Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Eighteen - Anger Issues

Ron and Hermione are waiting for Harry in the common room after dinner. Hermione is finishing up her History of Magic essay and Ron is playing chess with Goyle. Harry mentioned that Goyle was better than Harry at chess and he was hoping to find someone worth playing. Mike Corner and Steve Cornfoot are pretty good but he can still beat them most of the time. Playing chess is more fun if it's a challenge.

"What's up with Zabini?" Ron asks as he moves his knight.

"Don't know. He said he wanted to talk to Potter. After that I wasn't there."

"Does he fancy him?"

"Don't know, doubt it though... he does very well with the ladies. Never seen him with a bloke."

"What about the hand holding thing?"

"Don't know... is this why you wanted to play? So, you could drill me on Blaise?"

"No, Harry said you're better than him at chess and I wanted someone new to play with... trying to find out what your mate is up to with my friend is just extra."

"It's not like he runs his plans pass me."

"Why was Malfoy so pissy at dinner?"

"Why do you care? It's not like you and him get on well."

"Do you think he'll be willing to talk to us about your summer? Neville and Ernie asked me to find out. Why you started jogging, from this morning."

"Oh, that... um, yeah, maybe. When Potter and Blaise get back, I don't see why not. Did anyone ask Dray about it?"

"I was going to but I watched him stabbing his food for fifteen minutes and thought better of it. We're not on the best of terms as you said."

Greg and Ron look over to where Malfoy is sitting in an alcove. He has his book open and looks to be ignoring everyone. The longer they watch the more they realize that he hasn't turned a page once. He just glares at the book. He looks up each time the portrait opens but looks back down just as quickly.

"You should go ask him." Greg smiles.

"You should." Ron smirks, "You're his best mate, right, he'll probably just maim you. Me, I think he'd murder."

"Hey Dray." Greg shouts across the room. Malfoy turns to look at his friend.

"What? Forgot how the pieces move? Does Weasel want to play checkers on a chess board?"

"Piss off, ferret." Ron sneers.

Ignoring Dray and Ron, "Once Blaise and Potter get back, we were thinking about meeting up in Macmillan's room."

"Why?"

"Don't know," Greg shrugs, "Thought we'd just hang out, get to know these wankers better. Talk about the summer."

"Why would I want to do that. I'm perfectly content reading."

"Really? Looks like you've been reading the same page for the last half hour." Ron jeers, "Having problems with the big words, Malfoy? Need some help sounding them out?"

"Fuck you, Weasel." Malfoy gently replaces his bookmark and slams the book shut.

"Come on Dray. It could be fun. See what Potter and Weasley get up to over the summer. What Hufflepuffs think is fun."

"Who's going to be there?" Malfoy sighs.

"Theo, Blaise, Longbottom, Ernie, Justin, Potter, you, me and Weasley."

"If I must." Malfoy sniffs.

Harry storms into the common room with Blaise trailing behind him. Harry looks around until he sees Malfoy.