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A/N: I know it is short..I'm lazy
Chapter 4: The-hat-which-doesn't-have-a-name-yet
Draco looked at the hat, the ridiculous pointy hat which had possibly on many occasions tried to ruin his life. It was cone shaped and reached right towards the ceiling. It was black and had purple stars and hearts sweeping across it. It was utterly ridiculous; why he kept the thing, he didn't even know.
His hands began reaching for it and he barely stopped himself. No, that was too close. No, he would definitely not put it on. He wouldn't give Potter the satisfaction.
As long as he didn't put the hat on his head, he wasn't officialy thinking about Potter; sure there were those stary thoughts but those didn't count. As long as the hat stayed in its box, Potter stayed out of his mind; no more plaguing for Potty-head.
He wished to grab it and put it on his head so he could have blissful thoughts ….but he pushed away from the temptation. Once on his head, it would cause chaos—planting ideas into his head, making him obsessive over Potter.
He gulped, there wasn't enough air. He shut the box and pushed it away.
He had triumphed.
HPHPHP
Draco, Pansy, and Blaise sat on a piece of the castle grounds they had claimed as their own. As they were behind the biggest tree on the ground, they were hidden; not to mention all the spells and charms they had layered over the years to hide it from eyes.
Their eyes looked up from their respective books—or magazines—as they heard footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves and the quiet murmur of two voices—one male and the other female.
"I'm telling you 'Mione, it's true." The voice was obnoxious; and they knew by experience that the entire person was also.
The three shared a look, if Weasley , then also Granger. They were proven right when a thoughtful voice sounded, "I'm sure you are right, at least on this occasion. I've been much too focused on my studies to notice it but now that I look back on it, it is so obvious…Harry has a crush! " Why did Draco feel the need to crush this crush?
Weasely laughed. "Yea, he's so love-sick."
"Who could it be?"Granger asked.
"I know you haven't noticed the letters too. I asked a few times but he keeps changing the subject. Keeps on saying that we'll find out in time."
The brown-haired witch giggled, "I'm he's happy. He deserves it."
The three made a face as they heard sounds of lips smacking and clothes rustling. They were making out. There were whispers before the two walked away in a hurry.
Thank the Gods, thought Draco. He didn't want to be anywhere near when—at his thoughts, he shivered visibly, his disgust written on his face.
"So, Potter has a lover." Blaise said while he flipped the page of his magazine.
And with that statement Draco started down the path of becoming a madman.
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(Just like Draco is being haunted by Harry!—well, maybe not exactly like how…you get the idea)