Because We Are Snakes

Chapter 20

Because We Are Snakes - The Secrets We Keep And The Lies We Tell

The week began as weeks tend to do and Monday was dragging itself by like a dying legless hobo, much too slow for Harry's liking. In all honesty he just wanted Thursday to come along so he could kill the pink bitch. He had decided Thursday was a day far enough away from his last detention with Umbridge that he would not immediately be pointed as the most likely suspect from her disappearance and likely untimely death. In a way, the days going by so slowly, was both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he really, really, wanted it to be the day in which he decided he would kill the High Inquisitor and a blessing because he had still not decided which method of torture and slow painful death he would employ once he had her where he wanted her.

Right now, as he sat in History of Magic, the favored method seemed to be death by evisceration with an olive fork. That's how slow he wanted her death to be, how long he wanted to stretch her suffering. He had even dug out his collection of mild Healing Draughts and Blood Replenishers, in anticipation of healing her just enough to make her last longer without healing her enough for her to try and escape. Not that she would be able to escape from the place he was going to imprison her at, only he could get in and out of there... well... him and Voldemort, but he doubted the Dark Lord would sweep into Hogwarts like an avenging dark night in shitty armor to save the hateful excuse of a woman.

Leaving History of Magic, he was still so deeply submerge into sweet visions of gory retribution, that a crazy cackle worthy of the Mad Hatter escaped his lips before he could even control it. Hermione, thankfully, had elbowed him on the side hard enough to cut it off before it went on full force.

"Cut it out Harry, your evil madness is showing." She had said in a hissed whisper... as if his so called 'evil madness' was some kind of dirty underwear he had to hide. Then again, it might not be dirty underwear but he did have to hide those particular inclinations and non-sociably acceptable tendencies of his.

Ron, was looking at him in wide-eyed confusion and a bit of fear, and the Slytherins -Malfoy most notably- were suddenly looking very weary of him.

He disguised his little faux pas by saying "Sorry about that. I was thinking about how Malfoy would look if I shaved his head and eyebrows, maybe I'll get the twins in on this." loud enough for the retreating crowd of snakes to still hear his explanation. Malfoy, extremely disturbed at the idea, held onto his head and beat a hasty retreat, the Malfoy heir had still not figured out how to react to his new non-understanding of Harry Potter it seemed. Harry was positively amused by it because even though he knew Malfoy really wanted to retaliate in some verbal vitriolic way, he just didn't know if that would be the best course of action at this point... which it wasn't.

"Ha! I would pay my last Galleon to see that mate!" Ron was chuckling while enjoying the mental image.

Harry was just thinking that Ron didn't have a Galleon to pay to begin with so that wasn't really much encouragement to make that particular thought into a reality. Besides, over half of fifth year Slytherin and most of fifth year Gryffindor had hear him say such a thing out loud, he wasn't stupid enough to do something where so many witnesses would be able to name him culprit.

Besides, he had a dream of dragging Malfoy up and down the dungeon hallways by his pretty white-blond hair... and having to wait for it to grow back if he ever got pissed off enough to go ahead and punish the boy in such a way, well, that simply wouldn't do.

No, Malfoy was keeping his hair, in case Harry decided he wanted to drag him up and down the floor by it.

They came to the stairs which would lead them close to the Entrance Hall, he licked his lips as he had begun to do periodically every time he changed locations so he could know who was about and who was coming closer before he even saw them... or they him. It was a survival sort of thing, after all, it was good to know who was in a room before they managed to realize you were entering it. It gave you a chance for strategically retreat if need be and was very helpful if you were trying to avoid people.