Chapter Two: The Fight

Harry couldn't sleep all night. He was tossing and turning. He sat up on his bed after some while, and turned on his bed lamp. He needed to do some serious thinking. His mind contained various jumbled up thoughts. Thoughts about his family, his life at Hogwarts, his friends, his journey…at that very moment, he fell back to sleep. He was sleepier than he thought he was. Perhaps next morning, he will learn to concentrate on other things.

The next morning, Harry awoke abruptly. He was looking forward to his classes with his friends. But what really roused him up, was the thought of Parvati. Parvati Patil was the prettiest girl among the sixth years. She had long, silky, black hair, a fair and soft complexion, and when Harry looked into her eyes, he saw the night sky, so dark and vast. Plus, her family had recently won the jackpot in the lottery, so she was now extremely rich. Harry once went to the Yule Ball with her. He ignored her, because he was in love with Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker, and what he now thinks of as a spiteful seventh year girl. But now, he realized there is more to beauty than outer looks. There is also how rich they are and how demanding they are. Harry would never go out with someone who asks for diamonds every birthday or Christmas. Then again, he'd never go out with someone who asks for diamonds period.

He changed into his dress robes and he noticed Ron sitting on his bed, staring at Harry rather oddly.

"Ron, what is it?

"Oh! I wonder if I could borrow some deodorant," Ron asked almost innocently.

"Just as long as I can borrow your boxers, baby!" Harry teased playfully.

Ron looked incredulous.

"Go ahead Ron. Take the goddamn deodorant. Sheesh, do you really have to pester me? I am trying to look my best today--"

Ron was saved from trying to figure out how to respond to this because Hermione walked into the room.

"Harry, Parvati had been talking about you all night," she said with a look of pure amusement on her face.

"Really? What did she say? Is she--"

Hermione laughed. "She says you have been stalking her a lot, and she finds you rather annoying. She asked me to tell you to stop."

Harry's face fell.

"Oh cheer up Harry! Life is good! Learn to cherish it!" Ron said positively.

"You sound like my grandma," Hermione said giggling.

The three walked downstairs.

"So? What's wrong with grandmas? They are cool…one of my grandmas joined a biker gang, and now my mum won't forgive her, because she got her belly-button pierced," Ron supplied.

The three laughed themselves all the way to the Great Hall.

"Potter! Oi Potter! Over here!" Harry turned around. Uh oh he thought. It's Malfoy…it doesn't take a genius to figure out that Harry and Draco Malfoy will never get along. Both of them always thought of each other as loser show-offs.

"Hey Potter, I heard you are interested in Parvati. Just came to say, you better stay out of it. Parvati is mine, and you better stop stalking her or else…"

"Malfoy, since when have you ever liked someone who is in Gryffindor?" Hermione asked coolly.

"FYI, mudblood, she is the prettiest girl in the whole sixth year and she is a pureblood. She is also filthy rich. So, stay out of things you don't get," Malfoy shot back.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, you are an idiotic buck-toothed mudblood, and you better run away before I curse you into oblivion."

"Shut up!" Ron yelled.

"What are you going to do Weasel? Hurt me with your second-hand wand? Tell me, how is your father these days? Did he get fired yet? I expect so…after all, who would respect a muggle-loving git?"

POW!

Ron hit Malfoy down hard with his fist. "I don't need my wand! I will tear you down bit by bit with my own hands!" Malfoy got back up and shoved Ron. "Why you--"

"BOYS!!!" A voice interrupted Malfoy.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of them, looking furious…

"Come with me, you two…"