| Bad Nights and Foul Moods; (Harry and then open) | |
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| Draco Malfoy | Jan 24 2010, 07:05 PM Post #1 |
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~Slytherin Prince~
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Draco stood just a few feet away from the stairs of the sixth floor. There was a large hole in the floor that kept him from going any further even though he wanted to see if there were any extra supplies or other things that they could use. Draco hadn't been sleeping well the last few nights, and he wasn't sure why. Then everyone had showed up and he'd even been nice to everyone, including Potter. He was in a right foul mood, hoping Potter crossed paths with him. It was late so he doubted it would happen, but he could hope, anyway. He was sure he knew how to get to everyone, he realized, and he took a seat, leaning against the wall as his gray eyes continued to peer into the darkness of the hole. This night Draco was wearing his silky black pajama pants, a deep green shirt, and black shoes. His white-blonde hair was in array as he sat, but his hair didn't look bad. Instead it framed his face in a picturesque way. He toyed with a loose string from his shirt as he thought about the most recent events. Everything seemed to be turning upside-down. Well, no matter. He'd turn it right. The famous Harry Potter wanted to be friends. He smirked. Only if Potter joined the Slytherins. Draco decided with a smug look. After all, he'd never really forgiven the raven-haired boy for his response on the train. |
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| Harry Potter | Jan 26 2010, 12:32 PM Post #2 |
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Quidditch captain & Seeker
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Harry was having fun, for a change. Since he had discovered the castle was in ruins on parts of it, especially the sixth floor, he had come up with a solution. Taking his idea from the Weasley twins, he had grabbed his Firebolt that Sirius had given him for his thirteenth birthday and flown around the castle, getting to where he needed to go.Best. Idea. Ever. he thought. They had had Apparating lessons this year, but had been advised not to try it as the wards against it were only down for that hour while they were practicing. However, being the risk-taker that he was, he had decided to try again, since the castle was in ruins. He figured because of that, maybe he could Apparate in the castle from place to place. But it had been no go. He couldn’t even feel the magic thrumming through him that signaled the ability to Apparate. And that worried him. He snapped back to reality as he almost ran into a wall. Okay, not a good idea to be flying while distracted, he thought. Braking, he turned the broom upward and shot through the hole in the sixth floor. Landing, he laughed. “That was fun,” Harry said aloud to himself. He sat down, nearby the hole but not too close, and turned his head. That’s when he noticed Malfoy. Harry nodded to the blond prefect. “Malfoy,” he said pleasantly enough. Tonight, Harry wore a deep golden-colored short-sleeve T-shirt, navy blue pajama pants, and his black Converse, tonight with the laces charmed to a deep golden color. His raven-colored hair stuck up everywhere, as usual, and his glasses were a bit crooked. He straightened them before crossing his arms for warmth. Edited by Harry Potter, Jan 26 2010, 12:33 PM.
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| Draco Malfoy | Jan 30 2010, 05:53 PM Post #3 |
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~Slytherin Prince~
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Draco looked up, not really sure what he should say to the friendly tone he had received. Mentally shaking himself, the blonde boy raised his chin just slightly, his gray eyes burning into Potter. His nights of not sleeping and of nightmares flooded his mind. "Hello, Harry." He said in a nonchalant voice. The boy and everyone else wanted them to be friends, right? That constituted a use of first names. Or so he figured would be his explanation because he really couldn't think properly except to have a tirade of mental babble over something that really had very little importance. Then a thought broke through that babble and he heard himself audibly gasp. "She isn't here. Is she?" He asked, his voice had turned soft, but his mind said, punch him in the gut. Right where it hurts! "I haven't seen her since before I woke up, and she hasn't been around you or Weasley. She didn't survive." A slight pause. "Did she?" He added, more because his mind was screaming at him to than anything else. |
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| Harry Potter | Feb 2 2010, 01:24 PM Post #4 |
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Quidditch captain & Seeker
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Harry looked taken aback by Malfoy’s use of his first name, but took it all in stride. The other boy hadn’t called him that since their first meeting in Diagon Alley. “What’s going on, Draco?” Hey, if the blond Slytherin wanted to use first names, he could roll with that. At first he couldn’t figure out who the hell Draco was talking about. Then he realized the prefect meant Hermione. “No, she hasn’t been around either one of us. But she is Muggle-born. Maybe it hits them harder than those with Wizarding blood in them.” He removed his glasses and wiped away a tear, then rubbed his eye. Putting them back on, he replied softly, “Had something in my eye.” He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his elbows on them, then placed his face in his hands. “Damn nightmares,” he muttered. Harry always had nightmares, this was nothing new. But instead of the usual ones about Lord Voldemort trying to kill him, or Cedric’s death, lately he’d been dreaming of mutated people, and all his friends dying horrible deaths while he rotted in Azkaban. |
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