Leave Me Alone!

Written by Serpentina

Harry and Draco strode to the Quidditch locker rooms and changed out of their heavy uniforms. Harry was happy that Draco had not gotten the Snitch before he; Draco was in high spirits because they got the Golden Snitch at the exact same time. It was probably the first time this has happened, though. But, also, both seemed to have enjoyed themselves listening to Parvati's horrible narrating skills.

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" A Bunkie instead of a Bludger: she should have study up her Quidditch terms a bit more drastically, if you ask me." laughed Ron. " I think Parvati likes you, bloke. She wouldn't stop talking about you over the speaker." Ron nudged Draco slightly, but 'the-so-called' Harry could only stifle a small he-he. Draco turned to put his Quidditch robes into his locker, thinking, 'I'm gonna screw up, I'm gonna screw up.'

Harry punched his robes into the locker Draco had explained to him, " I was so close! We could have won this time!" shouted Harry, trying to sound like Draco. He punched the closed locker again. " Why didn't I get it when I had the chance!"

At that moment, Marcus Flint was gliding towards Harry. " Do you want to know why we never win?" asked Flint. " Because you are the worst seeker our team has ever had! You're off the team. I don't care what your stupid father says."

" I don't care what he says either!" Harry's temper rose out of no where. "I don't care what anyone says! My father is in Azkaban. Do you wan to know why? Because he's a bloody moron! The prat went crawling to Voldemort hoping to get revenge on the pure-hearted Mudbloods who never did anything to deserve his revenge. Just like I don't deserve to pick on Granger. None of you need to either!" Harry grabbed his bag and pounded out of the locker room. Suddenly, he stopped. Wide-eyed, he thought," Oh, my Lord. Help me! Why did I have to do that then. How am I going to break that to Draco?"

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" Draco… I mean… Harry!" came the nervous shout. Draco spun around to see the life form that recently looked like him.

" What?" asked Draco, rapidly.

" You've been kicked off the Quidditch team because you didn't catch the Snitch before me." explained Harry, precautiously.

Before Draco could answer, Harry heard flint's voice.

"Associating with Mudblood-lovers now, Malfoy?"

This was the last straw, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

" Why don't you shove off, Flint! First you kick me off the team, then you wont even let me talk about you behind your back. What next?" Harry said, pleased with himself.

Flint turned towards Draco, " What were you guys saying about me?" he asked, bluntly.

" Oh, just that you were an unsophisticated scum bucket that is so stupid he can't even tie his on shoelaces." shouted Draco, so everyone in the room could hear his voice.

" You said that, huh? You willing to pick a duel." asked Flint, turning back to Harry.

" Sure, but we Muggle fight, no wands, just fists and feet." offered Harry, realizing that in Draco's body he wasn't so scrawny and short.

" Okay, then." Flint handed Draco his wand and put up his fists.

They began to fight. Harry had the first punch whacking Flint to the ground and knocking out several teeth. Flint once more, throwing punches at Harry, but Harry dodged everyone of them. 'Must have been all the Quidditch practices,' thought Harry, happily.

Flint grew tired easily, but Harry kept hitting flint. He threw one last throw at Flint, that made him fall so hard he couldn't rise again. Draco walked up and kicked him, then threw him his wand.

" Now be a good boy, and leave me and Dr… Harry alone." shouted Harry.

Flint rose after a few long minutes, and turned to his friends, " There's something suspicious about those two."

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When Draco realized he was being to nice to Harry, he said, " That was noble fighting back there, now leave me alone for a while!" Draco ran to the corridor and shouted at Sir Codagon, " Quidditch rules!" and ran into the Gryffindor Tower, straight to the boys dormitory.

Take it away, Professor!