The Young and the Restless

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Author: NurseDarry ( on ao3 )


Nothing. They'd heard nothing of Voldemort since the death of Sirius, the imprisonment of Lucius Malfoy, and the return of the students to school in the autumn. People were tense; their moods mercurial. They knew it was only a matter of time before the battle was brought to them.

They were starting to take chances. Odds that would normally have been considered overwhelming were being ignored in a desperate attempt to find success in any endeavour, no matter what the nature. No one knew how much time they had left for the business of growing up as traditional Hogwarts students, and few were willing to wait around to find out. It made for interesting viewing in the corridors and for distracting gossip in the Great Hall.


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Both arriving late to class after a heated round of insults following lunch, Harry had been forced to sit with Malfoy in their next class. Harry was pleased to get a seat at the back — it was a good place to doze in History of Magic — but with Malfoy sitting right next to him, he knew he'd never be allowed to, not with the other boy's feet and elbows close enough to kick and poke him awake whenever he might drift off. And he was sure that Malfoy would not hesitate to make him as uncomfortable as possible.

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Seeing as how Harry wasn't going to be able to get any sleep, he resorted to glowering and doodling on the sheet of parchment in front of him. He carried on with this, trying his hardest to ignore Malfoy's presence beside him for the first twenty minutes of class.

Just as Harry thought it might be safe to shut his eyes for a few moments, the parchment was yanked away. Malfoy wrote something on it and thrust it back toward Harry.

Stop that. It's distracting.

Harry read the message and looked over at Malfoy, whose attention was still fixed on the front of the class. Git, Harry thought. He dipped his pen into his inkwell.

I don't give a toss.

He pushed the parchment across to the other side of the desk. Malfoy took it, glanced down and wrote again.

God, I want to kill you.

The parchment was passed over and back several times between the two boys:

Tell me something I don't know.

Screw you.

You want to screw me?! That IS something I didn't know. Before or after you kill me?

Before, of course.

Really? I figured you'd be the type that would go for corpses.

Disgusting.

Exactly my point.

Malfoy took some time to consider his next comment, so long that Harry thought the conversation was over. He was just folding his arms on the table with the intention of laying his head on them when Malfoy passed the parchment back.

If you were dead, and I was screwing you, you wouldn't be able to put your hands all over me.

Harry's eyes went very wide and he couldn't stop himself from looking over at Malfoy. The other boy steadfastly refused to meet his gaze, his expression unreadable. Harry took quill in hand and hurriedly wrote out a response.

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