A/N- I think this is the fastest ever update I've ever made. That was less than a week. Maybe a bit shorter than all the other's but it's an update. I didn't get too many reviews, but I'm not complaining. Sort of. A friend of mine recently pointed out to me that my fanfic is becoming really fluffy. Do you think so too? If you do, don't hesitate to tell me and I'll warn people that it is fluffy. Anywayz, here's the fastest chapter I've ever written.
Chapter 10 - Why him?
Siobhan felt herself being shaken awake by someone. She rolled over and pulled the covers up over her head, wishing that she was just dreaming that she was being woken up, and that she was still fast asleep. Her head still felt like someone was pounding on it with a hammer, but at least she didn't feel like she was going to puke any second now. Man, had she been stupid. Couldn't she have had one shred of sympathy, or at least be able to sleep it out? The person was persistent, and it felt like they were poking her in the back.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT? Can't you see I'm sort of sleeping here?" she shouted quite loudly for someone with a hangover, flinging back the covers. She still hadn't opened her eyes, and she struggled to. The sun was pouring in from the window, and it dazed her. Why was the sun so damn bright? She turned to see who had been poking her, and to her annoyance it was Harry.
"Geez, I was only trying to wake you up. I wouldn't like to see you when you're properly drunk," Harry said, and then looked at her carefully, "nor would I like to see you when you first wake up in the morning."
Siobhan glared and turned around huffily. She didn't like being insulted, but she had to admit, she was never a morning bird. It was true. Not only did she have quite a temper in the morning, but she also looked worse than her father did in the morning, and that wasn't pretty. Her hair looked similar to a bird's nest, impossible to know where her hair started and where it ended, her face was paler than Snape's, and her breath could have rivalled Fluffy's, and that was saying something.
"And tell me why exactly are you trying to wake me up? Did I ask you to wake me up?" Siobhan mumbled annoyed at the fact that she was being woken up, and by Harry. She liked him, but she didn't want to see him first thing in the morning. Actually, she didn't want to see anybody.
"Snape sent me. You slept through the morning lessons, and he wanted me to remind you that you are to show up for Potions without fail. And I quote, 'Tell your injudicious friend that if she misses a Potion lesson and fails to hand in her essay, I will not hesitate to have her removed from my N.E.W.T classes.' " Well, Snape had said something along those lines.
Siobhan groaned into her pillow and once again pulled the covers over her head. Why did he have to be so father-like today? If he had just been a teacher he wouldn't have bothered, she would have been another meaningless Gryffindor. But no. She had to be the daughter of the most austere Potions master ever to set foot on the Earth.
"You can forget me coming to other lessons. My head is about ready to explode, but if I have to, I'll show up for Potions." Harry had to strain to hear what she was saying, but he just about heard it. He wondered what her reaction would be if he poked her one more time, just to annoy her. "Don't even think about it Harry, or you won't have a finger to poke with."
"I like you a lot better when you're drunk, you know that Siobhan? Less moody, and less able to tell what I'm thinking. Oh and you're also more likely to snog me." Harry had to duck, as a pillow zoomed at his head. He decided now was a good time to go back to lunch, and leave her be.
"It was a dare Harry, nothing more. I thought that was clear," Siobhan said pulling her head out of the covers, before retreating back in again. If she had the power, she would have gladly killed the Sun. If that was possible.
"Yeah, crystal." He left the Hospital Wing without even saying goodbye. Siobhan again wondered whether she really didn't want to be with Harry. Who was she kidding? Everyone could see they were loved up. It was hard to miss. She rolled over and stopped thinking about it. Now was not the time and place. And her head was going to split if she didn't get some more sleep.
Siobhan trudged down to the dungeons, as fast as her legs would allow her. She felt as if she could collapse any minute now. She had been up to the dormitories to have a long cold shower, got dressed, and had to find her essay amongst the mess she called her trunk. Why she had put it in there she couldn't remember. After washing her hair, it had decided that instead of being wavy like it used to be, to go straighter than a line. She cursed her father's genes. Why did they have to kick in today?
Slytherin and Gryffindor were already lined up outside the dungeons by the time she got there. Siobhan made a beeline to Harry, ready to apologise to him. During her cold shower, she had had time to think it over. Did she really like Harry and was she ready to be in a relationship? Whatever she thought, she had to apologise for her grumpiness. It hadn't been his fault that she had consumed something she new she shouldn't have. He had just happened to catch her in her in the middle of an irritable mood.
"Harry, listen I'm really sorry for this morning," Siobhan said as she reached him. He still didn't look at her, and she wondered whether he was actually listening. "I had no right to snap at you. You were only trying to tell me something."
"Yeah, whatever," Harry answered still not looking at Siobhan. Who was the grumpy one now? Siobhan grit her teeth and wondered if she should just leave him alone. He was beginning to irritate her badly.
"Well, if you're going to be like that then next time, I shan't bother. You know, maybe this is the reason why I don't want to be with you. I get a little moody, and then you get into a huff with me. I'm always moody Harry, and you might just have to get used to that."
"That's fine with me, Siobhan, because I don't want to be with you anymore. You're not worth the bother. You were right. There's plenty of girls out there wiling to drop everything just to talk to me, and you're not one of them, and I doubt you ever will be." Harry still didn't look at her but something in his voice told her he was dead serious. For some reason, she felt a pang somewhere inside her, and she felt like she was going to cry.
"Fine. Glad you've finally seen the light. Good luck to whoever you'll be dating, they'll need it." With that, Siobhan flicked her hair, and stomped off to talk to Hermione. Times like these, you needed Hermione to bore you to death talking about S.P.E.W. or something like that. At least it took your mind of things. It felt like it was hours before Snape appeared from the dungeons. He did his usual glare then motioned for the class to follow him in. Siobhan settled between Dean Thomas, who still thought she was fit, but after last night was a bit wary of her, and Seamus Finnigan. She had no intention of talking to Harry. She didn't know why but it hurt. At least now she felt how Harry had felt when she had said no.
"This lesson is going to be different. Professor Dumbledore has instructed us to pair each student up with a member from a different House for each lesson," Snape said looking around the room. Slight groans erupted from the class, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "So, when I call your name, you will go to your partner. No fuss."
He began reading out names, and it seemed it was Gryffindor being paired with Slytherin. Harry got paired with Pansy Parkinson, Hermione with Millicent Bulstrode, Neville with Crabbe, a disastrous pair that would be. Siobhan wasn't listening to the rest, and when her name was called out she crossed her fingers and wished, and wished that it wouldn't be-
"Draco Malfoy," Snape said that faint smile still on his face. He looked up at Siobhan, who had to really try and stop herself from throwing anything in her reach at him. Her father had done this on purpose. So he had paired them up together. That wouldn't make her change her mind about him. He was an evil, vile little cockroach who needed to be crushed. Siobhan gathered her stuff, and went to sit with Malfoy, feeling hatred towards her father with every single step.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my beautiful pure-blood. Fancy us being put together," Malfoy said as Siobhan sat down on the stool next to him. She edged her chair as far as she could from him, with it still being behind the work table, and that wasn't far. Turning her face away from his, she turned her attention to what Snape was saying.
"I will go round and collect your homework, after you have started. We will be making Sleepless Sleep potion, and I expect you all to have researched it in your essays, therefore, there is no need in me writing the instructions on the board. You have an hour and ten minutes. You may begin."
The silence was broken by the scraping of stools, as people went up to get ingredients, flipping of textbooks as they used it as a reference for their potions, and the occasional whisper as partners disagreed with each other. Siobhan began setting up the cauldron whilst Malfoy went to get the ingredients. Whilst up there he bumped into Harry.
"I heard you and Siobhan had a fight. What a pity. You would have made a great couple. Too bad I'm getting there first, Potter. You'll never get her back," Malfoy whispered into Harry's ear, before innocently getting some ingredients.
"That's what you think, Malfoy. She hates your guts," Harry responded. True he had blown her off, but she could choose someone better than Malfoy. Anybody but Malfoy.
"I have my way with women. Unlike you I don't need to clutch my scar, and get sympathy because I'm a pathetic orphan. I can get the most unyielding of women, to melt with the click of my finger." Harry shrugged and went back to the cauldron with whom he was sharing with Pug-face Parkinson, one of the most irritating girls he had ever met.
Malfoy too returned to his partner, who took the ingredients of him and started to put them in the cauldron, according to her knowledge of the potion they were doing. She finished the first bit and left it since it was meant to simmer for five minutes. Before Malfoy could talk to her, she buried her nose in the textbook, and began reading instructions she had read at least twice before beginning the potion.
"Come on now, gorgeous. No need to be so stubborn, put down that book and talk to me," Malfoy whispered reaching out and putting the book down. He started to reach for Siobhan's hands but she pulled away.
"Malfoy, touch me again, and you won't have any fingers left," Siobhan hissed pretending that she was still watching the potion.
"I don't think so. You're not as tough as you act, Siobhan. I saw that a couple of days ago, or don't you remember?" He laughed as Siobhan stiffened at the thought. "Thought so. Listen, since you and Potter have broken up, that offer still stands if you want to go to Hogsmeade with me next Saturday."
"No thanks. I'd rather stay at school. Plus, I haven't got parental permission," Siobhan said trying to wriggle out of it. Right at the moment she wanted to be with Harry more than anything. At least then Malfoy would leave her alone. She added the next ingredients, stirred anti-clockwise, and then let the potion simmer again.
"I don't think you understood me clearly before. No-one says no to Draco Malfoy, and I'm not asking you whether you want to go with me or not. I'm telling you."
"I don't think you understood me either. I don't date slimy gits like you; they're not my style. And I think I just said no to you for the third time. Just move on, I'm not anybody special."
"On the contrary, my dear. You are what I want, and I always get what I want. If I'm not your style, tough. Maybe my father could persuade you a bit more. He rather enjoyed your last meeting. But if you insist on not going out with me, maybe we could have the rest of the Longbottom's tortured. Neville would appreciate that don't you think?" Siobhan paled. Malfoy was sick, this was as low as you could get. Blackmailing just to get Siobhan. That was absolutely disgusting.
"F-fine, Malfoy. But you have to promise me that Neville and his family won't get hurt," Siobhan pleaded. Not that she had any choice. Her family were the most important thing to her, and she couldn't let them get hurt. Even if it meant that she suffered.
"I knew you'd see it my way, after a bit of persuading that is. If you insist of keeping Longbottom and his family safe, then very well. No harm will come to them, if you do as I tell you," Malfoy agreed. He had won, with a little bit of help from his father, but he had Siobhan at his mercy. "Oh, and don't call me Malfoy. Draco sounds better, don't you think? Do move closer. Is this anyway to treat your boyfriend?"
Siobhan reluctantly moved her stool closer to Malfoy, or Draco as he now wanted her to call him. He wrapped his arm round her waist, and she just sat there and put up with it. What else could she do? If she didn't, Neville could lose more than his parents, and it would be her fault. Snape was doing his usual snooping round the classroom, muttering insults, criticizing every little fault that he could find. He drew closer to her and Malfoy's potion; well hers because Malfoy hadn't done anything except bring the ingredients. Snape reached their potion, and he leaned over so close that she swore his nose was touching the light green substance.
"This is excellent, 50 points to both Slytherin and Gryffindor," Snape said as he straightened up. His gaze fell on Draco arm which was still wrapped around Siobhan's waist, and he smirked. He lent over to Siobhan and whispered so that only she could hear, "I'm glad you finally agreed with me. Trust me, one day, you will thank me."
"I hate you," Siobhan replied just as quietly. At the moment she did really hate him. Who would do this to their own daughter? Siobhan wanted to scream at him, and throw the Sleepless Sleep potion all over him. But that would have been a bit suspicious if all of a sudden she had a tantrum in the middle of the lesson.
The rest of the lesson was an absolute nightmare for Siobhan. Not only did Draco insist on having his arm round her waist, he kept on telling her the consequences of what would happen if she decided that she wasn't going to be nice to him. Harry watched all of this with pure jealousy, and Pansy Parkinson wasn't doing him any favours.
"Just look at your little bitch. She's all over my Draco-kins. Why, aren't you enough for her?" Pansy moaned at Harry. She loved Draco to bits, and now he was being whisked away by Siobhan. "The only reason Draco probably is letting her get all over him is because she's a slut."
"Just shut up about it, Parkinson. We weren't even dating, and you seriously need to get glasses. It's Malfoy who's all over Siobhan. Not the other way around," Harry snapped back. He had let her go, but that didn't mean that Pansy could call her names. Hopefully, he and Siobhan were still friends.
"You're just sticking up for her. You know that she's a bitch, set to dig her claws in the first man who calls her gorgeous. Go on, admit it, Potter. You can't keep living in a dream world, where reality isn't real. She loves him, not you, and that's eating you up inside. Just admit it."
"Leave me alone. She isn't a bitch. Anyway, it takes a bitch to know a bitch, so you must be one yourself. Just because YOU can't have Malfoy, doesn't mean that she can't have him." Why was he sticking up for her? Siobhan had blown him off for Malfoy, of all people. He certainly seemed to have his way with women. But how did he do it so fast? Four days ago, Siobhan was threatening Malfoy, now they were a loved-up couple. It just didn't make sense.
Pansy went into a sulk, and began flicking through her copy of 'Advanced Potions: Pre-NEWT ' rather noisily. At least their potion was finished and all it needed to do now was simmer. He glared in the direction of Siobhan and Malfoy. He had green eyes for a reason. They were filled with envy.
The class came to an end, and everybody bottled their potions and deposited them on Snape's desk on the way out. Most of them looked alright, and even Crabbe and Neville's had come out green. Perhaps not the right shade, but green all the same. Snape even awarded an extra ten points to Slytherin (obviously) and Gryffindor since Crabbe and Neville had managed to produce a near-enough potion.
Harry caught up with Siobhan who was walking down with Draco. He was telling her about something, and she was nodding, a bored expression on her face. You too would be bored if you had to listen to somebody talk about the brand of shampoo they use.
"Siobhan, I need to talk to you," Harry said grabbing onto Siobhan's arm, jerking her out of Draco's hold. Draco didn't look too happy and was about to say something, but Siobhan got in there first.
"Look, I gave you a chance to talk when I tried to apologise. There is nothing left to talk about," Siobhan answered. She too wanted to talk to Harry but Draco really didn't look happy for Harry to be there.
"Just for five minutes, and then I won't talk to you again if you don't want to. Please, jus for five minutes." Harry knew that he was pleading, but he needed to know why Siobhan was going out with Malfoy. All lesson, it was the only thing he had been able to think about. She couldn't really love Malfoy?
"Very well, if that's alright with you Draco." Siobhan turned to Draco and put on her cute face. He reluctantly nodded, and Siobhan pulled Harry aside whilst Draco waited for her. "Harry, what is it that you want? I was in the middle of a conversation with my boyfriend."
"You looked really interested in what your boyfriend was saying. Puh-lease. I know you don't like him, and if you're doing this just to spite me, well guess what? It's working. You don't have to do this. I'm sorry that I was so moody, but you don't have to do this."
"See Harry? This is what irritates me. You think that whole world revolves around you, and that everything I do has to have something to do with you. Well, guess what? It doesn't. Just because I blew you off doesn't mean that I don't actually like Draco. Get over yourself, Harry."
"You can't be serious. You just can't." But Siobhan looked dead serious. Inside, she just wanted to hug Harry, and tell him that she wanted to be as far from Draco as she could be but she knew that she couldn't. She was doing this for Neville. Harry seethed with anger Siobhan. His pride was hurt, and it felt like his heart was breaking. He wanted to make Siobhan feel like he was feeling.
"I am Harry, and you will do best just to accept my relationship with Draco, or we might as well not be friends if you're going to let your jealousy get in the way of our friendship." Siobhan wished that she could take every single word she was saying back but it was needed to be said. Harry's anger just reached the top. He was hurt, and he wanted to hurt her.
"There is no friendship, Siobhan. There never was, and never will be. You are going to get hurt, and I hope you do, because I gave you a chance and you didn't take it. You were right, I just didn't know the real side of you. And I hope your mother didn't either, because I bet she would be genuinely upset. I'm glad that she can't see the mistake that you are making dating that piece of scum you call your boyfriend."
Siobhan couldn't believe what Harry was saying. He was no better than Draco. Bringing family into this, especially deceased ones, that was really low. Siobhan didn't think about she was doing and just swung her arm back before punching Harry as hard as she could squarely on the nose. Harry was caught of guard and he toppled backwards. His nose was bleeding, and it felt numb. As he tried to get up, Siobhan pushed him down again with her foot.
"Listen to me. I am going to say this once, and once only, understood?" Siobhan asked, stepping harder on Harry's chest. He nodded. "There is a reason why I'm doing this and you don't need to know. And don't you ever again talk about my mother. She has nothing to do with this so don't bring her into it. Next time you do, I'll do more damage than a punch in the nose. Remember that." She took her foot off of him and went back to Draco.
"So which shampoo did you say was best for my hair?" she asked Draco before walking off with him towards who knows where.
Harry lay his head against the cool marble of the dungeon floor. It was soothing. So Siobhan was doing this for a reason, but what. It could be anything. She loved him, or what was that reason? His nose was still bleeding and it was flowing down onto his robes, but he didn't care. But Siobhan was right. He had had no right to bring in Siobhan's mother. She had only lost her mother recently and it wasn't fair.
"She deserved it," Harry thought, getting to his feet. "I don't think the world revolves around me. Malfoy does, not me."
He walked where his feet dragged him. He didn't want to go to the Common room because he was sure somebody would ask him how he felt about the whole Siobhan/Malfoy thing, and he really didn't want to talk about. Perhaps a walk around the school would do him good. He was sure everybody would be in the Great Hall by the time he finished, and then he could go do his homework in the library. It was usually a place where Siobhan never ventured.
He didn't know where he was going. He was in a daze. Pansy had been right. It was just eating him up inside. The feelings that he had developed in such a short time for Siobhan were too strong. He wanted her, but she didn't want him. Harry wondered why his nose was still bleeding. It must have been at least ten minutes since Siobhan had punched him. Man, did she have a good jab. Would make a great boxer if she wanted.
"Harry, what happened to you?" somebody asked Harry pulling him out of his thoughts. It was Professor Lupin. Harry realised that he was outside is office. Funny where your feet could take you when you're not concentrating.
"What? Me? Oh, I got on somebody's bad side," Harry explained checking his nose to see if it was broken. He didn't think so, but it was still bleeding. Professor Lupin gave him a quizzical look.
"It wasn't one of Malfoy's bodyguards was it?" Lupin asked thinking on whose bad side Harry could have possibly got on and deserved a punch. Harry shook his head. "Pity. I've always wanted a reason to have Malfoy suspended. So who was it?"
"Siobhan. And before you say anything, would you mind stopping the bleeding?" Harry was getting concerned that he was losing a considerable amount of blood. The idea of him shrivelling up and dieing from a nose bleed didn't appeal to him.
"Right, sure. Come into my office and I'll find something. Perhaps you'd also like some tea. It'll help you relax. You seem stressed." Harry followed Lupin into his office and sat down in one of the empty chairs behind Lupin's desk. He rummaged in his drawer then snapped something in half. He handed one of the halves to Harry.
"What is this?" Harry asked, now wary on things that people gave him. Especially if he didn't know what they were.
"Nosebleed Nougat, one of the Weasley twins invention. That's meant to stop your nosebleed. Unless you want me to stop it using my wand, and that could end up getting sticky. I'm not very good at healing." Harry contemplated whether he wanted to have a deformed nose or risk eating what he had just been given. He ate it knowing that Lupin really wasn't that well in areas outside Defence Against the Dark Arts. To his luck the nosebleed stopped and Lupin handed him a tissue to wipe himself off, whilst he made the tea. He handed a cup full of warm tea to Harry who drank it gratefully.
"Thanks, I really needed that," Harry said letting the warmth of the tea sink into him. He wished he could let go of the feeling in the pit of his stomach like tea gives off heat.
"So, are you going to tell me what you said to Siobhan to get on her bad side? Or are you going to tell me it's none of my business, and leave?"
"I guess I like her more than I thought, and when she turned me down for Malfoy I got really upset for some reason. I just wanted to hurt her so I said some stuff about her mum. She got angry and punched me." Harry had taken an interest to his cup, and seemed to be talking to it instead of Lupin.
"Don't expect any sympathy from me there, Harry. You deserved that punch. You of all people should know what it feels like when someone talks about your dead parent or parents. I didn't think you'd also do it."
"I feel terrible, but she said some things as well. Can you believe she said that I think the world revolves around me? I mean, she dating the most selfish guy in all of Hogwarts and she's telling me that I'm big-headed. Why Malfoy, though? I'm loads better than him."
"Listen Harry, I know Siobhan from her previous school and I've met her father before. Did she not tell you that her father was a Slytherin? If I know her father it will have something to do with something he said. Like 'You'd better date Lucius Malfoy's son Draco. It'll be good for the family name, and business. It's for your own good. One day you'll thank me'or something along those lines I don't think you should take it personally. She'll come round."
"Yeah, after they get married and I'll be stuck a jealous twat until the day I die," Harry mumbled quietly into his tea, but Lupin still heard him.
"That's the spirit, Harry. You keep that attitude and you'll be fine." Harry wondered whether Lupin was mocking him but didn't say anything.
Harry was sitting on the sofa talking to Hermione and Ron. He had long come back from Lupin's office, and he had done most of his homework. He hadn't gone to dinner because he hadn't felt hungry and he didn't want to bump into Siobhan and Draco. Who in their sane mind would call their son Draco? As he had thought, when Hermione and Ron had found him sitting in the common room with his nose buried in a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages, they had immediately started asking him what he thought about Malfoy and Siobhan being together. Now they were talking about what McGonagall would do to them after what had happened last night with Siobhan. It was around eight o'clock and there still was no sign of Siobhan.
"Where do you think Siobhan is?" Hermione asked Ron worried about her friend. They had seen her at dinner, but she had disappeared with Malfoy halfway through. Hermione didn't think she had eaten anything except perhaps a bit of mashed potato. Ron shrugged, and he didn't have to say anything because out of the portrait hole came Siobhan. Harry was still pissed and he sank down in the sofa.
"Well look who it is. If it isn't Mrs. Malfoy. I didn't think she'd be able to leave her husband," Harry whispered, but loud enough for Siobhan to hear. Harry was certainly a sour loser. He couldn't handle him feeling like that and Siobhan being happy. Not that she was of course.
"Harry, stop being so damn selfish," Hermione whispered to Harry. Well, he was being selfish or childish you might say.
"And if it isn't Mr. Sour Potter. You are unbelievable you know that? You know that I haven't done anything to you? And yet here you are acting as if I've been cheating on you. There was nothing going on between us in the first place," Siobhan answered. Two could play at that game.
"And you are going to tell me that first kiss meant NOTHING to you? That I was the only that showed any emotion? You are going to tell me that there was NOTHING behind all those hugs we shared? I meant NOTHING to you, didn't I?" Harry was now really angry, and he didn't care whether he was making a scene. He had to get it off his chest.
"Harry, I didn't ask you to like me, did I? I TRIED to stop you from getting hurt after that first kiss! I knew this was going to happen. There are some things you don't FUCKING UNDERSTAND! So, don't you DARE go around acting as if you're the fucking victim! Because YOU ARE NOT!"
"You obviously didn't TRY HARD ENOUGH! Remember when you said your father thought that I was filth, in other words you meant YOU think I'm filth didn't you? Just admit it! The Sorting Hat made an evident mistake. YOU DON'T BELONG IN GRYFFINDOR! YOU BELONG IN SLYTHERIN, WITH YOUR PRECIOUS DRACO!" Harry had now got to his feet and he was facing Siobhan.
"So this is what it's about, huh? I hurt your PRIDE! And who are you to decide what House I belong in? Don't let fame get to your head Harry, just because you are the fucking Boy-Who-Lived doesn't mean you can have a go at me. I bet there are DOZENS of people in this room who think that I'm a traitor, but you don't see them having a go at me, unlike YOU!"
"You said it yourself. The Sorting Hat said you belonged in Slytherin, NOT Gryffindor but Slytherin! Your father must be so proud. There's not a person in Slytherin who didn't go bad, and your father has to be a bloody DEATH EATER! Now his daughter is dating a Death Eater's son it must be so perfect. No wonder you don't want to spend time together. You must be as bad as each other!"
"Did I not tell you not to drag my family into this? I TOLD you, I have my reasons which you don't need to know about. You think Draco is so bad, just look at yourself. You are so low, the only way you can make yourself feel better is by hurting me. WELL, I'M GLAD FOR YOUR PARENTS THAT THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE HERE TO SEE THEIR ONLY SON BEHAVE LIKE A TOTAL IDIOT!" Siobhan had also sunk lower than low.
"SAME GOES FOR YOU. YOUR MUM WOULD PROBABLY DIE OF SHAME TO SEE HER DAUGHTER BE SO STUPID! OH WAIT, SHE'S ALREADY DEAD!" He had done one of the things he shouldn't do. A crowd had gathered around to watch Harry and Siobhan argue and at what Harry had just said many gasped. Not even Malfoy had ever said that to him, and now here he was saying something so horrible to Siobhan out of spite.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Siobhan screamed before lunging herself at Harry. He was taken by surprise although he shouldn't have been. Siobhan had warned him that if he ever brought her mother into this she'd do more damage than a nosebleed.
She had him pinned to the floor, and was punching his face as hard as she could. His glasses had been discarded somewhere on the way down. He had seriously hurt her. She had only just gotten over her mother's death, and here he was, bringing it all back. Somehow Harry managed to get loose and he pushed her off. He tried to get to his feet but Siobhan was back, and more livid than she had been. Harry couldn't just sit there and take it. He delivered the first punch on her stomach, and she doubled over in pain. He must have caught her bellybutton ring. He continued to punch her, until she had him pinned to the floor, and this time she made sure he couldn't move before punching his face with all the might she had again, and again and again. The crowd of Gryffindors that had been cheering on who they thought was right suddenly went quiet.
"What on Earth is going on here? Miss McKay get off of Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said as she walked through the crowds. Siobhan stood up and gave Harry one last kick before completely leaving him alone. Harry struggled to his feet and wiped his once again bloody nose with his sleeve. "I come here to fetch you two from my office to punish you for alcohol possession, and I find you fighting. What do you have to say for yourselves?"
"Harry had nothing to do with the alcohol last night. Harry just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time last night and Professor Snape just thought he was part of it," Siobhan said, taking everybody by surprise. What she said next took Harry even more by surprise. "And Harry didn't start the fight right now, I did. I was in a foul mood, and the smallest thing set me off so I went for him. As you can see, he's more injured than I am."
Compared to Harry, Siobhan was relatively healthy. She had survived with a few bruises, but Harry had a black eye, a bloody nose, a cut lip, and loads of bruises. It definitely looked like Siobhan had taken Harry by surprise, and Harry had been noble enough not to hit her back.
"Mr. Potter is this true?" Professor McGonagall asked. Everybody turned to look at Harry, expecting him to confess to having started the fight.
"Yes it's true Professor," Harry answered. If Siobhan wanted to take all the blame then she could have it. He hadn't asked her to, but he wasn't going to get in trouble when she was so willing.
"Right then, Mr. Weasley, I think you should take Mr. Potter to the Infirmary since he might be a bit disorientated," Professor McGonagall said through pursed lips. She turned to Siobhan and gave her a disappointed look. "And you Miss McKay, I guess you will have to come with me. I have never been one to suspend a student in their first week, but you might be an exception. Come along then."
Siobhan followed Professor McGonagall out of the Common Room but not before giving one last look at Harry. This one clearly meant, 'I'm doing this for you, and don't you ever forget that."
A/N-Alright so the fight wasn't that great, but there was a fight nonetheless. Please review, as this will give me strength to update more. I will anyway because it's summer, but you know, I need it for my low self-esteem. So review, and don't forget to point out stuff that you want changed. See you soon!
-TheDarkLadyOfRavenclaw-