A/N: yeah, so after practically ten years of not updating, I finally come back to life! Among my stories, this is by far my favorite. Enough of my babbling, and let's get back to the story!
It started out a very fine day. The birds were chirping, The sun was smiling and all that shit. Even the people were annoyingly happy. So annoyingly happy, in fact, that they decided to make other not-so-annoyingly-happy people unhappier.
Take Draco Malfoy for example. He was happy. Happy doesn't even remotely describe what he was feeling in the least. Now, don't go all berserk and weird on me people. Even people who wallow in sadistic pleasures can be happy. Cannot effing believe I just said that.
Anyway, when Draco Malfoy was happy, everyone else in the Slytherin house was happy. And when everyone in the Slytherien house was happy, everyone in the Gryffindor house was miserable. When everyone in the Gryffindor house is miserable, the other houses dock and run for safety, or more importantly, their sanity. Which was, sad to say, slowly deteriorating.
So why exactly is this particular Slytherin sadistically happy?
Harry Potter was injured. Which in Slytherin talk means 'HARRY POTTER IS INJURED! THE QUIDDITCH CUP IS OURS! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
How exactly does this involve the whole student population of Hogwarts? Ron and Hermione are livid. Actually, Ron was angry, Hermione was just plain livid. Hear those constant screams in the background? Yep, that was her.
"What do you mean 'it was intentional'," Hermione all but screamed. "Draco I-take-sadistic-pleasures-in-seeing-other-people-miserable Malfoy bloody injured you? Just wait till I get my hands on the bloody git...I'll personally make sure he won't be able to reproduce…grrr"
Harry gulped. Can't really blame him actually. When your best friend starts ranting about injuring other guys' private parts, and you're a guy yourself, you'd go a little berserk too. Who knows when she starts getting impatient and starts using you as a practicing bag. He wants little Harrys running around sometime in the future thank you very much.
It all happened during Quidditch practice, when Slytherins and Gryffindors were practicing together, the Slytherins showing up unexpectedly with written consent from Snape.
Draco had apparently, accidentally kicked Harry's broom thus knocking him off balance, which explains the whole hospital wing scenario. And Hermione's deafening screams.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, each wearing identical looks of worry at Hermione's expense. Among the three, Hermione was the one being constantly picked on by Malfoy, on account of her apparently bearing dirty blood, to put it lightly. Needless to say, Hermione's rants and screams were understandable. Hermione hates Malfoy, Malfoy hates Hermione. It was a win-win, or lose-lose, depending on which way you look at it, situation. It was that simple.
But of course, it was that time of year when old sayings and clichés come back to haunt you, and the cliché of the week is….
The more you hate the more you love.
Yea, so I didn't keep my promise…It's just so damn tiring! I'll write short but many chapters. At least I intend to…