Title: Revenge Sweet or Not?

Author: Gia

E-Mail: divinechild18hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Time: 5th year.

Summary: [Sequel] Draco has an annoying voice in his head. Harry's got a psycho pendant. Firenze is possessed. And Voldemort's got a secret weapon. What more could you want?

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author Notes: I've decided a sort of sequel to "The Love Note". It seemed kind of harsh on Draco, so I thought I could make something to compensate for him. Who knows, maybe I can turn this into a future slash. But right now, the only thing on Draco's mind is.. revenge.

'Just who does Potter think he is!?' Draco thought angrily, barely masking his rage as he kept his back straight, and ignoring the snickers following him.

Crabbe and Goyle followed behind loyally, either ignoring the other students for his sake, or not knowing what was going on. Stopping for a moment, he regained his composure and walked elegantly into the Charms room with the Ravenclaws. A few turned his way, and snickered. He pointedly ignored them and took a seat.

'Oh, Potter would pay. He would pay.'

"Harry! That was bloody wicked! Where'd you get that idea!" Ron exclaimed, clapping him on the shoulder.

Harry grinned, eyes dancing merrily. "It just sort of came to me. Besides, I was tired of people saying I was some perverted pansy who got kicks from gay arrogant pricks."

Silence. "No one ever said that Harry."

"….Oh."

The awkwardness was destroyed when the other Gryffindor boys came in laughing. "Harry, old boy, we didn't know you had it in you." Dean said, grinning like mad.

Everything before was forgotten, as they thought about more things that could've happened to Malfoy. Laughing loudly, it immediately died down when Neville spoke up. "What if he gets back at you, Harry?"

"Hm, he can try, but I wouldn't worry about it."

"Yeah but, you know the saying, Harry. What goes around--"

"Goes around and around?" supplied Ron grinning.

They all laughed and threw various objects at each other that lay scattered on the floor. Which mainly consisted of socks and clothes.

"Hey guys, aren't we late for Transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs?"

A mad dash for books ensued. In five minutes, they all ran down the stairs and straight for their class. Running round the corner, they ran straight into the Transfiguration room, landing in a heap on the ground.

"Well, boys, you are all 20 minutes late. I suggest you get in your seats before I deduct points."

All equally embarrassed, they shuffled to their seats, pulling out quills and parchment.

"Today, we'll be working on a transfiguring…."

"Can you believe it? She gave us three rolls of parchment, just to write about transfiguring books into beds!? How can we possibly do that!?" Ron complained.

"Hey, what's our next class?" Harry cut in.

"It's Care of Magical Creatures." Hermione replied, checking her table.

Ron groaned.

The trio trudged outside and headed towards Hagrid's hut. The rest of the Gryffindors' were already there. They snaked their way around other students to stand in front. In front of them, it looked like small furry little balls.

"Puffskeins!" Hagrid exclaimed proudly. "Who can tell me what they are?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand and gave a textbook answer. Though it seemed more opinionated. "They are cute, furry, and custard colored. They don't mind being thrown around, being a great pet for young people. They are very easy to care for, and purrs when it is happy. However, you should feed it regularly, because when it is very hungry, it grabs food from the kitchen with it's long tongue. It is also known," she gave a small grimace, "for eating children's boogers."

At this, the class promptly burst out laughing. After taking a few notes, Hagrid let them spend the rest of the class playing with the Puffskeins. Some were throwing the cute furry things, back and forth to each other. For once, everyone was carefree, without a care in the world.

A definite improvement, Harry thought vaguely, as he quickly caught one of the Puffskeins, and threw it back to Ron.

When class was over, they all headed towards the shade that was Hogwarts. Still energized from running and playing with the Puffskeins, they had all worked up an appetite. You can imagine the spectacle they made at dinner, all acting like ravenous barbarians.

Save for girls, and a few boys. "'ey. Cou ya ash me da ash utatuhs?" Ron said through a mouthful. Hermione crinkled her nose, regretting sitting in front of Ron, giving her full view of what he was eating.

The talk amongst them mainly consisted of grunts and other unintelligible sentences.

Chattering and laughing were all punctuated with a small explosions and various fireworks flying around the table, courtesy of Fred and George. Though, it was quickly stopped by their Head of House, who threatened to deduct a hefty amount of points if they didn't stop.

After eating, everyone was comfortably full and sleepy. So they all headed straight for beds, Hermione lead some of the first years, since they had apparently forgotten where to go, and were heading for the boys dorms. They boys trudged respectively to their beds and lay down. All lulled to sleep by the familiar snores of a certain red-head.

Meanwhile, a certain devious Slytherin was up. With only candlelight as his light source, he flipped through a large book. Eyes scanning over words and words of Latin. He had gotten over what happened. What he needed to focus on, was getting back. Either Potter didn't think he wouldn't retaliate, or he just plain forgot, but he made no inclination to rub it in.

Far from being deterred, it just spurred him to think of something.. Naughty. What he needed was .… his lips curled into a grin. Perfect.

A/N: Oh! A cliffhanger!! Haha.. Hope this chapter didn't totally suck..