Harry Potter was minding his own business working on homework for the day, untill he get's a text from an unknown number. 'Huh...' Harry thought. Harry had never been one to call, he preferred texting. But he doesn't recall ever giving anyone his number. Alas he was bored and was quickly growing tired of homework so might as well take advantage of the time.
-Hello?-
-I am snek-
-U are not snek?-
'Umm okay this is weird.. I definitely didn't give anyone my number let alone a Slytherin.. eh what's the worst that could happen.' Harry decided to reply going along with the weird choice of wording. 'Might as well say I'm a Gryffindor...'
-No, I am lion..your worst enemy. -
-Oh..sad.. There's a horse in the library.....I need help. -
'A horse?' Harry thought "...ohh Ginny has a patronus that's a horse it might be her." Harry says aloud, no one was in the tower and if they were, they had retired to there dorms awhile ago.
- It's Ginny's patronus calm down-
-Waaaaa?-
Harry shakes his head at the stupidity of some Slytherin's. He was supposed to be a Slytherin and he's smarter then 5 of them combined. Which is definitely saying something as he's one to have okay grade's.
- But why's it in the library?-
Harry thought for a moment, thinking about the question and how to respond to it. 'Would Ginny be practicing her patronus in the library?..How could I know I'm not her.'
-Probably practicing her charms or something-
-Okie-
'Is this really a Slytherin? Their definitely not typing like one.' Harry shakes his head again this time in amusement. He never once thought of the day that he would see a Slytherin be non-perfect, over the top, obnoxious snob.
- Don't get on her bad side though...she has some MEAN charms....they hurt. -
Harry was not that crule of a person not to let this mysterious person on a warning about Ginny's charms. 'I mean...they really do hurt'
-You learn that from experience?-
-Painful experience, Ron as well.-
-Your fault not mine.-
'Ohh you have got to be kidding me..I know one Slytherin that is the king of git's..and would write something like that...Malfoy..' Harry was in utter shock to say the least. Thoughts began swarming his mind, so fast he could even process half of them. Alas after a few seconds of recuperating he gained back his sence and surroundings and replyed.
-Oh shut up Malfoy the cry baby. "Oh no my arm is broken! Wait till my father hear's about this!" Oh whatever. -
-Oh shut up. It was a broken arm. -
-No it wasn't! It was barley a scratch!-
Harry was getting annoyed and frustrated to say the least. He had gone through this before and it didn't end up well for the both of them, but he wasn't about to let Malfoy get the best of him.
- The doctor said it was. So there.-
'Ugh stupid Malfoy always coming up with a snarky remark.'
-You wore a cast and Madam Pomfree can grow back an entire arm bone!! I doubt it was broken!-
-I didn't want to bother her. It was to broken. The doctor said so. -
Harry was getting mad now. Madam Pomfrey had regrown his entire arm back over night. Sure it was one night full of agony but he had gotten his arm back. But Malfoy over here is saying that he didn't want to bother her because it was to broken?!. Yup he was getting annoyed, mad, and frustrated with Malfoy and he wasn't even with Harry in person!
- Oh yea right!-
-Do you want to see my medical reports?!-
-Oh you don't have any! Your just a cry baby!-
-You do too! You're*-
-Oh whatever MaLfOy.-
-Hmph.-
-Thought so.-
- Though so? Don't you mean thought so?-
- Sorry I'm not good with English okay!?-
-And I'm not good with pain!-
-Your a Malfoy! Shouldn't Malfoy's be the best in EVERYTHING!?- I basically spit out angrily.
-Oh whatever. I'm going back to studying now.-
-Weren't YOU the one who texted me first Malfoy?-
-Yes, and I'm leaving.-
I swear I'm going to kill Malfoy one day. And I might not regret it...
