Chapter 05 :

The following weeks, Ronald could only pointlessly watch his best friend get up in the middle of the night and disappear in the darkness to join Nott, wherever the bastard was. And as he laid here under his blanket, worrying about the safety of his brother in all but blood, Ron contemplated the unfairness of Life. His best friend, his Harry was out there, happily gallivanting with another while he was stuck in bed impatiently counting the seconds until his return.

The red haired teenager couldn't help it : he was envious. Never before had Harry had another friend outside of Hermione and the Weasleys... Never before had Harry left him behind to go adventuring without him... Ronald was bitter at how lonely he felt. He knew that Harry had the right to see other people, be they Slytherins or Dark Lords in training. He knew ! But... he couldn't accept it, especially if it was with Nott.

This is what made him get up one night, just after Harry left the dormitory... What made him put on his less squeaky shoes and his darkest coat to follow after the young Potter. It wasn't really a good thing : as a man he was supposed to trust and support Harry, to leave him his freedom, but... as his best friend he was curious, he had to know what these two did when no one was looking. What did they talk about ? Did they laugh together ? Was Nott corrupting his sweet and innocent Harry ? Was... was Nott a better friend than him ? Ron needed to know, this mystery was eating him inside out. And, though he would never admit it, he also wanted to ruin their fun. Just a little. To get back at Harry for being happy without him.

Theodore Nott was stalking in the dark corridors, greedily munching on a cinnamon roll without seeming to know about the young Malfoy following him.

As usual, Draco Malfoy was not having a good night. And as usual, it was because of this damned Nott and his fucking smiles.

Nott was so happy lately that, not only the first year, even the second and third years -and a very distraugh slytherin Head Boy- came to him every night because of nightmares and insomnia ! Draco was the so called Prince of Slytherin, it was his duty to be there for the Slytherin House, ready to settle every problem. But he couldn't keep up ! He too needed to sleep, dammit ! The rings under his beautiful eyes were becoming darker and more hollow with each passing day... He, the gorgeous and wonderful Draco Malfoy, was becoming a fucking panda... It couldn't go on like this, he wouldn't stand for it !

Lost in his internal rage, the young Malfoy didn't notice Theodore disappearing in a corner. It's only after a long diatribe in his head, about what he would do to Nott and Potter once he caught them, that he noted the absence of his prey.

"Shit- !" He started.

"-I lost him !" Finished a voice for him.

Jumping in fright at the sudden noise, the blond turned around and discovered a Ronald Weasley in front of him.

"Weasley" he grunted with disgust, "to what do I owe the displeasure ?"

"Malfoy" yowled the other teen as his red hair bristled, "what the hell are you doing here ?"

The two boys scornfully stared at each other, their right hands threateningly hovering near their wands. After what seemed to be an eternity, the young Weasley relented regretfully :

"Malfoy" he spat belligerently before mellowing down, "have you seen Harry ? I lost him and I can't find him anywhere..."

Draco made a face, he knew perfectly that Potter was probably with Nott. Still, he answered with irony and disdain :

"Aw~ Little Weasel lost his Potty ? Are you sure he isn't avoiding you ? I know I would if you were following me like a stalker..."

Ronald bit down the urge to punch the smirking Slytherin in the nose and turned around, leaving without a word. The blond huffed and went the opposite way, giving up on finding his best friend for the moment.

As the corridor became empty, green eyes shined in mirth behind a tapestry.

"I can't believe they didn't find us" giggled Harry Potter in his cinnamon roll. "We were just beside them !"

"Humph ! It shows that they need to be better aware of their surrounding." Answered Theordore Nott huddled against him. "They would make very rubbish assassins."

Changed the synopsis. I somehow can't find one I'm satisfied with...

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