Disclaimer: *Sigh* I don't own Harry Potter
"Potter you will get back here if you know what's good for you!"
No one could believe what they were seeing in the eighth year common room. Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, defeater of dark lords, all around greatest hero of all time, was cowering behind a helpless Trevor who croaked in indignation.
"I don't have them," Harry cried from his hiding place crouched behind Neville's toad. He turned to Pansy, Dean, Seamus, Neville, Ron, Hermione, Blaise, and the other eighth year students, patted his puckered lips with his index finger and slightly shook his head.
"Where the hell are my bloody cookies, Potter?" Draco roared as he burst into the room wand in hand.
A croak pierced the air as Harry dropped the toad and ran out of the room.
Pansy cleared her throat and pointed her finger at Harry's retreating back. "I believe he threw them away, Dray."
"I did not," Harry called over his shoulder as he raced down the stairs. "I ate them," he added before he disappeared into the rest of the castle.
"Harry James Potter," Draco screeched like a banshee and chased after him. "I want my damn cookies! If I have to replace my cookies with you I will," he paused, a stain of pink touched he cheeks as he visualized all the possibilities. "In fact," he mumbled to himself, "I'd very much like to get my hands on your cookies."
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