Library Tantrum
Harry, in a spectacular display of nurture over nature, threw a large chair at the most infuriating person he’d come to know in Hogwarts.
Neville, moving more on instinct than rational thought, threw himself over the table and latched onto Harry before the boy could stab Draco in the eye with his wand. “Harry! Don’t! It won’t be worth it!” and hung on for dear life because he knew that if he let go, Harry would literally kill Draco.
Harry’s arms had gotten pinned to his sides but that didn’t mean he didn’t have other ways to get his point across. Wandless, wordless magic sent Draco flying backwards across the room to slam into a bookcase. A tiny part of Neville’s mind pointed out that Harry was hissing, which could have been a spell, so it was only potentially wordless.
Neville told that part to shut the fuck up and concentrate on not letting Harry destroy the room.
“Justin’s only petrified, not dead! He’ll be back on his feet really soon and if you get expelled then Draco will win! Don't let Draco win! He’s an asshole and a spoiled brat and you can do better!”
Looking pale but determined, Ernie put himself between Harry and his line of sight to where Draco sat on the floor surrounded by fallen books. “Neville’s right, and we should go back to the Commons, I think Professor Sprout wants to have another house meeting, and if you don’t go she’ll come looking for you!”
Harry strained to see around him but Neville, who sent every prayer and promise he could think of to the deities above, hauled him backwards and towards the door. Later he’d wonder how he’d managed to do that, he knew Harry was stronger than he looked and a lot stronger than Neville, but for now he would just be thankful. Between him and Ernie and Roger and the girls, they managed to get the pissed off Badger out of the library while Madame Pince was shrieking at Draco for knocking the books down.
Harry continued to hiss, until Susan shot him in the face with a stream of water. Harry sputtered to a stop and stared at her, completely offended.
Hannah started to giggle with a faint hint of hysteria.
Roger coughed to clear his throat. Then coughed again because good god. “You’re.. You’re such a h-hypocrite. Harry.” His nerves screamed 'run away!' but if he distracted Harry long enough then things would be all right. Right? Right.
“Excuse me?” Harry managed to look even more offended as Hannah’s giggles morphed into hiccups.
“Y-you heard me. You get so mad and sulky over us defending you, and then you go around throwing furniture at people who say stupid things. No one actually thinks you would attack your friends.”
“Except the Gryffindors..” Susan muttered.
Neville suddenly realized he was still latched around Harry, pinning his arms to his side. Ernie had backed off, but.. Harry hadn’t tried to shake Neville loose yet and Neville was still too nervous to let go. Harry probably wouldn’t turn around to go back to the library but... ummm... Draco seemed to bring out the worst in Harry.