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Harry let himself have a moment to glare at the back of Malfoy's head, took a breath, cleared his face, then put his potions book into his bag, swung it over his shoulder and started making his way to his next class.
Generally speaking Harry Potter was very good at not letting things get to him. His whole life bad things had happened and coming into the magical world certain hadn't changed that fact. Smiling and nodding and carrying on as if it were nothing was a survival tactic he'd learned early in life and it continued to help him now. But there were moments when the almost perfectly formed mask he wore would get a crack and a bit of the anger and resentment he shoved into the shallows of his soul would leak through. Luckily, or unluckily, the source of these cracks was usually Malfoy. Lucky because it wasn't someone who would be alarmed by such things, unlucky because Malfoy was just so damned good at making him lose it. At this point whenever they interacted outside of class he could actually hear people taking bets on them, expecting a fight of some sort. And fight they did, they fought like they were born with exactly the needed traits to perfectly piss off the other. Because while no one could get to him like Malfoy he was secure in the knowledge no one could get to Malfoy like he could. Oh there was Ron of course but that was a different sort of hate altogether.
If Harry was in the room Malfoy's spite had eyes only for him. Odd thing to be smug about really.
He went through the motions in each of his classes. Lunch came and he followed the line of hungry, hormonal students to the great hall. Hermione whispered words urging him to speak with Ron. Ron walked ahead of them, turning back to glare at Harry every so often. All of it seemed so distant to him. Sometimes it was like being in a virtual reality theatre, looking at the world through the eyes of his body but unable to connect with any of it. Harry had felt this way to an extent his entire life, but it had become harder and harder to push the feeling away lately. Like a huge rubber band was wrapped around him and he had to force his will against it and hold it back to let the feelings of the world filter in, but his arms were getting tired and the edges of the band kept coming closer.
"It's unacceptable!"
Harry jumped and looked up. They were already at the great hall, in fact they were sitting and food was before him. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there, he even had food on his plate and some of it was eaten. Merlin he was out of it. Harry removed the chicken from his plate Hermione had piled on when he was spacing out. He took a napkin and wiped the juices from it off and replaced it with another apple. Harry picked up the half eaten one and took a bite with a satisfying crunch. He'd actually taste this half of it.
"You can always do correspondence courses or take extra classes during the summer at the ministry." Said Padma Patil soothingly. She was sitting with her twin today, tomorrow they'd have their meals at Padma's table. Even when in separate houses twins came as a package deal.
"That isn't the point, I shouldn't have to. Hogwarts is meant to be one of the greatest institutions of magic in the world. How can they take away our access to certain subjects? There was dueling in second year but that was ridiculous the only thing we learned was-"
"Not to make fun of Snape to his face." Muttered Parvati.
"-that Harry is a Parselmouth. What about Alchemy? Or Rituals? Medi-magicks? How can we be expected to take classes to suit our career needs when the classes we might need aren't available? Fourteen is old enough to get an apprenticeship! How can we get an apprenticeship in Wand-crafting if we don't take Transmutation because all we have available is Generalized Transfiguration? Or Specialized Herbology focusing on the wands woods and cores? Or Auratics to learn how they relate to a wizards magic and affinity? Merlin's early works were used for lectures and demonstrations on transmutation until three decades ago when for whatever idiotic reason they decided we were too young to learn it! Now some of them are in the restricted section and the rest are in the bloody archives! What do you think Merlin would do if he were alive today to see this?" The brunette demanded, thumping a fist on the table and causing Harry's half drunken water to slosh.
"I think he'd be too busy clawing at the inside of his coffin to much care about the state of our education." Harry said, dryly. He pulled his wand from his shoe where he'd taken to sticking it and flicked it to clean up the newly made puddle. As always, no one noticed he hadn't said a word. Or if they did they ignored it as one of those 'Harry' things.
"Harry!" Hermione looked positively scandalized.
Padma and Parvati however thought it was funny, turning their heads quickly and laughing. Hermione sent a glare their way.
Harry shot them a wink just to make her angrier. "Relax Hermione it was a joke."
"It is not funny it's...it's disrespectful. It's morbid. It's-"
The raven-haired Gryffindor could actually feel his eyes start to glaze over. Honestly, the girl read Hogwarts a History like her life depended on it but couldn't be bothered to look up the school charter to see that night, evening and weekend classes were available in alternative subjects? How did she think Lupin got through school missing Astronomy one week a month? He took night classes three days a week for the subjects he other wise would miss along with other non-human and semi-non-human students, he wasn't the only Werewolf to come through after all. He knew for a fact Draco was mixed with some sort of something because the Slytherin took the Spellcrafting night class. Of course, the Malfoys were a long line of somethings. It wasn't really mixing unless you counted the fact the Black had Feral blood. That sort of stuff didn't matter to Malfoy's kind of purebloods though, it was only disease carrying creatures like Werewolves or stander Vampires, where the change was forced that they took issue. It was hardly the newly turned werebeast's fault but that conversation had ended badly when a group of Hufflepuffs came upon them 'discussing' it and summoned a teacher for fear of them killing one another. As if the entire school hadn't seen them duel before. Damn Hufflepuffs. Of course it was first years on the second day of school, he was pretty certain that as this point any higher years were nearly immune to their inability to refrain from hexing the other. And anyway now he'd never know if he would have won the argument or not.
"-are you listening Harry? Harry!"
Nope. Maybe he could get Ron to start a physical fight with him in Defense Against the Dark Arts again then she could follow Ron around the rest of the day nagging at him, and Harry could...damn. He still had to set up a time to meet with Malfoy about their potions assignment. Tuning out Hermione entirely, Harry reached around under the table for his bag. The leather strap slid against his hand, cool and soft, he yanked it up, pushing dishes aside and ignoring the stares from his house mates. When he brought out a bit of parchment to scribble a note on it they all relaxed and went back to their meals. He scoffed in his head. Would it be so surprising if he did ever feel the need to study at a meal like a Ravenclaw? He wasn't stupid. Shutting that can of worms away he tapped the note and in a fit of inspiration transformed it into a paper crane as Malfoy had done during their third year. Carefully he picked it up, smiled mischievously and went ahead and glamoured it red and gold. Malfoy would hate that. Harry looked up across his table to the Slytherin one just beyond. As always he and Malfoy sat facing each other.
D
Meet me in the library. After dinner. Today.
Potions Project.
-H
Catching silver eyes he allowed a dark smirk to blossom on his face. Malfoy blinked and raised an eyebrow. The sight of the flying red and gold monstrosity soon caught those silver eyes and the look of horror entering them when they reached the accurate conclusion he was it's intended target was fantastic. Harry covered his mouth tried to look he wasn't experimenting with projectile weapons at the lunch table. With the air of someone very much put upon the Malfoy Heir unfolded the crane and read it, leaning away when Parkinson tried to see it over his shoulder and hexing Nott when the spiky haired Slytherin tried to take it. The Blonde tossed Harry a superior look, snapped his fingers, and a quill was hurriedly placed there by a lower year. Harry snorted. Slytherin Prince indeed.
Malfoy wrote a reply on it, refolded it and sent it back. Harry scowled at the now obnoxiously green and silver crane headed his way. His table mates, finally noticing their interaction, stared at as if it carried the plaques of Egypt with it. Hermione made to snatch it, of course, but his seeker's reflexes were in top form. As always, he thought, far more smug about it then he had any right to be. It was in his head though so he figured he could be smug all he liked. He waved it at her with one hand and waggled a finger. The bookworm scoffed and turned away to eat, a very small smile in place.
H
I didn't know you were aware we had a library, much less knew its location.
I might even die of shock.
Six. Don't be late. I bore easily.
-D
Post. Script.
Find your own signature note sending method you unoriginal thief!
He tilted his head and considered the last part of the message. It came to him, then, out of no where, and it was brilliant. Harry picked up his glass, drank its contents, set in front of him and paused. Glancing through his bangs he quickly surmised that the students remaining at his table were already over the momentary excitement of his potentially cursed paper crane and were once again taking no notice of him. Shrugging he studied the glass and imagined in his mind what he needed it to look like. Glass was easily modifiable, it only took patience and well defined thought in your head of the shape you wanted. He pressed his magic in on the glass, heating it up and working it back and forth to thin the glass and curve it in toward the other side. You had to move you magic quickly and thread it through the object you wanted to alter, glass was easy to do this to, and convince it that it wanted to be what you needed it to be. At least, that's how Harry understood it and it worked for him. Slowly the glass warped, and bent and became a sphere the size of a snitch. Throwing in a few more spells off the top off his head, a locater for the intended target, unbreakable charm and a few others, Harry scritched another note. He pushed on opposite sides to open the sphere, set the note inside, shut it and spelled it silver and gold, complete with delicate transparent wings.
Seamus bumped into his elbow as he stood. Lunch was nearly over, the great hall was beginning to empty. Harry slid his things into his bag and stood, making for the door. He wouldn't be able to get through the crowd to slip it to Malfoy so he figured he may as well make a scene.
"Oi Malfoy!" The blonde turned, his body language defensive. So did everyone else.
"Catch."
And he chucked it at him. Malfoy, being another seeker, grabbed the sphere automatically. He looked down at it then back up at Harry, blankly. Harry mimed opening it. The boy gave him an annoyed glare.
"What are you doing?"
Hermione stood next to him glancing back and forth between him and Malfoy.
"Throwing things at Malfoy." He answered truthfully. "I promised I would."
She blinked in confusion.
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