Harry woke up with a start, falling out of his bed with a loud thud. The room around him was pitch black and silent, except from the occasional snuffle from the occupants. His vision disoriented and bleary, Harry slid back into his bed, sitting up this time. There was no point in going back to sleep now; he was wide awake and couldn't bear the thought of immersing himself in another disturbed sleep. Slipping his glasses back on and pulling on a random sweater from his trunk over his head, Harry crept out of the common room, and into the desolate hallway.
It was peaceful, being alone again, without the businesses of the burrow, and only being able to hear his own thoughts and the gentle breeze rattling the windows. The moon was hidden by a curtain of clouds, and it's opalescent glow shone through the open windows. The whole thing was so ethereal and dreamlike, and Harry could feel his consciousness slowly slipping away from him. He should really go back to bed-
"Potter? What on earth are you doing up so late?" Harry could distinctly make out Malfoy's figure sat on the ledge of a large window, his silvery grey eyes contrasting starkly with the surrounding darkness.
Harry quickly recovered from his initial shock.
"I could say the same for you, Malfoy. I thought that the infamous mommy's boy would be afraid of the dark." He could practically sense Malfoy's dramatic eye roll.
"At least-
Harry could tell Malfoy had heard the vague sound of muttering coming from the bottom of the large staircase.
"Filch." malfoy mumbled, and without warning, he had grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him behind the nearest wall. Mrs Norris strolled along the hallway, her scraggly tail waving in the air in a lord-like manner.
She was closely followed by Filch, who's eyes darted around suspiciously.
"No students here, Mrs Norris." For a moment, the cat stared right at the wall they were hidden behind with her lamp-like eyes, but nevertheless streaked further down the hall, trailing behind Filch. Harry despised the fact that, if he hadn't been rescued by his worst enemy, he would probably be sitting in Filch's office.
"Must you be so loud Potter? You almost got me caught, you moron." Malfoy edged away from Harry the moment Filch had disappeared down the hallway, glaring at him with a look of obvious disgust .
You'd think the war would've humbled him, but Harry's expectations were obviously too high.
"You're so pathetic Malfoy. Just admit you were scared." The blond merely yawned and rolled his shoulders, displaying god-like back muscles. Does he always have to show off?
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Potter. I don't really care." Seemingly deeming the conversation he was having boring, Malfoy made to leave.
"And for the record Potter, I don't get scared. Sweet dreams, jackass." And with that, he disappeared down the hallway, leaving Harry feeling annoyed.
God, how he hated Malfoy.
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A ray of sunlight streamed into the common room, causing Harry to groan. His head was ringing, and every inch of his body ached. He could already tell today was going to be shitty. Once he was dressed, he bolted out of the room, not wanting to interact with other humans at the ass crack of dawn. Entering the great hall, Harry could instantly spot Hermione, who had a book open on her lap. Sliding into the seat next to her, he started piling toast on his plate.
"I feel like shit." he grumbled.
"Language Harry." stated Hermione, though she still had her eyes glued to the page in front of her.
Harry rolled his eyes, turning to observe the rest of the griffindor table. Ron had been ignoring them since the argument at the burrow, despite the fact Ginny seemed perfectly content with being Harry's friend, and had been spending her time with Luna instead. Shifting his gaze to the Slytherin table, Harry noticed that there wasn't many of them. Well I suppose not, he thought, taking a bite of his toast. A lot of their parents were death eaters. But so were Malfoy's...
"Hello? Harry James Potter, listen to me when I'm talking to you!" Hermione jabbed him in the shoulder with her fork, causing him to swear loudly.
"What was that for?!"
"I was asking you what classes you thought we had today, you halfwit. Now, while you were probably daydreaming about Malfoy-
"Ew no-
"-our timetables came. Lessons start tomorrow." Hermione carefully placed her book into her bag, eyeing Harry suspiciously.
"What?" he mumbled exasperatedly.
"Well, I was just wondering, why did you break up with Ginny? I really thought you liked her." Harry's face flushed bright red.
"Where did that come from?" he asked, more harsh than he had intended.
"Kindly refrain from biting my head off, Harry, I was only asking a question. Would you care to answer?"
"I just... kinda fell out of love. She's an amazing person, but I don't feel anything for her anymore." Hermione nodded thoughtfully, stealing a glance to the slytherin table. Interesting...
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Question: Do you guys like Pansmione? Or Ronmione?
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FanfictionDISCLAIMER: I kind of don't like this fic, so read at your own risk 😭 --------- Harry Potter was a saint - or at least that's what it looked like. Nothing he did was ever remotely wrong or laced with bad intentions. Everyone said it, the image of p...
