The Tale of Two Enemies

Chapter Eight

Oh no!

He had screwed up big time!

Ron visibly grimaced as hid below the window sill before dive rolling for his bed.

How could he have been so stupid?!

He crouched towards the foot of his bed as though he were a soldier avoiding a series of landmines. He was so engrossed in his activities that he neglected to realise that someone else had entered the dormitory.

He could make out Harry's voice through the window, even though he was several stories down and not to mention outside.

He dreaded to think what Harry was having to say to get the diary back, what if Lucius had already glimpsed it?

Ron cringed before suddenly recalling another awful fact.

Snape had already read the story hadn't he?

Hermione had said so herself!

But then he would know it's contents, he would know it was a romance story that involved him.

Ron screwed up his face at the thought.

How would he feel if he read a romance story involving him and his best friend?

He didn't want to think about it as he suddenly became aware of eyes upon him.

"You alright there Ron?" Neville's concerned face pleaded for a positive response as he watched his redhead friend making strange movements and strange faces on the floor of their dormitory.

Ron gasped, suddenly seeming to realise how strange he must have appeared as he stumbled to his feet, yet twisted in a manner so that his body was not visible through the nearest window.

"Fine Neville," Ron plastered on the fakest of smiles as he kept his lips spread apart, as though there was something further he wanted to say but decided against it.

Neville nodded, seemingly accepting the redheads words, though a confused expression lingered on his face, suggesting otherwise.

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"I believe you have something of mine." Harry decided to get right down to business with Lucius as his eyes darted between the man's face and the notebook secured delicately in his fingers.

"Is this yours is it?" The blonde wizard screwed up his face, as though what he held within his grasp had now become filthy and contaminated at that knowledge.

"Yes," Harry reaffirmed, attempting to put as much force behind his words as he reached out for the notebook.

"Why don't you prove it." Lucius all but spat as he turned on his heel, refusing to relinquish his custody of the book before striding off in the direction of the Dark Forest.

A flash of anger surged across Harry's eyes as he contemplated just grabbing the notebook from the wizard's grasp.

"Wait!" Harry called out, prompting Lucius to turn on his heel.

If he succeeded, then he would have showed Lucius who's boss, but if he failed, he would appear nothing but a desperate idiot.

He couldn't afford that chance as he began an unannounced staring contest with the pure blood wizard.

"'Allo Harry!" A familiar voice called out to the young wizard, Harry didn't need tot urn around to know who it was.

"Hey Hagrid." Harry smiled at his greeting, yet refused to take his eyes off of Lucius.

"Good day Potter." Lucius tilted his head upwards, as though the approaching company was not worthy of his notice before resuming course for the Dark Forest.