Dean was walking up to the third floor, where he was suppose to meet Sarah. His heart was beating faster than ever. He played nervously with his sleeve as he reached the seconod floor.
Why did she want to talk to me? What does she want to know... I just hope she doesn't want me to explain why I did it.. I don't even know myself.
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"I said I was sorry," Dean said harshly.
"That was rather rude," Goyle replied as he turned the Gryffindor around. "I think a lesson is definitely in order."
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Calm down, Thomas. Stay calm and DON'T provoke him..
"I would love to stay," he said sarcastically. "But I have to be somewhere in five minutes."
Goyle smiled. "Looks like you will have to miss this appointment." A clint of joy reached Goyle's eyes as he thought of the perfect way to inflame the Gryffindor" What is more important: a lesson about how to live in society or another date with yet another girl in a closet?"
Dean lost his temper and let his anger drive him. In a swift move, he made Goyle let go of him and pushed him against the wall. He got out his wand, and pressed the end of it against the Slytherin's throat.
"Shut. Up. Or. I. Will. Kill. You." Dean spat at him, his face only inched from the Slytherin's.
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"A little sensitive are we?," Goyle said, still smiling. "Now let go of me, or you'll regret it."
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"What are you going to do?," he added pressing his wand harder into Goyle's throat.
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