Tryouts started well, that was until Blaise and Ron started fighting. Blaise wasn't even there to try out and was only there to watch the rest of the Slytherins who where, which seemed to infuriate Ron. Harry could see why Ron was angry with Blaise as he had spent the entirety of the tryouts so far cheering on Slytherins and booing everyone else, but he also knew that Blaise was just screwing around and trying to get under Ron's skin. Lately the tension between the two had been growing as Ron seemed to have gotten the idea in his head that Blaise was constantly around Neville because he was plotting something with Draco, and Blaise had simply seemed to make it his mission to keep Ron in a permanent state of anger. Both Harry and Hermione were honestly quite fed up with it.
The eighth years that had come out to try out for the team were currently watching from the pitch as Ron and Blaise yelled at each other loudly in the stands.
"This has got to stop Harry, we should probably call it quits or McGonagall isn't going to let anyone play. You and Ron have enough information to pick the team right?" Hermione said to Harry. She had come down from the stands to talk to Harry and they were both currently trying to figure out what to do.
"Yeah, you're probably right," Harry said with a sigh to Hermione and then turned to the others, "Okay, tryouts are over! We'll get back to you all about who made the team, thanks for coming!"
The others slowly dispersed after a pointed look from Hermione, and started towards the castle, all for Draco and Pansy who followed Harry and Hermione up to Blaise and Ron.
"You can't come watch the tryouts if you're just going to shout at everyone!" Ron was yelling at Blaise when Harry finally got to them.
"I can say whatever I want and you can't dictate where I can and can't go," Blaise shot back with that familiar smirk that was common to his house.
"Ron, leave it. Tryouts are over, let's go back inside," Harry said trying to grab Ron's arm and drag him away from Blaise, but Ron just shook him off.
"We can't just let him continue to walk around and do and say whatever he wants with no consideration for anyone!" Ron shot back.
"Yelling at him about it isn't going to change anything, okay?" Hermione said, a pleading tone in her voice, "Plus it's getting late, let's just go inside okay?" Ron continued to glare at Blaise.
"Let's go mate," Harry said, placing a hand on his arm.
"You're really just going to let him be?" Ron sputtered indignantly.
"Let's just go Ron. If we leave now we can go do something together," Hermione said. By the look Hermione was giving Ron, he was sure he didn't want to know what 'do something together meant' but it did the trick, Ron seemed to edge up a bit.
"Fine, let's go then," Ron said, turning around and walking away, Hermione shooting Harry a sympathetic look and trailing after him.
"We should go too Malfoy, we still have to do our punishment for the day," Harry said, turning to Draco who didn't look pleased.
"Fine, I'll talk to you two later then," and with that Draco started walking back towards the castle with Harry hurrying to catch up.
The walk back to the castle together was awkward to say the least.
It was completely silent the whole way which was mostly Draco's fault in Harry's opinion as he usually refused to talk at all but he had to admit that it was also sort of his fault as well as he didn't exactly try and make conversation.
They made it back up to their room in silence and Harry realized as they stepped through the door that he had no idea what they were going to do for the entire hour that they were going to be stuck together for. For the first time ever they had both found themselves with no homework for the night and Draco seemed to realize this too as he looked over at Harry.
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Draw The Line
FanfictionWhen enemies turn to friends and there's still something more, where do you draw the line? Harry and Draco are both back for their eighth year at Hogwarts and have started the year off with their usual bickering, but when pressure hits and they can'...