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The Piper of the Wilds	By : Gracelynn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Piper of the Wilds
- 2-You're late, Malfoy!
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Chapter 5

You�re late Malfoy

A soft knock was heard at the door
of the Room of Requirement that night, which made the current occupants turn
around as Neville, Ginny, Dean, Lavender and Parvati
walked inside the room.

�Whoa�� said Dean, looking
around the room, amazed. �What is this place?�

Harry began to explain, but
before he had the chance to finish, more of the people who were expected
arrived and so he had to start over again. The magical room that they were all
in had been shown to Harry by Dobby the house elf. This room would help those
in dire need of space or conveniences by providing them; right now it was
decked out like an arena with pillows and spell books around the edges.

When it was finally 8 o�clock, Harry
stood before everyone and with a quick glance around the room, he noticed every
large silk cushion that lay on the floor was finally occupied.
. . except one. He glared at the empty spot, knowing good and well
who was missing.

�Has anyone seen Malfoy on their way here?� he asked looking at everyone as
they merely shook their heads and shrugged in response. As Hermione bit
her lower lip anxiously, Harry sighed. So
much for settling the problems. . .

�Well-� Harry dismissed the
uneasy thought of Malfoy�s absence and continued,
�-This is the place we�ve found for our practice sessions, and you�ve � er � obviously found it OK.�

A few people added their
comments (Cho one of them, which made Harry�s insides
twirl) and finally he decided it was time to get back to �business�.

�Well, I was thinking about the
stuff we ought to do first and � er -� noticing a
raised hand he stopped. �What, Hermione?�

�I think we ought to elect a
leader,� said Hermione

�Harry�s leader,� replied Cho immediately, glancing at Hermione as though she were
mad (Harry�s stomach did yet another back-flip as he barely stopped himself
from blushing.)

� but but I think we ough
vo
vote for it properly,� she was looking at Cho
impatiently at this. �It makes it more formal and gives him authority. So
-everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader raise their hand.�

Harry felt very proud as he saw
everyone raise his or her hands; even Zacharias Smith
did, although he looked as if he was doing it half-heartedly. I must
admit, seeing his face like that kind of makes me feel sort of like. .
. Snape. Now I know how he feels every day� and it�s brilliant. . . he stopped himself from laughing
out loud.

�Er -
right, thanks,� said Harry, who could now feel his face burning. �And � what, Herminone?�

�I also think that our group
ought to have a name,� she said happily, her hand still in the air. �It would
promote a feeling of team spirit and unity, don�t you think?�

The Boy Who Lived had to stop
himself from shaking his head in dismissal as he heard a snort in his mind. Why
is Malfoy in my head?

�Can we be the Anti-Umbridge League?� asked Angelina hopefully.

�Or the Ministry of Magic are
Morons Group?� suggested Fred. (He heard a snort in his head again.) Bloody
hell� I think I have a problem�

�I was thinking,� said
Hermione, frowning at Fred, �more of a name that didn�t tell everyone what we
were up to, so we can refer to it safely outside meetings.�

�The Defense Association?� said
Cho. �The DA for short, so nobody
knows what we�re talking about?�

�Yeah, DA�s good,� interrupted
Ginny. Why does every one of my friends seem to dislike Cho? Harry asked himself silently. �Only
let�s make it stand for Dumbledore�s Army, because that�s the Ministry�s worst
fear, isn�t it?�

There were a great deal of
appreciative murmurs and laughter at this.

�All in favour of the DA?� asked Hermione almost
bossily, kneeling up on her cushion to count the raised hands. �That�s a
majority � motion passed!�

She pinned the piece of
parchment with all their names on it on the wall and wrote across the top in
large letters:

DUMBLEDORE�S
ARMY

�Right,� started Harry,
pleased, when she had sat down again. �Shall we get practicing, then? I was
thinking the first thing we should do is Expelliarmus,
you know, the Disarming Charm. I know it�s pretty basic but I�ve found it very useful-�

�Oh, please,�
interrupted Zacharias Smith, rolling his eyes and
crossing his arms. �I don�t think Expelliarmus
is exactly going to help us against You Know Who, do you?�

�I�ve used it against him,�
said Harry. �It saved my life in June. . ."The guy needs his
smart-ass ego shoved up somewhere he�d really dislike. . . Harry
had to hold himself back to not laugh as Smith opened his mouth stupidly, the
rest of the room staying very silent.
�But, if you think it�s beneath you, you can leave,� said Harry. Smith
did not move. . . nor did anybody else. . .

Now I know
how it feels like to be Malfoy.
. . why did I have to like it?

*********************

His footsteps echoed loudly as
he walked through the dark corridors of Hogwarts school
of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. His usual calm, confident strides now seemed very agitated and
angry.

Bloody
irritating girl. . .she just had
to keep me from leaving, didn�t she?! I must tell father that I am not
going to marry such an annoying hag! the Malfoy boy thought bitterly as
he climbed the stairs to the seventh floor.

�Seventh
Floor opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by those
trolls. . .�

Draco
had never known such a room existed. He had been very surprised to even get an
Owl from Potter that afternoon; he thought he would have never told him news
about the meeting to begin with, thought the boy probably would have tried to
stop him from coming.

Stupid Gryffindors and their bloody loyalty. . . He
thought to himself smirking. He would never admit to anyone - even to himself -
that he was in fact happy that Potter had been loyal and told him
where to go for the meetings. . . and then Pansy
Parkinson had ruined everything and made him late!

Why should I
care if I�m late or not? It�s only going to make Golden Boy pissed. . .

He stopped dead in his tracks
as he looked upon the door he�d been looking for. Smirking, he brought his
hands to the handle and opened the door discretely.

He gazed around at the group of
students trying to disarm each other. They were pathetic. Draco
shook his head to himself.

What have I
done? This is with whom I�ll learn proper
defense? Pathetic. . .

His gaze found their not-so
confident leader immediately, whom was now walking around the group of
students, helping those who needed it.

Let�s show
them how bad they are. . . After all,
it IS Potter�s job to teach them isn�t it?

The blond Slytherin
raised his wand and let the incantation slip through his lips. Suddenly, a loud
hissing noise split the room in two as the messy raven-haired boy was sent
crashing into the wall. The next thing everyone knew the boy whom had
repeatedly vanquished the Dark Lord was looking up, slumped up on the floor
against the wall, in front of a smirking Draco Malfoy, who�s wand was still
pointing down at him.

The room had now fallen silent,
all eyes staring shocked at their leader and glaring at the proud Slytherin.

What happened next shocked
everyone even more. . . Malfoy reached out his
other hand to Harry, dropping his wand-hand to his side. The raven-haired boy
did not know what to do; look surprised or be angry? He hesitantly took Malfoy�s hand and got up, glaring at him.

The Slytherin
turned around to look at everyone.

�This is how you
do Expelliarmus. . .� he said cockily, looking back towards Harry. �Just thought I�d help your little leader with teaching you.�

�You�re late, Malfoy.� Harry said, trying to stop the heat that was
threatening to spread on his cheeks. The arrogant boy shrugged.

�I had something to do. .
. Besides, I don�t think I�ve missed anything, wouldn�t you think?�
his smirk widened at Potter�s furious glare.

�Just pair up with somebody so
we can stop wasting time over your bloody attitude,� Harry snapped impatiently.
Everybody had by now gone back to his or her previous occupation.

�There�s no one left for
me to pair up with, Potter, or didn�t you notice?�

Harry glanced around the room
as if hoping an unpaired student would pop out of nowhere. No way I�m
going to pair up with him.

�Neville!� he said loud enough
so his voice could be heard through all the noise made by the many students who
had gone back to practicing the Disarming Charm. The short chubby boy looked
towards the emerald-eyed young man, as he was about to perform Expelliarmus on Ron as Hermione watched and waited
for her turn. He walked towards Harry as he instructed him to come closer with
a motion of his finger.

�Here, Malfoy,
since you�re so great you can help Neville practicing while I go check
around helping others!� said Harry smiling falsely. Malfoy
looked disgusted.

�You have got to be
kidding me. . .� he said as Harry walked away. Draco
let himself fall on one of the satin cushions. Neville stayed motionless,
probably too nervous in the Slytherin�s presence to
do anything.

Why did I
have to end up being paired with a loser like this?

�Alright, Longbottom,
show me what you�ve got,� the Slytherin finally said as
he stood back up and moved a few feet closer in front of Neville, staring at
the boy evilly; scaring him out of his wits was always fun. The boy yelled a
nervous �Expelliarmus!� which only made Draco�s wand wiggle in his hand.

The blond boy put a hand on his
hip impatiently. �You�re doing it bloody wrong, Longbottom!
You have to mean it! You need to want me thrown to the other side
of the room!� he yelled and Neville gave a quick nod in response. This is
going to be long night. . . Bloody Potter, this is all
your fault! Pairing me up with Longbottom!!

********************

�Hey Harry,� Hermione called
from across the room, �have you checked the time?�

He looked down to his watch,
shocked to see it was already quite late, which meant everyone needed to get
back to their common rooms or risk being caught and punished for being out of
bounds.

Harry blew his newfound
whistle; everybody stopped shouting �Expelliarmus�
as the last couple of wands clattered to the floor.

�Well that was pretty good,�
said Harry, glaring at Malfoy who had just snorted,
�but we�ve overrun, we�d better leave it here. Same time, same place next
week?�

spanspan
lang=EN-US style='font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black'>Pretty
good? Easy for you to say Potter! You
weren�t paired up with Longbottom! You were flirting
the whole bloody night with that girlish annoying Ravenclaw!

�Let�s say next Wednesday
night, then,� said Harry, �we can decide on additional meetings then. Come on,
we�d better get going.�

He pulled the Marauder�s Map; Malfoy looked at it eagerly. He checked carefully to see if
any of the teachers were on the seventh floor. He let everyone go, watching
anxiously to see if everyone got to their doors safely.

�Hey, Harry,� said a soft
feminine voice behind him, which made him turn around. His insides began to
twirl with excitement as he saw the face of the Asian Ravenclaw
girl smiling at him.

�Oh, we�ll leave you two alone
then,� said Hermione quickly, pulling on Ron�s arm. �We�ll wait for you
outside.� And with that she walked out the door with her redheaded friend.

�You were really great tonight.
I liked it a lot!� said Cho cheerfully. They stared
at each other for a few moments. And finally, �Well, good night then, I�ll see
you around.� said Cho as she walked out, Harry
staring at her dreamily.

He hadn�t noticed he had kept
staring at the door dreamily even after Cho had long
since left, but the snort coming from behind him brought him unpleasantly back
to reality as he spun around only to find himself looking directly at his
archrival. He felt pretty pathetic.

�Malfoy,
what the bloody hell do you want now?� he snapped. Malfoy
clicked his tongue.

�I�ve sthe the way you look at her. . . too bad she chose a corpse over you.�
he said looking at Harry darkly, smirking.

Tk'>The raven-haired young man
stared at Malfoy frowning deeply, too mad to even
glare, trying to force down the knot that was forming in his throat; truth be
told, he could not be mad when people mentioned. . .him.
No, he could not be angered. . . by something that was his entire fault. .
. he had to force the tears from forming in his eyes, there was no way was
he going to cry and certainly not in front of Malfoy.

>

Draco
felt a sharp pain in his chest in seeing the _expression on the Gryffindor�s face. He looked defeated; miserable.
. . he didn�t even seem to be mad at Draco�s
words. The only emotion clouding those emerald orbs was pure, raw, guilt. . .and for once Draco could
not stand seeing the Boy Who Lived in such a pained state . . .

His smirk had now faded; he
began to take a step forward, but stopped instantly. What am I supposed
to do? I just brought back the memories of seeing a guy drop dead in front of
his face. . . smart move, Malfoy.
. . Think about how you would have felt if someone brought up the
time when. . .

The blond boy frowned. �I�m
sorry. . .� he muttered quickly, dashing out of the room hastily and leaving a
shocked Harry Potter behind.

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