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Just A Prank? 2
Draco was still picking his omelet with his fork innocently when he felt tears well up in his eyes. What was wrong with Harry? Did it really feel this bad to love him? He had no idea.
Ron noticed Draco's blank tears. "Hey Harry, look, this is the third time he's crying today. Wanna get into action?" he nudged his mate in the ribs playfully to get the golden boy's attention.
Harry whipped his head round to look at Draco and smirked. Draco was on the verge of breaking down now, and no one would help him. Definitely not Harry. If this was true love, Harry would come around to Draco's table regardless of the rules. He would come up from behind and wrap his arms around him, be comforting him. Kissing Draco's soft beautiful hair and whispering sweet and loving words in his ear. But no.
Harry wanted Draco to suffer. No, he needed Draco to suffer. He saw as Draco slowly lifted up his eyes to look at Harry, but tore his gaze away in an instant as his tears doubled in amount. No, tripled, as Harry met him with a cold look.
Draco shook his head, whipped the tears away with his sleeve and hurried out of the great hall as far away from Harry as possible. Ron and Harry started laughing their asses off.
"Wow, Malfoy is such a sissy about it. Why does he not understand this?"
"What?"
"That you are faking it all. What's up with him?"
"He's just dumb. Come on, you had to know this by now!"
"Yeah, right. Bet you can't wait to drop the bomb, can you" Ron asked excitedly, rubbing his hands in anticipation.
Hermione looked at the two gloomily. Tears of her own slipping down her face. Her best friend and boyfriend were planning to do something cruel to an already scarred and tortured person, attempting to give him a taste of his own medicine. Little did they understand that by doing that, they would be no better than any other death eater, or at least Draco himself.
But the two boys refused to even listen to Hermione's explanations and suggestions, always waving her off and promising to make it up to her later. She felt pity for Draco, even after all he said and did to her and her friends.
But this was just over the top. Too cruel and heartless. She had to warn Draco. "Excuse me, sorry, I… need to go do something.." she muttered, stepping over the bench and preparing to leave after the Slytherin.
Ron reached back and grabbed her by the robe, pulling her back and wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning his head on her left hip. "Where you goin' sweetie? Did we do something wrong?" he cooed.
"No. Just going to tell Draco all about your horrible plan. He doesn't deserve this!" She hissed, slapping Ron away and running out of the hall as fast as she could, the heavy door slowing her down on her way out.
Ron and Harry shot a fearful look at each other and hope off the bench, running after her, trying to catch up. The whole darn hall was staring at them, and then at the door after the three left.
"''Mione! Oh no, you don't!" Ron and Harry yelled, running after Hermione, whom he witnessed turn the corner to the Slytherin common room.
Harry quickly took out the Marauder's map, checking where Draco was. He wasn't in the Slytherin common room, but he was close. He was in a corridor, pacing the hall. Ron's and Harry's hearts settled with relief.
The two paused for a second to regain their breath. Even being a smaller girl than the two of them, she was faster and more confusing, so they already lost sight of her.
"Harry, go get Draco and tell him now. We can't wait longer. I'll go get 'Mione and hold her back. She can't ruin this for us!"
"Yeah, go ahead. Bye." Harry turned on his heels and sped up and down the hallways, chasing after his victim. He turned the final corner, and there was Draco. Lonely and confused, Pacing back and forth down the dark hallway. It had no windows, and the lights were dim.
"Harry?…" he whispered weakly, delighted to finally see his boyfriend. Or so he thought.
"Hey, Malfoy. Need to tell you something. Wanna laugh?"
Chills ran down Draco's spine. The one person he loved with all his heart just him with the 'surname' he hasn't used in a long long while. "Well… I ugh… have something to talk to you about as well."
Harry checked the map to see where Ron and Hermione were. Hermione was in a classroom, apparently locked by Ron who was standing on the outside of the door, as Hermione paced the room.
"Fine, you go first. Priss." Harry breathed, angrily approaching Draco. The boy backed away into the wall, Harry pressing against him chest to chest, kissing his forehead softly but coldly. Draco was hurt and confused now.
"Well, okay… Just, what exactly is wrong with you? Why are you so mean to me all of a sudden? What happened? Am I doing something wrong?…" He asked sweetly, retying Harry's messily knotted Gryffindor tie.
Harry took a few seconds to think, nodding slowly. "Well, in fact, you did. And it's more than one thing that makes me hate you for this."
"For what? What did I ever do?"
"Well, let's see. You used to threaten me and people close to me. You attempted to kill me. You killed Dumbledore. You followed the person that killed my parents. You proved yourself strong, while always running away like a little scram dog with its tail pressed to its side. Is that a reason enough to hate you?"
"I don't deny. But… if you really hate me this bad, why would you love me?"
"Well, you see… What you're saying makes perfect sense."
"Hugh?… wait, what? Maybe it does to you, but for me, not everything clicks together. Can you just tell me what's going on? For the past month or so that we have been together, you've changed. You've changed a lot. Just tell me straight to the face." Draco looked Harry right in the eyes, hope and beg reflecting in them.
"Okay. Well, the thing is, I don't actually love you. I never did, even from the start, I didn't. Not the slightest bit. Well? Does anything click in you yet, or do you want me to repeat?"
"Yes…" Draco begged, not noticing how his cheeks got wet with streaming tears and his lip was trembling badly.
"Okay, I can say it as many times as you want me to, and as many times as I want to say it myself. And trust me, that will be a lot of times. I hate you. Every single little bit of you. This was all a prank. A setup, and really nothing more. A game I played on you. Well, how do you like this? Hugh? Do you now know how your venomous apple tastes? Well, I'll make sure you swallow it all!"
A fist crashed into Draco's stomach, making Draco fall to his knees before Harry. He was crying hysterically now, his sobs and screams echoing through the hall. He heard footsteps. They came closer and closer. Finally. "Help! Anyone, Help… please…" he whined, falling down on the ground, smacking the floor with his fist.
"No one will help you now." Ron's evil voice came from the source of the footsteps, and he came over and stood by Harry, both boys feeling pleased and proud.
"He's pathetic, isn't he?" Harry nudged Ron, pointing at the hysterical man on the floor, chuckling at the dramatic scene before him.
"Yeah. Fascinating, isn't it?"
"Amazing. I never thought that revenge can be so sweet. So relieving."
"Mhmm."
"Anyways, where is 'Mione?…"
Ron turned Harry to the right by the shoulder. "Wait for it… can you hear her?" He said quietly, trying to listen over Draco's crying.
hurried footsteps were heard rushing through the hall. Then, Hermione finally appeared at the corner, hand clasped over her mouth. Her eyes wide with horror as she witnessed the scene before her.
Draco was collapsed on the floor, wishing to die more than anything, curled up in a tight ball, crying his torn soul out. Her boyfriend and best friend were standing by his side, arms crossed over their chests, evil smirks on their faces. Smirks of victory and power.
"Shit…" she breathed, hurrying over to Draco's side. She stood by him for a few moments, thinking whether he is actually worth helping. Of course, he was. Draco or not, he was a mentally and physically broken human.
"good luck with that bitch honey…" Ron said proudly, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders, as the two walked off together, laughing.
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Well? How'd you like this chapter, Hugh? Is this the action you guys wanted? ^-^ Just saying, I know it's stupid, but I cried as I wrote this chapter. May I get another sweet comment? *puppy eyes*
btw, here's another devastating fact from my life- This year I am in grade 7. I joined my first school, which is the school I am currently at, (ATscholen or ISH. I know this is too much personal information, but like, what are the risks? It's not like anyone notices me even when I'm normal and plain… T_T)
But yeah. I joined the school in grade 2, and in grade 5 I finally found three good friends that wouldn't be coming up to me and saying shit like, "you're not my friend anymore. I found someone better than you" and tomorrow "sorry, never mind, I love you bestie!"
The three friends are-
Sofiia: A sweet, jealous, independent, cute, cooperative and funny Ukrainian girl. (I'm Russian, and we speak Russian to each other so yea, that kind of makes her my bestie)
Neele: A loyal, trusty, smart, gorgeous, and hyper German girl, that never left mine or Matilde's side.
Matilde: A shy, attractive, fit, advising and trusty Danish girl that always stuck with me, Sofiia and Neele, all of us being a four for two years. Never leaving each other's side.
But this last year, a sweet girl from Australia called Inez came to our school for a tryout day, and this year ended up in our class. Neele and Matilde went crazy and overprotective with her, trying to be her heroes, showing her around the school and all that stuff.
I didn't mind that our group of four turned into a group of five. Surprisingly, I didn't feel jealous like I always do. Inez really is a sweet person. But now Neele started full on ignoring Sofiia and pushing me away.
I felt hurt and replaced. If I said one thing wrong about Inez, for example, "Yeah, that water bottle is cool. Although, to my personal opinion, the color is a little too bright." (FYI, I am not that fuzzy unicorn rainbow type of person. More dark.)
Neele would be all protective and aggressive like, "How dare you? I think that color is beautiful! Outrageous!" she would press Inez close to her heart into a hug like she used to do with me. She didn't do it this year though. (What she always does every time we meet again for a new school year.) She would physically push me away and start fussing over Inez as if I just cut her guts out in front of Neele or something. Matilde would do the same.
They were saying it in a kind of joke tone and playing around and all tats tuf,, but still, it really hurt. So one day I decided to come up to her and ask her straight to the face. I took Sofiia b the hand, looked Neele in the eye, and asked.
"Did you and Matilde replace me and Sofiia with Inez?"
She didn't say anything. But gave that shrug and a nod, and that facial expression like, 'yeah, something like that.'
I simply nodded and dragged Sofiia through the hallway to our classroom for another boring lesson of French.
Sofiia, after losing Neele and Matilde, decided to get more independent. She left me. She started ditching me. She started being rude. Selfish. Inconsiderate. She started making new friends. Personally, I don't mind. It's good to broaden your horizons. But now I'm all alone. Not so long ago I posted the new chapter of this story, in the author's note mentioning- "Literally yesterday I came out to the rest of my friends that I like boys and girls. They turned their backs on me."
Well, Neele and Matilde were one of those people. I'm glad Sofiia isn't…
Yet…
