squarely in his face. The Slytherin gulped hard.
Gwen stood and faced Malfoy as well, her countenance set and her shoulders squared. "Draco, I will not sit with you. I would rather associate myself with nice, kind 'riffraff' than have to endure the cruel and pointless ramblings of the 'respectable' trash that you call your friends. Oh- and Mr. Potter is correct. I do not love you. And I never will. So- build a bridge and get over it, you swine."
"Fine!" Malfoy fumed, "But you'll hear from my father about this- this- indignation!"
Even though Gwen crossed her arms and tapped her foot in an impatient manner, Harry thought he saw her pale just the tiniest bit. "I'm shaking in my slippers..." she remarked sarcastically, "Now get out of here!" Malfoy had no choice but to turn and walk away, his head held as high as he could with so little dignity. Gwen flopped back down onto her chair and mumbled "Egotistical prat..." As a finishing touch, Harry tapped Gwen on the shoulder. When he was sure she was looking, he pointed his wand at Malfoy's retreating form and muttered "Colourifus," In an instant, Draco Malfoy's hair turned from flat, platinum blonde to a curly neon blue. The Great Hall roared with laughter, and the four friends sat down and shared a laugh as well.
"Harry Potter," Gwen said softly, so only Ron, Hermione and Harry could hear, "I wanted to thank you." Harry looked at his friends, then at the princess. "For what?" he asked blankly. "For standing up to Malfoy like you did," she said. "Since I am a woman, it is against the law for me to do anything like what you did, at least until another man argues on my behalf- and Draco knew that. That's why he targeted me. You may not have realized it, but you saved me." "Oh, I see," Harry responded lamely, his ears feeling hot, "Well, any time." Gwen put her hand on top of his imp one lying next to his plate and he could barely stop from bursting with joy. Her touch was so full of purity and healing and love. "You really are," she told him, squeezing his hand lightly and looking him square in the eyes, "very kind.....Harry."
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