omg its chapter 3 wow
Classes, yes, of course. Those still existed… fuck.
Now when you’re an 18-year-old man with no parents, who has committed murder and fought in a war you’d think you would have the power to make your own decisions and arrange your own life. This is not true. You see. Other 18-year-olds with no parents, who have committed murder and fought in a war don’t have this thing called ‘Hermione Granger’, a truly evil, evil thing.
So now Harry was glaring at her over his breakfast, which he was only attending because the cuntwell respected woman had made it her life’s goal to get him to attend his meals and classes. It also wasn’t helping that Ron was sitting next to her complaining loudly about the lack of sleep he got last night as if he hadn’t blatantly ignored ‘Mione when she told him to go to bed at 12 am.
It’s only understandable that when he looked around the great hall only to spot a blonde twat glaring at him for no reason, he got a little annoyed. And what does one do when they get annoyed? Of course, they make it everyone else’s problem, cause why grow up and behave like an adult when you can act like a 3-year-old?
“Ugh…” And as we all know, just a dramatic sigh isn’t enough, so for added dramatic effect Harry decided to also stab at his food like it had fucked his mother. Except he missed his food, and his fork came down on his plate instead, making the most godawful noise ever known to mankind. Only below the sound of a teacher explaining Latin words to him.
“Harry! What did that plate ever do to you? Salazar, not everything has to be done with all your strength you know?” Ugh talking, why are people talking?
“Harry? Harry what’s wrong? You look like you’re about to smash something into a wall.” Oh, the talking was directed at him, he should probably respond then.
So after 20 second of trying to remember what was just asked of him he finally looked up at Hermione.
“It’s nothing, just tired.” Great answer, bound to get people off your back.
“It looks like it’s a bit more than that mate.” Or not.
“Ron, I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep well and I’m really not looking forward to today’s classes.” He spoke while looking the other in the eyes, trying to avoid watching his mouth which was devouring food in a less-than-charming manner.
“Oh bollocks, we have potions today, don’t we? I didn’t do the work; can I copy off you?” Harry scoffed.
“No Ron, I didn’t do it either, try ‘Mione.” Said person who was sat next to them and very much still listening to the conversation immediately butted in.
“No.” Well, that was that then.
“Could’ve at least been a bit nicer ‘bout it, y’know. Let me down slowly. Break a man’s heart will ya?” Hermione just sighed; she really should get paid for this.
“If I wanted to break a man’s heart I’d cheat on you with one of your brothers, this is called being a responsible adult, Ronald.” Ron fake gagged in response, or maybe it wasn’t fake, he really shouldn’t be combining all those foods into one.
“Gross, merlin, please don’t make me imagine that.” He had a grimace on his face but next to him you could see the bushy-haired girl’s frown turn into a smile. Ugh love, horrible. Truly disgusting.
Anyway classes. Yes. Those.
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You see, normally Draco quite liked potions, he was good at it, he was top of the class every year. Sixth year didn’t count, fuck off.
Anyway, potions was normally a great class where he could just put all of his focus on something he liked and ignore everything else. However, today, there was a problem. And you see, this problem, it’s a very common problem. Except today, it’s a lot bigger than normal.
It’s Potter.
He doesn’t know how in merlin’s name he’s supposed to concentrate when he just knows that the bastard is going to be sitting there, looking at him the entire time. Mocking him in his head, because he now knows how fucking pathetic he is. He wants to avoid the other boy for as long as physically possible and he’ll do just about anything to achieve that. Including one of the oldest, most vile, horrendous cheats in the history books.
He’s pretending to be sick.
After getting breakfast he told pansy that he wasn’t feeling very good, which of course, caused her to shoot into her motherly instincts within seconds. After about five minutes of arguing he’d convinced her that no he didn’t need to go to the hospital wing, he just had a stomach-ache. It was probably something he ate just now.
Thankfully she didn’t insist on walking him back to his dorm and instead they parted ways, with her going to class and him fucking off in the opposite direction.
Now you may think, but don’t they have the same classes? Yes, they did. But doesn’t that mean that Pansy has potions? Yes, she does. But isn’t the potions classroom in the same direction as the Slytherin dorms, arguably the safest option for Draco to hide away from Potter? Also, yes. However, going in that direction means that there is the possibility of running into Potter, which would obviously be disastrous. So then where does he go? Not the eighth-year common rooms, Potter could come there. Same for the library, dining hall, courtyard, and basically everywhere else. So where did the idiot go? The forbidden forest of course, it’s not like he found the other boy sitting there just yesterday. It’s a waterproof plan, except you’re trying to stop the water with a colander, and instead of holding the colander under the streaming water you throw it in the fucking bin. Genius I tell you.
Now he didn’t get the chance to have a good look at the spot where he and Potter ran into each other but from what he remembered; it’d looked quite good. So now he was on a quest to find that same spot back, which wasn’t all too difficult, seeing as he’d left quite the trail when running through a bunch of bushes before.
To be honest, he didn’t really have a plan after finding the opening. It was a pretty place. There was a lake… and a tree… Yeah, that’s it mostly, he never really cared for nature. What he did care for though, was sleep, and that grass looked awfully soft. So, the decision was made. He sat down against the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes. Only slightly annoyed at all the birds making so much noise around him.