Lies

Damn You, Draco. Damn You, Ron

"You're joking."

"ARE FOR FOR REALZ!?"

First Ron, then Jules. People stared at Jules, who flipped them off, and the other people grumbled, glared, and ate like fat tards.

Joking. Maybe...

Like Ron Weasleys.

BAHAHAHAHA!

It was dinnertime, and Haz had just finished telling the other two about what had happened when he'd left the grounds with Professor McGonagall. And I was right. Hehe.

Ron had frozen with his fork midway to his mouth, the steak and kidney pie forgotten. Juli had gravy dribbling down her front, so I suppose she wasn't much better off than Ron...

"Seeker?" they asked disbelievingly. "But first years never- you must be the youngest House player in about-"

"-a century," Haz said, shoveling random shit into his mouth, same as me. We were absolutely starved. "Wood told me." Stupid. I'm probably younger than you, so technically I'm the youngest House player in a century! GAAH! I HATE KNOWING STUFF THAT OTHER PEOPLE DON'T AND I CAN'T TELL THEM! URRGGGHHH. POOP. CRAP. SHIT. FECES. COME UP WITH AS MANY DIFFERENT NAMES FOR POOP AS YOU CAN! Starting...

NOW!

DONE!

Ron sat and gaped at Harry.

Seriously, you hang on to his every word. Get a freaking life.

"I start training next week." We start training next week. "Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret."

Gred and Forge came in, spotted Harry, then hurried over. They congratulated him, then George turned to me as Fred mumbled something about Lee Jordan and hurried off.

"Did you get expelled?" George asked nervously. I smiled.

"Naahh!" He let out a shaky laugh.

"You're accent is really different! It sounds sick though, in a good way!" We grinned. "But OK. I really thought that you were expelled, since you didn't make the team. Wonder why though." Puzzlement was evident on his face.

"Pssshhtt! They can't expel me! IMMA BOSS. I'm too awesome to expel! Plus, they'd miss my accent!" He laughed at me.

"Okay then. I gotta go, see you guys around," he waved and went out of the Great Hall.

Five seconds later, like Ninja McGonagall, Draco and his two bodyguards appeared. "Having a last meal, Potter? Cortel? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?"

"Oh, I didn't know you and your family were Muggles, Malfoy! That explains alot!" I said incredulously. He narrowed his eyes as the others chuckled confusedly. SMIRKLEZ.

"You're alot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," Harry said coolly.

"OOHH! BURN!" Jules and I said at the same time. We high-fived each other. "Would ya like some ice for that?" I smirked.

The other three scowled. "I'd take you all on anytime on my own," Dra said. Psshht. He's to chicken. Please. "Tonight, if you want." WHAT!? "Wizard's duel. Wands only- no contact." Like he could stick to that. "What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?" He didn't give Harry enough time to even react! WTF!

"Of course he has," Ron snapped. "I'm his second, who's yours?" Draco looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up. Then he turned, smirking wickedly, to face Jules and I.