A FRIEND TO TALK TO
CHPT 10: BOY FIGHT
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Hermione listened to it. The whole argument. She smiled as Harry stomped back to the castle.
She didn't even have to interfere! Now all she had to do was wait until the right time. Then Harry would realize who was always there for him...
Hermione laughed. No, he wouldn't. He was too thick to figure something like that out on his own.
She ditched Ron and followed Harry back to the Gyrffindor common room.
He went to the boys dormitories and Hermione sighed sadly.
She waited by the staircase until she finally gave up and decided to go to the feast. "Damn." She frowned.
She was at the exit when a mad boy came fuming down the stair.
She turned around and saw and mad Harry.
"Harry?" Hermione said.
Harry's glare turned to her, then his gaze soften. Hermione nearly melted.
"Hermione! You've got to help me! I think Malfoy messed with Hedwig! Come on Hermione, you've got to help-"
Hermione nodded and pressed her finger on his lips to silence him.
Harry was silent. She was too, and suprised at herself.
"Okay, i'll help you." She blushed. "I always do."
Harry smiled. "Great! So- what do we do?" Harry asked.
Right now he wanted to run at Malfoy and punch him in the face for messing with Hedwig.
That whore!
"Well..." Hermione thought. "We can just ask him." She answered sternly.
"Okay, lets go." Harry ran off, and Hermione followed.
As we ran though the empty coridors, Harry's face went red. It just hit him that pretty Hermione touched his lips.
They burst into the great hall. The students inside were loud, no one noticed them come in. Except one.
As soon as Harry and Hermione came inside, Ron noticed Harry's angry face and bolted over to them.
He hoped he didn't do anything wrong.
"Whats up?" Ron asked cautiously.
"Malfoy." Hermione answered.
Ron nodded. "That maggot."
Harry had an evil glare plastered on his face. He spotted Malfoy and walked over to him.
He had several things going through his mind.
What was with Hermione?
Why would Malfoy mess with Hedwig?
Why did he want to interfere with his letters anyway?
Why couldn't he stop thinking about Claire!
As he grabbed the back of Malfoy's head and pulled him to the ground, he found answered to his questions.
Hermione was very pretty, thats it.
Malfoy was evil and stupid, and he wanted to make Harry's life more hell than it already was, plus he probably was working for Voldemort.
Hermione gasped as Malfoy hit the ground. Ron cheered.
And Voldemort was trying to kill him, so reading his mail could have been a way too find a weakness of some sort.
Other students gathered round. Harry was on the floor, his fist was pounding, and Malfoy's nose ws bleeding.
And Claire...
Harry had Malfoy pinned to the ground.
She was his weakness.
"Go Harry, yeah!" Ron roared.
Harry's knuckles where sore. The crowd around them were cheering madly. The professors made their way to the center of attention.
Malfoy managed to get a punch in. "Harry!" Hermione screamed.
But Harry's thoughts where else where. He didn't realize what he was doing. He just kept reasoning with himself.
Claire was everything. She was nice, understanding, beautiful...
Harry and Draco were being held back by professors. They struggled out of their grips but couldn't get out. Draco's face was of pure malice while Harry had no expression at all.
A bit frightening, really.
Harry kept thinking.
If Voldemort knew what Claire was to Harry, she could be in danger. Plus she was a muggle, so she could be in an even worse situation. Voldemort could do whatever he wanted his her since she wouldn't be able to fight back.
'This is what happens when you are happy. Somebody will get hurt. Now Claire will die and it'll be all your fault.' A voice in Harry's mind said.
"No!" Harry said.
Two professors looked at him.
"I think that would be punishment enough, Mr. Potter." Prof. McGonagall said.
"What?" Harry was confused. What just happened? He was in some random class room with a beaten up Malfoy, an ugly Snape, and Professor McGonagal.
"You will be having detention for the next four weeks with me and Mister Malfoy, Potter." Snape spat. "And since you started the fight, you will be kicked off the quidditch team." He grinned evily.
No quidditch? No! That was what he used to keep his mind off things. "But Malfoy started it! He messed with Hedwig! Professor!" Harry looked at McGonagal with sad eyes.
"Probation." McGonagall said, and glanced at Snape. "Until your four weeks are up, Mr. Weasly will be captain."
Malfoy snorted. McGonagall turned to him and Malfoy immedietly started groaning in pain.
Harry growled. "He's faking it!" Harry smiled. Why? Because Malfoy usually faked injuries like that, but he knew that this time, he got him good.
"You think this is funny, Potter?" Snape barked. Harry immedietly looked at ugly Snape and glared.
"He-" Harry pointed to Malfoy. "-tampered with my letters and harmed by owl! I dont even know what happened to her!"
"What letters?" Snape asked.
"NONE-OF-YOUR-BUISNESS!" Harry said through clencthed teeth. Snape stared in amusment.
Before Snape could respond, McGonagall cut in with a sharp voice.
"Malfoy, you will go to the hospital wing immediatly.You will serve four weeks of detention with Potter and Professor Snape." She looked at Harry.
"Potter, you will go to the hospital wing with Malfoy-"
"But i'm fine!" Harry butted in. McGonagal shot a pissed off glare and continued.
"Tomorrow you will start detention with Malfoy and Professor Snape. And until you're four weeks are over, you will not be able to attend quidditch practices."
Harry signed angrily. "What about Hedwig?"
"We'll find her, Mister Potter. Now... Hospital wing!"
Harry growled and burst out of the office. He was pissed.
He walked over to Gyrffindor tower.
"Hey Harrry!" Someone called. Harry turned around.
It was Brian. "What do you want...?" Harry droaned.
"Awesome fight. You really kicked his ass!" Brian chirped. He was dressed up in white bed sheets. Appearenly he was a ghost for Halloween.
"Uhuh." Harry replied, clearly not wanting to have a conversation.
"Well... what happened with you and Claire?"
Harry lolled his head around and rested a hand in his neck. "Nothing."
"Really? I thought that-"
"Nothing!"
Brian's face fell. "Oh."
Harry was a little mad at himself for being so mean to Brian, but what happened next totally shook that feeling off.
"Brian...oh Brian! Ah! There you are!" A girl called.
Harry and Brian turned around and saw,
Cho Chang.
Harry practicely had a heart attack.
She walked up to Brian and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. She was wearing a pirate hat.
Cho was pretty short, and so was Brian. Wow! They're the same size!
"Oh. Hullo Harry." Cho gave a little smiled. Harry's face turned red.
Now how did a little guy like Brian get a girl like her?
Brian had a huge smile on his face. " 'Kay babe, lets go."
Harry's jaw dropped. Since when did dorky little Brian talk like that to girls?
"See ya lata, Harry." Brian said with a thick american accent. He waved.
"Bye." Cho said.
Harry just stood there in total shock.
"How...?"
Must be an american thing... Harry thought.
When Harry reached the Gyrffindor common room, he was greeted by a mob of student.
"Great fight Harry!"
"Thats was brilliant!"
"Bloody HELL!"
"You really kicked his arse!"
Harry gave a little nod and made his way up the boy's dormitories.
When he walked inside, he heard Ron's voice.
"-it was brilliant. Oh! Then, he knocked him to the ground, and Malfoy was just on the floor like a scared little pixie, just wailing! Can you believe that little...? Well anyway, good thing Harry wasn't knocked out, or i would have to back him up, you know? Yeah, all this summer, me and my best mate, we've been training without magic and-"
"Oy, Harry!" Semus called.
Ron turned around. "HARRY! THAT WAS BRILLIANT!" He roared.
Harry smiled. "I know."
x
Harry was in the dungeons with Malfoy, cleaning the cold and dirty floor with a toothbrush.
Malfoy was wiping down the cauldrons since his arm was "injured". But as soon as Snape left the room, Malfoy took of the arm brace and stretched.
They were stuck together for the next four hours.
Harry laid on the floor, fiddling with the toothbrush. He should have brought some homework with him.
Malfoy, on the other hand, was dancing about, humming a song and cleaning the cauldrons with magic.
"Hey Potter, you better start cleaning or Snape will give you double the hours." Malfoy said from across the dungeon. Someone was in a good mood.
Harry was quietly spinning the toothbrush around. "Why do you care?" Harry shot.
"Dont say i didn't warn you!" Malfoy smirked, and started singing. "All the riches baby, wont mean anything, all the riches baby, bring what your love can bring..."
Harry snorted.
Malfoy turned his head and glared. "Shut it." He turned back around and started singing softly to himself.
"If i was a rich girl, na-na-na-na-na-'SCORGIFY!' na-na-na... see i'd have all the money in the world, if i 'SCORGIFY!' was a wealthy gir-rr-rr-rrl..."
Harry stared at Malfoy, who seemed to be enjoying himself.
"You are. A nutter." Harry said simply.
"YOU KNOW WHAT POT HEAD?" Malfoy roared. "Go fuck yourself." He finished simply.
Harry snorted. He was acting really odd. Maybe it was because his all powerful father was in prison finally, and he was going a little mad trying to cope with it.
For the next hour, this continued. Harry would lay on the floor, and occasionally shift positions. Malfoy finished cleaning the cauldrons and was now dirty-ing up his rags. Now he was singing muggle rap songs.
Harry stood up. He stared a Draco, who was making up a rap about Harry.
"Potter potter, he aint got no water, he aint got no father, he so stupid no one likes him, well... except maybe that prissy little mudblood and the poor little retard..." He laughed.
"Shut up Malfoy or i'll kick your ass again!" Harry shouted.
Draco laughed. "Or really? Are you going to do it while my back is turned so you will have an advantage again? Cuz thats the best way to fight, yes, while their back is turned, very dignant."
"So are you going to mess with a defenseless owl since thats the only thing you could over power? You make me sick."
"You make me want to HURL. And besides." Draco dropped the happy act. "You have no idea why i did what i did. You should be thanking me, with your carelessness." Draco said, with utter angst lacing his voice.
Harry blinked.
"What? WHY THE HELL DID YOU MESS WITH HEDWIG?" He roared.
"I have my reasons. But i never harmed a bird." Draco spat.
"Was it for Voldemort?" Harry said, peeved. Draco flinched at the name.
"No!" He retorted.
"Liar." Harry hissed.
Draco shrugged. "Whatever. I was jusy trying to help out a friend."
Harry blinked. "I'M NOT YOUR BLOODY FRIEND!" He shouted.
Draco scoffed. "Not you, bloody priss!"
Silence from Harry.
And from Draco.
"But you dont like muggles!" Harry objected. How would he know Claire? And how would he know who he was writing too? And why would he be up at 3 in the morning checking Harry's mail?
Draco laughed a pity laugh at Harry. "Wow. You ARE stupid." He finished.
And for the rest of the night, they were silent.
But Draco was still singing.
An: Edited Version of Chapter Ten. Tell me ifi miss something, yes?