1Disclaimer: I don't own the canon stuff. Otherwise, why would I write fanfiction? If I owned the stuff wouldn't it just become canon? I do own the Alaries, however. So basically if they're not canon, they're mine.
Also this is a collab with StupidOneShots (based on a roleplay). So yeah, go check them out because I just went with the flow :)
(Oh p.s. Fin is writing Olly's POV, Semo's writing Draco's.)
Enjoy!
CHAPTER 3:
Ron saw Draco first and immediately nudged Harry. "Oi, Harry, 'Mione," he whispered. Or attempted to.
Hermione glanced up from her book. "Huh? Oh. Not again...Hey, where's the guy that's always hanging around with him? He wasn't in the library earlier and there's a good bit of Ancient Rune homework this week."
Harry looked at Malfoy and then back at Ron. "What is he doing? Why's he heading to the Room? And, oh, that guy? He's very strange," he nodded.
"Shush, Harry, he's literally right there!" Hermione hissed at him. "Come on, let's just go we can deal with this later-"
Draco rolled his eyes at the trio. "Granger, I can hear you quite clearly, and no, you will not "deal" with anything later. What the hell are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be in the Gryffindor common room with everyone singing their praise to their Golden Boy who just came out of the hospital wing?"
"What? Why would we be doing that, we already missed the party!" Ron said indignantly at the same time Hermione said, "It's the middle of a school day, there's no reason to have a party."
Harry just looked at them, confused, since they both said something completely contradicting. He shook his head and faced Malfoy. "No one has to sing me any praise, Malfoy. Besides, we can ask you the same thing! What are you doing here?"
(It was purely hilarious to anyone (read: one of the Hogwarts ghosts hovering nearby) how Hermione and Ron were fighting over whether they were allowed to punch Malfoy yet via eye communications and nonverbal sparring. Although the occasional hissed whisper could be heard...)
"It's none of your business," Draco said snidely. "Now, if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you stopped following me." He glared at them all.
"We were going the exact opposite direction," Ron pointed out as Hermione pushed past to walk down the hall (and dragged Ron behind her as she did so).
Draco rolled his eyes. "I do not care, Weasel," he said, making shooing motions with his hand.
Ron opened his mouth to retort to Draco's comment. And he would have, if a certain over-studious muggleborn Slytherin didn't come barreling down the hall, chasing after a rogue pigeon who had a certain someone's earring clutched in her beak. Of course, he was also cussing a mile a minute as he did so.
He apparently also forgot he had a wand. And he didn't see Harry and co. whatsoever, instead ending up knocking Harry and Ron over and landing on top of them.
His pigeon flew around him in taunting circles while her owner groaned something about "dumb birds."
Draco stared.
Harry groaned in pain, disoriented and having no idea what just happened.
"Weren't you supposed to be studying?" Draco demanded. He sighed. Now he couldn't go check on his project.
"The bird stole my earring. Can't lose that thing, I spent way too much effort getting that thing in the first place to afford a replacement." Olly got off the other two people. "Not my fault they were in the way. Besides, you're supposed to be in the library or something, not walking around doing whatever."
"Can't you just...Accio the stupid earring?" Harry said, huffing as he stood up and dusted his robes after helping Ron to his feet.
"Wow, Potter, you actually said something smart for once," Draco said, half-serious.
"Haha, very funny. It's not like I'm a wizard-" Olly started to say before it hit him. His face morphed from one of annoyance to one of pure embarrassment. "Oh. Ok. Wow. I am...I am a complete idiot, how did I even pass any of my classes? I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier, I'm magic. Accio earring! Ugh, I just wasted my time, precious time I could have spent studying-" Olly was slowly working himself into a frenzy and had smashed his face into the nearest available wall, which the nearby painting was both amused and annoyed by.
Draco slapped his forehead. Repeatedly. "Why the bloody hell am I friends with that...that...ugh."
Ron and Harry were lightly chuckling, while Hermione was at least trying to hide the fact she found this very amusing. As the muggleborn who often forgot she was a witch in her younger years, she could unfortunately relate.
Olly was...well, his dignity was definitely gone at this point. He stalked off at long last amidst the laughter from Ron (and some from Harry), grumbling about evil pigeons and dumb brains without waiting for Draco.
Draco sighed in resignation. He wasn't going to do anything productive tonight. He gave Harry and Ron the stink eye, and Hermione a sneer, then walked back to the common room. He would have to wake up very early if he wanted anything done.
By the time he got back, Olly was long gone and huddled under a giant pile of blankets he'd found around the room, pondering his life choices. Draco didn't spare him a glance as he passed by him and sat by the fire, both boys sitting in near silence.
"I'm going to bed," Draco said after a while as he stretched and held back a yawn. However, Olly was, for once, sleeping like a normal human being. His rogue bird was, as usual, perched on his head, evidently having been mildly forgiven for her crimes against her master. Draco just shook his head and left Olly to sleep, not wanting to deal with the anger of a half-asleep Olliverro.