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The bet. Will it get to much for Damon and the twins. Will their families approve of this newfound friendship.
Damon Malfoy 19 years old, home was hell, and school was his safe haven, until it wasn't. With the Dark Lord looming, will Damon come...
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Whispers of a spell.
Nobodies POV
Next day. Night.
Damon was walking down the hall. Bored out of his mind. He would go to sleep but it was to early.
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Harry attempts to run down the hallway, swaying on his feet as a drunk. Blood pours down his hand, dribbling onto the floor.
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Damon eyes widen when he smells blood and he speeds into the direction. He spots a weak Harry. He runs to his side.
"Merlin! Harry, what the hell happened!" Damon yells "izzs nothing." Harry slurs
Harry collapses into Damon's arms. "Let me take you to the hospital." Damon says "no no! I'll be fine! Just take to my dorm." Harry yells
Damon sighs reluctantly and he carries Harry in his arms. Harry's head lulls back, struggling to stay awake.
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Damon walks towards the portrait hole back to the Gryffindor common rooms. It stands open, and Harry and Damon pass through it.
"Why do you guys keep this open." Damon whispers
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The Quidditch team stands around, talking. Ron shouts when he spots Harry.
Everything stops as they take in the sight of Harry, pale and gaunt, laying almost unconscious in Damon's arms, with one hand clutching his scar and the other hanging limply at his side, covered in blood.
"Harry--bloody hell!" Ron yells
Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione run to his side. They don't take him from Damon's arms, but they surround them.
"He's got to be taken to the hospital wing." Hermione says "No. Can't give...Umbridge the satisfaction..." Harry says weakly.
"Umbridge did this?" Fred ask "You said she was making you do lines!" Ron yells
Damon lays Harry against the couch, letting the teen clutch at him.
"She is. But the quill has some sort of spell on it. It uses blood for ink." Harry says "That old hag! She's sick!" Hermione yells
Hermione looks horrified. "Oh, Harry. You've got to go to Dumbledore. You can't keep this up." Hermione says
"No, I'm not telling anyone." Harry says
"Harry, I really think you should tell--" Hermione says "No!" Harry yells
Harry stands up straight. "I don't need his help. I don't need anyone's help." Harry says
He pushes past them and limps up into the boys' dorm.
"Thank you Damon, for finding him and bringing him to us." Hermione says "it's no problem kid. That old hag is a total bitch." Damon says
"Someone needs to teach her a lesson." Ron says "that I can do, hey Weasleys, can I ask for a favor." Damon ask
"To get back at Umbridge, anything." Fred and George says
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Damon slaunters up to Umbridge, he sends her a charming smirk. "Have I ever told you how much I appreciate your hard work." Damon ask
"It is my pleasure dear." Umbridge says with a fake smile.
Damon forces a smile on his lips. And he presents her with a cake. "I've made you this cake as a show of appreciation. It's chocolate flavored with a lemon zest." Damon says
"Ohh thank you." Umbridge says, taking the cake from his hands.
Umbridge hums and she walks off.
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Damon smirks as he meets up with the twins. "You know she's only going to punish you." Fred says "I know, I have a plan for that too." Damon says, crossing his arms with a playful glint in his eyes.
"God that's hot." George breaths
Damon smirks while George's eyes widen in realization. "I'm flattered that you think so." Damon teases
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"Malfoy!!!!" Umbridge screeches
There was loud laughter as Umbridge stomps down the hall. She looked horrifying, she was painted green, head to toe.
Damon smirks as she stomps over to him. Stefan sighs. "What the hell Damon." Stefan says
It's not that it wasn't amusing, it's their last year. And now their in Umbridges shit list.
"Your looking green Umbridge, are you feeling under the weather." Damon mocks
If she could, Umbridge would've redden with anger. "Detention. In. My. Office. Now!!!!!" Umbridge screeches
Damon smirks and he uncrosses his arms. "With pleasure, Umbitch." Damon sneers
The Weasleys weren't far, staring wide eyed. "We're doomed brother." George breaths "I know." Fred says, it wasn't at all hard to fall for him.
They watch as Damon walks past them with a smirk, sending them a wink.
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With a crazed look in her eyes, she slams a piece of paper and blood red quill. "You'll be writing lines Mr. Malfoy." Umbridge says, trying to settle the hysteria in her voice.
Damon smirks and he takes the quill in his hand. "Aren't you going to fix that." Damon teases, motioning over her body.
Umbridge twitches. "Are you write 500 lines." Umbridge sneers
She turns, with a sinister grin on her lips. She misses the smirk that takes place on Damon's lips as his lips hover the quill, whispering a quick spell.
Umbridge turns, hearing his whisper. "What did you say." Umbridge ask "oh sorry, I was just wondering where is the ink." Damon ask innocently.
Umbridge sends him a tight smile. "You won't be needing ink, just begin." Umbridge says
"Of course. And what will you have me write." Damon says "you will write, I shall not prank my professors." Umbridge says
Damon rolls his eyes but he let's his grin play on his lips as he begins writing. Umbridge watches with a excited look on her face.
Suddenly she feels searing pain in her hand and she yelps, staring down at her hand as the words, I shall not prank my professors, appears.
"What are you doing! Quite that!" Umbridge yells "oh dear, is that supposed to happen." Damon ask, bringing his hand up in faux shock.
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Damon walks out of Umbridges office with a self satisfied grin. He knew Umbridge couldn't say anything against him, due to his father, so she had to keep what he did to herself.
The twins quickly make their way to Damon's side. "So? What happened?" Fred ask
Suddenly Umbridge runs out of her office and to the medical ward. "That happened." Damon says, biting his bottom lip.
They spot the trail of blood before turning to a amused Damon.
"Holy fuck." George breaths, his eyes wide as he lets his dark eyes roam Malfoys body.
Fred was practically doing the same, his jaw slightly ajar.
Damon lifts his eyebrows in suggestion. "You know I can see you eyeing me from here." Damon teases
