Resorted

Chapter fifty

When Harry woke up it wasn't because he wanted to. The bed was almost to ice-level because there was no radiator to his right. He reached for his glasses, lazily placing them on the bridge of his nose and automatically went for the Half-blood Prince's book too. Emerged in the pages, Harry had no idea he only had thirty minutes until Breakfast ended until the door was almost blown off its hinges.

"Fascinating," Draco sneered, "that you take more of an interest in that malignant, puerile book than our relationship." Draco shook his head, laughing at his ability to think he was above Harry's list of importance than a tatty book.

Surprised, Harry dropped the book, feeling guilty when he heard Draco's words. It wasn't till he re-looked at the time he saw he had been reading that book for two hours, "Oh Dragon, I'm so sorry... I just lost track of time and I-"
But Draco held a hand up to stop him, "We share a free period after third lesson. Meet me at the Black Lake." The door slammed shut as Draco exited the room.

With twenty minutes until Breakfast ended, Harry ran into the great hall barely being able to hold his bag up as it slipped from his shoulder. At the Slytherin table was Blaise and Draco facing each other, but that wasn't the most shocking thing. Draco placed his bag on the bench beside him so nobody sat there while Millicent Bulstrode occupied the seat beside Blaise. Ever since Crabbe and Goyle transferred to Durmstrang in the middle of Fifth year, Draco seemed more relaxed and carefree.

At the Ravenclaw table sat Pansy and Hermione. They were laughing together, their shoulders touching. Pansy moved a strand of Hermione's hair out of the way and she blushed a light pink. A few seats down was Phaeona with Jack by her side. In front of the two were their best friends. However, Harry caught Phaeona's eye and wished he didn't by the sneer and glare she gave him.

Doleful, splenetic at himself, Harry sat opposite the two girls. "Where were you" Asked Hermione questioningly, "There's only twenty minutes left of breakfast and you have to hand in your defence essay to Snape so it better he good!"

"Sorry, I just slept in late." Harry grumbled while chewing on a piece of toast covered in peanut butter.
"Oh?" Hermione leaned over, snatching the bag almost hitting the jug over, "Then what..." she stalled, rummaging her hand through the bag until she pulled the book out, "is this book doing marked at a further page than yesterday?"

Harry sighed, looking up at Pansy's smirk and Hermione's fierce gaze. Just as his mouth opens, his face stung a bright red. "Ladilian!" Exclaimed Hermione. Pansy grabbed the young girls arm, stopping her from striking Harry again.
"How dare you lay a hand on him." She seethed quietly so nobody could hear but the three sixth years and herself.
Jack ran up behind her, "What are you doing? He's the Chosen One Phaeona." He whispered, attempting to pull her away.

"Chosen one or not, he shouldn't be allowed to get away with it!" Her voice was louder this time.

"Miss Ladilian!" Professor Flitwick said sharply, "Ten points from Ravenclaw and a weeks detention! I suggest you leave to calm down." She huffed, marching out of the silent Great Hall. Trying to talk sense into her was Jack as he marched out with her.

When her hand connected with his face, the entire hall froze their conversations. Some people were trying to hide their laughs others were too shocked to do anything other than gawp. At the Slytherin table, Draco was smiling at the show, winced when Harry was hit and felt something inside him want to defend Harry's actions but he couldn't find anything to satisfy the jury.

When Phaeona left the hall, gossip began to spread about why Harry was hit. Or if the girl wasn't right in the head for snapping The Harry Potter. Once Harry recovered, he leapt from the bench, leaving Hermione with his bag, to sprint out of the Hall to catch up with the third year.