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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Ron Weasley stifled a giggle and couldn’t manage to meet Nott in the eye...which was a shame considering his eye placement was the least of his worries. His face had been spared, not that there was really much to look at. His body, however, lacked definition...he looked like a pepperoni pizza. A few of the other Slytherin boys were in just as bad, or worse, dire straights. He was currently working with the school nurse, hoping to get first aide credits to boost up his low potions grades. If all goes well, he should be able to squeak into Auror Training.
A whimper near the doors caught his attention and he raised an eyebrow as he got a look at who he assumed was Millicent Bulstrode. She was hairless. She was toothless...she was a little old man with a woody. He pretty much lost the battle with his giggles, not even put off when Pansy marched in with her hair on fire and buck-toothed. Sighing calmly as if she weren’t a fire hazard,” I want madam Pomfrey to put me out!”
Ron shook his head,” Parkinson what the bloody hell did you do to Harry?”
The girl sat stiffly in a chair, the only available space not occupied by the rest of her house,” Potter did not do this to me.”
Raising an eyebrow,” Spell misfire?”
She glared and wiped at the sweat forming on her temple,” This was no accident and I’ll ask you to stay out of my affairs.”
The mediwitch gave the Slytherin girls a double take before shaking her head,” Does he always have to set one of you on fire?”
Shrugging slightly,” He’s a pyromaniac...”
The little old man Millicent shook her withered hand,” Fix me! Fix me now so I can kill him!”
Rolling her eyes,” You can’t out hex Draco, Milli, now calm down.”
Ron gaped, stepping back as Parkinson was doused with a potion and the fire was put out,” Malfoy did this to you?”
Glaring,” Butt. Out. You.”
Whistling and shaking his head,” Damn...wish I knew that spell.”
Sneering,” Why, going to use it on your mudblood sweetheart?”
His eyes slitting, ignoring Millicent being rejuvenated and stretched back into shape,” You should know by now not to call her that.”
Pansy swallowed just a little, eyes lowering a tad and whispering,” Sorry.” He grunted at her without comment and she knew without a doubt she was in trouble.
Pouting, knowing she couldn’t do anything to placate him now with a quarter of her house to witness, she tapped her wand and formed a quick note, whisking it to his pocket unseen. He glanced down at his pocket before turning his back on her and returning to the other patients. < Aw, shit!! First Draco, now Ronald...ugh, this just isn’t my day.>
Her hand reached up, gently stroking the simple necklace around her neck. It wasn’t that it was expensive or breathtaking, no it was her little worry stone. Her comfort that her betroved loved her, if only in his own way. Ron twirled his wand before leaning back against the windows,” What’d you do to piss Malfoy off?”
Looking up hopefully. If he was talking, he wasn’t that mad. Giving him a wicked grin,” We hit him in a vulnerable spot.”
Ron frowned at that before his eyes slowly widened. He looked furtively around the room before stalking over. Pomfrey had just finished on her teeth and without a word he dragged the stunned brunette out of the hospital wing and down an empty corridor before pushing her into a wall. Pansy expected to be kissed senseless...she did not expect to have narrowed eyes and splotchy freckles in her face,” You did What??”
Feeling nervous, licking her lips,” I uh...I t-told Milli to...to hit him on the...um, y’know...”
Raising an eyebrow,” His bum?”
Nodding repeatedly,” Yes and I did and she did and he screamed and he hexed us to the moon and back again.”
Ron tilted his head back and sighed before giving her an expression she was very familiar with. It was his classic you-are-deeply-stupid-and-I’m-going-to-list-the-reasons-why look. Shaking his head slowly,” Flower, I’m going to go over this slowly with you in the hopes that you will understand just how much trouble you are in and how big of a mistake you just made.” Pansy gulped with a whimper,” Now, everyone who is anyone knows that Harry has two best friends...and can you name them?”
Pouting but knowing these kinds of lectures were just best if she played along,” Granger and Weasley.”
Nodding,” Correct. Now, when something happens in Harry’s life, it’s a fairly safe assumption that he might tell one of his best friends in secret...and they are?”
Sighing,” Granger and Weasley.”
Stroking a lock of her short hair,“ Follow the logic, Flower. When one of his Slytherin cohorts comes up and gives, oh, I don’t know, a pretty good indication that she knows this secret...what other deduction can he come to but that they were given this piece of private information by...”
Looking timid,”...Granger or Weasley?”
“ And being the smart Slytherin that he is, he is going to assume that either you or Millicent are my lover... or Hermione’s...and I think we both know that one: he won’t assume it’s Millicent and two: that it isn’t Hermione. Which means that Draco bloody Malfoy can out us at the opportunity of his choosing for revenge or just for the fun of it.”
Nibbling on her lip and thinking quickly,” We could threaten to tell everyone Potter spanked him.”
Sighing again and shaking his head,” Are you certain you’re a Slytherin? Pansy, he’ll do it out of spite and we both know it. Not to mention that most purebloods have no idea what a spanking is to begin with. At the very most we could tell the Prophet, which would make Harry look bad and we’d have both boys after us. He, however, could tell the Prophet and every ex-Death eater son of a whore would be after us.”
Wringing her hands,” He would never do something to get me killed.”
Scoffing,” In this case I’m more worried about what they’d do to me.”
“ I could be persuaded to offer an alternative.” Both of them froze before
slowly looking to the end of the hallway to see Draco Malfoy with his arms crossed and a positively evil smirk on his face.
Ron narrowed,” Beat it Malfoy or I’ll sick Harry on you.”
The redhead hoped and prayed Malfoy hadn’t heard all of it. He didn’t notice the blond stiffen and something flash in his eyes but it was gone before it could be analyzed. Pansy, however, was quicker and though she looked stunned she held her peace,” I haven’t been naughty so I’m not worried about Potter. You, however, should be worried if I decide to talk.”
Ron groaned and leaned his head forward. Malfoy’d heard,” What do you want?”
Ron Weasley stifled a giggle and couldn’t manage to meet Nott in the eye...which was a shame considering his eye placement was the least of his worries. His face had been spared, not that there was really much to look at. His body, however, lacked definition...he looked like a pepperoni pizza. A few of the other Slytherin boys were in just as bad, or worse, dire straights. He was currently working with the school nurse, hoping to get first aide credits to boost up his low potions grades. If all goes well, he should be able to squeak into Auror Training.
A whimper near the doors caught his attention and he raised an eyebrow as he got a look at who he assumed was Millicent Bulstrode. She was hairless. She was toothless...she was a little old man with a woody. He pretty much lost the battle with his giggles, not even put off when Pansy marched in with her hair on fire and buck-toothed. Sighing calmly as if she weren’t a fire hazard,” I want madam Pomfrey to put me out!”
Ron shook his head,” Parkinson what the bloody hell did you do to Harry?”
The girl sat stiffly in a chair, the only available space not occupied by the rest of her house,” Potter did not do this to me.”
Raising an eyebrow,” Spell misfire?”
She glared and wiped at the sweat forming on her temple,” This was no accident and I’ll ask you to stay out of my affairs.”
The mediwitch gave the Slytherin girls a double take before shaking her head,” Does he always have to set one of you on fire?”
Shrugging slightly,” He’s a pyromaniac...”
The little old man Millicent shook her withered hand,” Fix me! Fix me now so I can kill him!”
Rolling her eyes,” You can’t out hex Draco, Milli, now calm down.”
Ron gaped, stepping back as Parkinson was doused with a potion and the fire was put out,” Malfoy did this to you?”
Glaring,” Butt. Out. You.”
Whistling and shaking his head,” Damn...wish I knew that spell.”
Sneering,” Why, going to use it on your mudblood sweetheart?”
His eyes slitting, ignoring Millicent being rejuvenated and stretched back into shape,” You should know by now not to call her that.”
Pansy swallowed just a little, eyes lowering a tad and whispering,” Sorry.” He grunted at her without comment and she knew without a doubt she was in trouble.
Pouting, knowing she couldn’t do anything to placate him now with a quarter of her house to witness, she tapped her wand and formed a quick note, whisking it to his pocket unseen. He glanced down at his pocket before turning his back on her and returning to the other patients. < Aw, shit!! First Draco, now Ronald...ugh, this just isn’t my day.>
Her hand reached up, gently stroking the simple necklace around her neck. It wasn’t that it was expensive or breathtaking, no it was her little worry stone. Her comfort that her betroved loved her, if only in his own way. Ron twirled his wand before leaning back against the windows,” What’d you do to piss Malfoy off?”
Looking up hopefully. If he was talking, he wasn’t that mad. Giving him a wicked grin,” We hit him in a vulnerable spot.”
Ron frowned at that before his eyes slowly widened. He looked furtively around the room before stalking over. Pomfrey had just finished on her teeth and without a word he dragged the stunned brunette out of the hospital wing and down an empty corridor before pushing her into a wall. Pansy expected to be kissed senseless...she did not expect to have narrowed eyes and splotchy freckles in her face,” You did What??”
Feeling nervous, licking her lips,” I uh...I t-told Milli to...to hit him on the...um, y’know...”
Raising an eyebrow,” His bum?”
Nodding repeatedly,” Yes and I did and she did and he screamed and he hexed us to the moon and back again.”
Ron tilted his head back and sighed before giving her an expression she was very familiar with. It was his classic you-are-deeply-stupid-and-I’m-going-to-list-the-reasons-why look. Shaking his head slowly,” Flower, I’m going to go over this slowly with you in the hopes that you will understand just how much trouble you are in and how big of a mistake you just made.” Pansy gulped with a whimper,” Now, everyone who is anyone knows that Harry has two best friends...and can you name them?”
Pouting but knowing these kinds of lectures were just best if she played along,” Granger and Weasley.”
Nodding,” Correct. Now, when something happens in Harry’s life, it’s a fairly safe assumption that he might tell one of his best friends in secret...and they are?”
Sighing,” Granger and Weasley.”
Stroking a lock of her short hair,“ Follow the logic, Flower. When one of his Slytherin cohorts comes up and gives, oh, I don’t know, a pretty good indication that she knows this secret...what other deduction can he come to but that they were given this piece of private information by...”
Looking timid,”...Granger or Weasley?”
“ And being the smart Slytherin that he is, he is going to assume that either you or Millicent are my lover... or Hermione’s...and I think we both know that one: he won’t assume it’s Millicent and two: that it isn’t Hermione. Which means that Draco bloody Malfoy can out us at the opportunity of his choosing for revenge or just for the fun of it.”
Nibbling on her lip and thinking quickly,” We could threaten to tell everyone Potter spanked him.”
Sighing again and shaking his head,” Are you certain you’re a Slytherin? Pansy, he’ll do it out of spite and we both know it. Not to mention that most purebloods have no idea what a spanking is to begin with. At the very most we could tell the Prophet, which would make Harry look bad and we’d have both boys after us. He, however, could tell the Prophet and every ex-Death eater son of a whore would be after us.”
Wringing her hands,” He would never do something to get me killed.”
Scoffing,” In this case I’m more worried about what they’d do to me.”
“ I could be persuaded to offer an alternative.” Both of them froze before
slowly looking to the end of the hallway to see Draco Malfoy with his arms crossed and a positively evil smirk on his face.
Ron narrowed,” Beat it Malfoy or I’ll sick Harry on you.”
The redhead hoped and prayed Malfoy hadn’t heard all of it. He didn’t notice the blond stiffen and something flash in his eyes but it was gone before it could be analyzed. Pansy, however, was quicker and though she looked stunned she held her peace,” I haven’t been naughty so I’m not worried about Potter. You, however, should be worried if I decide to talk.”
Ron groaned and leaned his head forward. Malfoy’d heard,” What do you want?”