Mischief Unmanaged ➰ H.P

X. Friends No More?

"Harry Potter caught the Snitch! But Gryffindor wins. Final Score 210-180, Quietus," Theo put down his wand and goes down the Quidditch pitch to join his frustrated friends.

"Better luck next time, thanks for a great game," Ginny winked at Harry who's already red in the face.

"What the fuck Potter?!," Draco grabbed him by shoulder and yank his robe so that he could face their Seeker. "I was gesturing you! Just wait for my signal!,"

"Get off me!," Harry pushed him harshly, people around them started gasping and murmuring to each other. However, a look of pure relish were etched on every Gryffindor's face.

"We're losing! They're in possession and McLaggen had also saw the Snitch! Why don't you blame yourself for constantly blocking the Bludger with you slinthead?!," Harry snarled; fists were clenched and jaws clasped together.

Draco pulled back himself and before anyone could react, his fist already shoot in the air and landed on Harry's jaw.

Their teammates immediately grab the two to separate them, Harry stumbled backwards; the corner of his lips started bleeding as he stared sharply at his friend.

He pushed Blaise and lifted up himself, "I don't know what's the matter with you but one thing is for sure, you're not the Malfoy I knew anymore. You are pathetic," he said angrily.

Draco tried to struggle off his teammates arms to give Harry another blow but he already vanished behind the talon.

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Harry slumped his back against his four poster bed. Blaise and Theo were already snoring loudly on their own beds but Draco was nowhere inside their dorm. He was certain that Draco hadn't come back yet since their match.

He opened his drawer and get the Marauders Map. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," with a tap of his wand; the sketch of Hogwarts map slowly appeared on the parchment.

He pointed a finger on every moving dots and started searching for Draco. His eyebrow furrowed when he spotted him in the 7th floor, his dot wasn't moving.

Harry waited patiently for about ten more minutes when he saw another dot climbing up to seventh floor.

"Holy shit!" the dot was labeled with non other than Hermione Jean Granger.

"What happened?!," Theo propped up from his bed; looking worriedly at his mate.

"N-nothing, go back to sleep," Harry asured him as he glanced back on the map just to find the seventh floor completely free of people. Hermione and Draco were nowhere to be found.

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The next morning was dull, they will have Defense against the Dark Arts in the morning and five hours vacant before Divination; which Harry oath to never attend again.

He took a bath early and prepared for class, wearing his button up sleeve that wasn't even tucked in, his Slytherin necktie which he just tied in a messy knot around his neck and a pair of black shoes and trouser. In short, Harry Potter never had or planning to follow their school rules when it comes to proper dressing.

"It's show time," he grinned at his own reflection on the mirror; tossing his wand in the air before pocketing it.

He cannot find his Invisibility Cloak since last week and he reckon that Draco took it without his permission. He opened the map again, Hermione was already in their classroom; all alone.