Bold—Fred
Italic—George
Bold and Italic—Fred and George
Harry's POV:
"WAKE UP!!!!! WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!" Draco hollered. He jumped from his bed to Blaise's bed to Theo's bed to my bed. It made my mattress sink.
"DRACO! WHAT THE HECK!!!" Theo yelled, pulling his blanket over his fuzzy dolphin pyjama's. Long story short, Theo hated people noticing his p.j.'s. Draco shrugged and started continuously jumping on his bed while making annoyingly loud bell sounds. I groaned and threw my shoes at him which only made him even more bonkers.
"That's what mother was talking to me about when she said that you were just as crazy as she was." I muttered, snuggling under my blankets again. Draco blew a raspberry and started pulling on my clothes,
"Wake up you guys," he whined. There was a momentarily silence and me, Theo and Blaise braced ourselves for the worst. And we were right to do so, because half a second later, Draco let out a ear splitting scream that made half of the Slytherin boys come inside our dorm in a hurry.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Adrien Pucey, a older Slytherin boy on the Quidditch team asked, glancing around the room. The others nodded. I rolled my eyes and pointed at Draco,
"Hint: Malfoy, drama queen." Adrien grinned and looked up at the still jumping Draco who was now singing the Hogwarts song off-key and slowly,
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggie Wartie Hogwarts..." then, he fell. Literally. Onto my bed. Onto me. He made a 'of' sound and started laughing again. The people at the door started at him in shock,
"You know Draco, just because half of your family is in Azkaban and is crazy, doesn't mean you have to bring that presence into this dorm at 5:00a.m., people are trying to sleep, you know." Pansy said crossly. Draco shrugged and flicked his wand at her. She was thrown out of the door.
"HA!" Marcus Flint, the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, frowned at him and looked at Pansy, who was swearing at the wall.
"Does everyone agree that Draco Lucius Malfoy is mental?" He asked out loud. Everyone nodded, and everyone turned to Draco, who found had found a comfortable spot on my blanket and curled up and fell asleep again.
"He's like a baby." Daphine gushed, the girls all agreed with her and went to pat Draco and make cooing noises at him, "Who's a good boy? You are! Yes you are..." while the boys slapped their foreheads and managed to pull me out of the sea of girls surrounding my bed,
"How do you manage to be alive?" They all asked me, the true answer was, I don't know, guess I'm weird then.
Third Person View:
The three Slytherins walked down the Great Hall with evenly strides, blank, yet cold, expressions on their faces. This was the rule for Slytherins, never show emotion. Pansy, Draco and Harry had gotten pretty used to it, so it was easy for them.
Harry was walking exactly one centimetre in front of Draco and Pansy, his eyes darting around to inspect the room again. It was 7:30 a.m. now, and most students were awake, and to Harry's shock, that included Bentley Potter.
Although,, Harry thought to himself, It doesn't really count because he's sleeping on his seat.
Harry sat down in his usual seat at the Slytherin's table and started cutting his bread into eatable pieces. He stared at Draco, who had begun to stuff food in his mouth already.
"Seriously?" He asked. Draco looked up at him and shrugged, his mouth full of bacon and eggs. Harry rolled his eyes and took a bite out of his fried egg when, suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulders. He turned around and quickly stuck his leg out. The person behind him let out an 'ouch' and started rubbing his stomach. Except, It wasn't just one person, it was two identical twins.
"Wha—The Weasley Twins?!" Two identical faces winked at him.
"You are correct—"
"We are Gred—"
"And Forge—"
"That's us!" They smirked at Harry's flabbergasted expression and put an arm around his shoulder.
"We have just heard from a, uh, reputable source—"
"That you hate—"
"Who we hate!" Harry smirked,
"And who might that be?" The twins shared mischievous looks,
"Oh, you know—"
"The boy who everyone adores—"
"That comes to our house and brags about himself—"
"The boy-who-lived." Harry burst out laughing as they spat those words out like they were poison,
"Honestly, you two should've been put in Slytherin, you guys are evil, literally." The twins sighed,
"Yeah, we know. The sorting hat told us that we were in Slytherin, but we begged it to put us in Gryffindor, or else we'd get thousands of howlers." Fred said. Harry nodded understandingly. The Weasley's were one of the most purest light families in all of Britain, it was uncanny if any Weasley was in Slytherin.
"Well, we were just thinking, that whenever you need help, then tell us and we'll come right away."
"That is, if it includes prancing Bentley Potter, then, yes."
"That'll be all, we bid you a good day." Then they smirked and walked off, talking about Fanged Frisbees of any sort.
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Sweet poison
FanfictionHarry James Potter, the secret child no one has ever known about, was thrown into Azkanban for his precious brothers 'saftey' since he was a 'dangerous pychopath child' that was descended from the Lestranges. Obviously that wasn't true; but it stuck...
