Cause and Effect / Chapter One

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Lacey. Eww. Honestly, who had lace handkerchiefs? Harry could think of one person who would spend money on such an unnecessary item, and as he turned the handkerchief over, his suspicions were confirmed. The initials DM were stitched into the fabric, a shimmering a metallic white. Harry stared at the despicable item, as if touching it might summon one of the few people he despised to where he was sitting. Of the finest quality, and still quite clean, considering he'd found it sitting on a patch of mud. It probably had a self cleaning charm on it, or… something.

Harry yawned, staring out blankly at the gardens and benches that dotted the area. The Hogsmeade park. It really wasn't that interesting, and was a sorry excuse for a park if he ever saw one. A few flowers that were obviously magically enhanced, and trees that were far too green for the time of year. The abundant foliage was bright and unnerving, especially since it was only September, when the trees should be shedding their leaves.

He sighed, looking around slowly, finally spotting… well, something to say the least. Not necessarily something he'd have liked to see, and it was an image that would certainly scar him for years to come. A Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, the said two seemingly attached at the lips. Ew.

Harry shivered, but grinned slowly as a brilliant idea struck him. His sixth year at Hogwarts would go off with a bang.
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It was only the third day of school, and already Harry had been plotting. Currently, he was sitting in the Great Hall waiting for the perfect time to put his plan into action. Only a few more moments, and the set time would come. The Slytherins slowly made their way to their table, 'fashionably late,' as was to be expected. Just as he saw the group settling in, he stood up, and walked towards the table, ignoring the shouts coming from his own table.

Some might call this 'plan' revenge, but Harry had been wanted to get Malfoy for something for as long as he could remember. Oh, wait. That was still revenge. Either way, it was perfect, especially in response to what happened on the train ride to Hogwarts.

The train had been nearing Hogwarts, and Harry was searching through his trunk in hopes of finding his robes.

"They're not here!" Hermione voiced her indignation on Harry's behalf, who rolled his eyes in response.

"Yes, such was already noted, Hermione," he replied in only a slightly aggravated tone.

"Why don't you just transfigure some robes for him, Hermione?" Ron put forth his own suggestion, one he had been repeating for quite some time now.

"Because, Ron," Hermione started in an exasperated tone, but was cut off when the door to their compartment was slid open quite forcefully.

"Ah, Potter can't find his robes? Ah, well, I'm sure Ron can lend you some – perhaps those ghastly dress robes he'd worn to the Yule Ball." Draco sneered, and shuddered, as if the memory of Ron's robes brought back memories. "Or, I'm sure he'll find some rags you can borrow for the time being." Another smirk accompanied the boy's words as she shut the door, hitting Harry's finger as he'd been about to attack Malfoy quite viciously. Harry snarled a reply, one that was formulated with more swear words then anything else.

"Bloody git," Ron muttered, looking away.

Harry sighed, and opened his trunk, about to try an accio charm when the train came to a halting stop, spilling the contents everywhere. His robes fell out, wrapped in his invisibility cloak. "Oh, yeah, I forgot I put them there," Harry muttered sheepishly, but not before he received a glare from both Hermione and Ron, one that would give Snape some competition. Harry shivered.

Harry grinned, approaching Draco quickly, walking slowly, making sure everyone in the Slytherin house would notice him. When he found the other boy, who was currently immersed in a discussion with Blaise and Pansy, he paused a moment for the effect, eyes lingering on his target. He stood behind Draco, wrapping his arms around the other boy, enjoying the strange looks shot his way. "Miss me, love?" he inquired. Draco said nothing, at a loss of words. "Mm, thought so. And say, you forgot this." Harry pulled out the handkerchief, and handed it to the other boy. "My thanks," he murmured before exiting the Great Hall.