A/N: So, yes. I know that this is a VERY short chapter. But, it's as much as my writer's block will allow right now, so we'll just have to make do!
ENJOY!! Oh, and, as always…. PLEASE REVIEW!! It really does help fight away the writer's block!!
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Draco,
I don't know how you can stick up for Snape anymore. The stupid git paired me with Crabbe, how could he not expect something to explode?
Yet, here I am, the only one with detention. For six hours. Tonight.
And you can stop laughing at me. This means we can't meet at the lake tonight.
I do hope that you'll miss me.
Harry
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Ron Weasley sat in the dormitory alone. As much as he would prefer to be in the Common Room, Hermione was down there, and she was in a very serious study mode. Ron didn't think he would be able to escape it, and it seemed to be the safest to just stay hidden away. He didn't think that he would be able to distract Hermione out of studying this time.
The memories that came into Ron's mind caused his ears to turn pink.
A sharp tapping noise at the window broke into Ron's thoughts. He looked over, and saw a owl hovering outside. Something about it looked familiar, but Ron couldn't put his finger on it.
He got up and opened the window. Untying the letter from the owl's foot, he looked for a name on the outside, but he couldn't find one. He opened it up, an unfamiliar handwriting meeting his eyes.
Harry,
Actually, there are many ways that I could stick up for Snape, but I won't bring them up. I'll save them for a different argument.
It's almost seven now, so I'm figuring that you are already in the Dungeons. I just wanted to send this now so that you would have something to cheer you up when you get back. Or, at least, something to stop you from murdering Snape.
Of course I'll miss you tonight. Instead of getting to snog you, I have to deal with Pansy.
Why do I feel as if you got the better end of the deal?
Draco
Ron felt the letter slip out of his hands. For one incredibly long moment, he felt as though he heart would never start beating again.
At least he would have something to make Hermione stop studying right now.
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Harry was not in a good mood. It was almost eleven, and he was covered in the contents that he had been scraping out of the bottom of cauldrons. Harry didn't have any idea what it even was. He just wanted to go back the dormitory, lay down and do to sleep.
However, when he entered the Common Room, he realized that that was not going to happen.
Ron and Hermione were sitting together on the couch, watching him enter with a mixed look of shock and uneasiness.
"Hi guys," he said slowly, walking towards them. What was this about?
Ron glanced at Hermione, before silently holding up a piece of parchment.
It didn't take Harry long to figure out what it was. He swallowed, and shrugged.
"So?" He said quietly.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"What do you mean, so?" She said shrilly. "Harry, how could you not tell us about this?"
Harry shrugged again, but he could feel the anger rising up in him. Who were they to judge him for this?
"Harry," Ron said slowly, as though he was explaining something to a small child, "this is Draco Malfoy."
"Yes, Ron, I know that," Harry said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Then what are you doing?"
Harry had to hand it to Ron; he actually looked confused.
"Why don't you try telling me what you and Hermione really have been doing this last couple nights," he said shortly, glaring at the pair on the couch, "and then maybe I'll think about telling you what I've been doing."
He turned on his heel and hurried upstairs before either of them could stop him.
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Draco,
We are screwed.
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A/N: Oh, and I just wanted to give a shout out to Lady Ichabod!! She gets the prize for the best review!!
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