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"God, the faggot is looking at us agian. Maybe the creep's already developed a crush!" The boys snickered as the teacher gave them warning looks.
But they didn't stop, because they knew that professor Snape wouldn't say anything, because he never did.
"Just ignore them, Harry." Hermione nudge his side, shooting an angry glare at the boys. "They're just jerks looking for a reaction anyway, so they'll probably move on to annoying someone else if you just ignore them. Because then it's not fun."
"Hermione's right, you know," Ron added while sliding over an eraser. "Here."
Harry erased the messy lines, then grabbed a pen to start inking the drawing.
"Whatever, I'm used to it." He whispered back his response, because speaking clearly would mean the tears in eyes falling onto the page, and that would only increase the mocking.
"Tell ya what," Ron pulled out a twenty.
"Ninth hour is almost over, I'll get one you of those chocolate frogs from my brothers candy store on the walk home."
Both Harry and Hermione exchanged looks, before she gently said back to Ron, "Dear, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, but those taste like, well, 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨."
"WHATTTTTT????? How could you say that about my brothers creations!"
"Be honest with yourself Ron, there's a reason why kids never buy those twice."
"Seriously Harry?! Are you two trying to gang up on me????"
After the fuckass bell rang to announce the end of fuckass school the fuckass three walked down to the fuckass candy store.
When they walked in, they were greeted by George, who was being questioned by a little kid that was holding a glass bottle.
"What's this, and what does it taste like?"
"Try it out kid."
"Wait no- you have to buy it first!"
George then proceeded to wrestled with an 8 year old.
The three then decided to just go home.
"That Malfoy prick pisses me off, always acting all stuck up and rude." Ron went on his rant of the day where he would trash talk all the popular kids. "He thinks that just because his dad is the town pastor that he can walk all over people! What a bitch!"
He was then interrupted by a very very very very very very very upset Mrs. Weasley that happened to be walking past.
"RONALD! WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT SWEARING IN THIS HOUSE!"
"Uh, to not do it..?"
"RIGHT, NOW EITHER FIX YOUR LANGUAGE OR DEWEED THE GARDEN."
"Sorry mum..."
"You BETTER be. Oh, and hello to you two aswell."
Harry shyly waved at the red headed woman, too drained from the school day to say much.
After Mrs. Weasley left, ron quietly continued his complaining, Hermione joining in.
"I would punch him square in the nose if i could." Huffed Hermione, picking at her nails. "Maybe that would fix whatever's wrong with him."
"Maybe.. But his father could get your family in deep trouble."
To be completely fair, Harry DID have a crush on Draco, at least before he was outed and the bullying and mockery started. But he could never tell anyone that.