POTTER (a Drarry Fanfic)

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Harry stared down at his now cold dinner. The Great Hall was packed with students murmuring in low whispers, chatting about the events that occured that day. Somehow Harry, yet again, managed to get countless points off his own house in a single afternoon.

That is, of course, not his fault. He was simply answering a question from that awful creature (also known as Dolores Umbridge), she deducted points from the Gryffindor house and gave him another week worth of detention. "Students must raise their hands when answering," She reasoned.

Most of his fellow Gryffindors are giving him glares that would send you jumping off the Astronomy Tower, it was enough excuse for Harry to keep his head low. Others are more gentle though, they would just give him looks of sympathy and turn away immediately.

He could feel Hermione and Ron's concerned glances from beside him but he still dared not to look at them. Finally, Hermione plucked up the courage to be the first one to speak ever since they got there.

"It's not your fault, Harry." She started, Harry gave her a look of disapproval but she just waved him off. "We all know that she's evil, well— maybe more than that. And of all people, you should be the one to know not to mess with her. Let's just keep our heads low for the moment, since we don't have Dumbledore by our side this time." She said wisely. Harry let her words sink in and nodded unwillingly. He knows that Hermione is always right, and when she isn't— she still is.

There have been countless chances wherein Harry would have the urge to simply hex the toad-like woman and not regret walking away from it, but of course, Hermione Granger was always more collected than her two best friends and would get them out of trouble with her best effort.

"I just don't understand why they don't believe me. She's from the ministry for Merlin's sake, Voldemort is back and they were supposed to be alarmed by this." Harry said as he ignored Ron's involuntary shudder when he mentioned the Dark Lord's name. "Shouldn't she be alerting them or something?" He looked at Hermione as if she have got all the answers in the world.

"Look, Harry," she sighed. "We can't talk about this out here in the open, we're going to have to start teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts sooner or later. It's hopeless if we wait for someone else to teach us how to defend ourselves."

"Alright, I'm sure we could find a way to teach defense against the dark arts without any of the professors noticing." Harry snapped sarcastically, of course it wasn't intentional, the anxiety and the weight of the situation were just piling up on his shoulders. Not to mention that there's a noseless madman who constantly wanted him dead beneath his feet—no big deal, really.

Hermione understood where the attitude was coming from so she tried her best to control her temper. "Don't be like that, I'm sure we'll find something... or somewhere for that matter. We don't have to do it in the presence of a teacher of course, that would be stupid." She voiced, reassuringly. Harry pressed his lips on a thin line and nodded once more.

"Just let us hex her for Merlin's sake! No one has to know." The ginger haired one exasperatedly said and messily shoved a forkful of roasted chicken in his mouth, Hermione inched further away and gave him a disapproving look.

"No you can't, Ronald. As if I'd actually let you both, and don't even think about going behind my back because I swear, Harry," she glared at Harry who was talking to Ron with his eyes, the boy innocently raised both eyebrows at her, "You two would be in much of a trouble than what that woman could possibly pull, do you understand?" She asked, sternly.

Both boys nodded quickly and went back to their dinner. She swore she heard a mumble of "I wish I don't" but she dismissed it as she felt her stomach grumble in hunger.