Ex-Friends || A Drarry Story

Three: Ten

Percy Weasley remained holed up in his dormitory for a week straight. None of the Weasleys or Harry saw him at all, just Oliver Wood running to all of Percy's N.E.W.T professors to get his course work, and making sure to grab an extra plate at every meal for him.

Harry felt awful for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that he had never seen Percy cry before, or seen him get that angry. No, he was furious with Fred and George, even though they were adament that they had nothing to do with the rumor. Harry believed them, even if Ginny did not. Ron spent the week acting jumpy every time someone even hissed Percy's name, along with a word Uncle Vernon loved to use; Faggot.

Oliver glared at anyone who whispered about Percy in his earshot and, once news spread to the other houses that Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood was dating Percy the Big-Head Boy, Harry was surprised even Oliver managed to leave his dorm every day. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs whispered behind their hands, looking away when any Gryffindors eyes turned to them. The Slytherins, however, went right up to Oliver Wood and the Weasley twins, saying horrible things. Even Draco Malfoy wanted in on the fun.

"Theo," he said loudly in Potions. His friend jumped, and Harry could see that he seemed ill, like he hadn't been eating or sleeping much. Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson looked at the blonde, eyes narrowed. "Can you believe it? Gryffindor House is practically a breeding ground for---"

"For what, Malfoy?" Ron growled, gripping his quill so tightly that Harry wondered if it was going to break. "Say it."

The blonde let out a nasty laugh, and Zabini looked as if he was going to punch him. "Don't say anything, Draco. You know---"

"Know what?" Draco sneered. "That Gryffindor seems to have faggots---"

Ron jumped across the space dividing the two houses, grabbing Malfoy by the front of his robes. Snape was pulling his wand very slowly from his robes as the two rolled on the ground, fighting to get on top of the other. Ron succeeded, grabbing the front of Draco's robes in one hand, the other balled into a fist. Harry rushed forward to grab Ron before he did anything rash, but none of the Slytherins came to Malfoy's aide, not even his friends.

"Don't talk about my brother like that!" Ron yelled, rearing his fist back, punching Malfoy so hard that Harry heard him grunt. Having five older brothers gave Ron leverage. As much as Draco struggled beneath him, he couldn't get Ron off of him. "Do you hear me?!"

Hermione was looking frantically at Snape, who seemed bored. "Um, Professor?"

"Three days detention, Weasley," he droned, wavinf his wand. An invisible barrier seemed to form in between Ron and Draco, who was now spitting blood onto his palm. "Draco, go wash up. Nott, escort him."

Theodore Nott nodded, walking with Draco out of the silent dungeon, eyes glued to the floor. He didn't open his mouth until they made it to the nearest washroom. "Draco, did you spread that rumor around?"

The blonde stiffened as he ran the faucet. Weasley wasn't a hard hitter like his father was, Weasley's hands were like cotton compared to them. "Of course I did."

"I trusted you to not say anything."

"Look, your freaky little visions can bring a spot of fun, right?"

"All I said was that I saw them together!" the shorter boy said. "I said, and I quote, that Weasley and Wood were keeping it a secret and that I saw them---"

"It doesn't matter anymore," said Draco, sighing. "Honestly, it doesn't. That rumor is going to last another week tops before people find something else to talk about."

Theo huffed. "I don't want you talking about my visions anymore, Draco. You wouldn't like what I see about. . .you." The blonde stopped. "Yeah, Draco, I see loads about you."