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Grubbly-Plank’s Class, 9:32am
‘Where do you think he’s got to?’ You asked, craning your neck to look at Hagrid’s empty hut. No lights, no Fang. Ron shrugged, the Bowtruckle clinging on to his fingers.
‘Thanks for your input,’ you huffed, drawing lines to label your Bowtruckle diagram.
‘Alright, bloody hell. I don’t know where he is.’ You rolled your eyes.
‘I know,’ you said, in a “that’s obvious” way.
‘You’re starting to sound like Harry.’ Ron mumbled, but before you could protest, and you really were going to, you caught Malfoy’s eye; he was pretending to cry - twisting his fists in front of his eyes, Crabbe and Goyle doing the same behind him.
‘Right,’ you said through gritted teeth, slamming down your clipboard and Bowtruckle sketch.
‘Is there a problem, Malfoy?’ You seethed, striding over to him.
‘Yes, and strangely, I believe I’m looking at it.’
‘Very witty. You’re so witty, in fact, that you’re still laughing at a joke you made almost a year ago.’ Malfoy’s smirk did not falter.
‘Because we still find it funny,’ Malfoy jabbed Crabbe in the stomach and he and Goyle began to cackle, ‘so does my Father.’
‘Well he would, wouldn’t he.’
‘If you’ve got something to say - ‘
‘Actually, yes, I have got something to say: Your father is a masochistic, controlling, brainwashed maniac, and you’ll do anything he says, and one day, you’ll turn out to be exactly the same.’ You finally breathed, only to then have the wind knocked out of you. You were on your back, clutching your stomach, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy’s laughter ringing out. A few people had started to try and look to see what was going on, but you and Ron had chosen to work up nearer the castle, as far away from Grubbly-Plank as possible. Speaking of Ron, he’d now come to your side, helping you sit up, a hand on your back.
‘You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy,’ Ron said, reaching for his wand.
‘Gonna make yourself vomit slugs again, Weasel-bee?’ You reached out your hand to lower his wand, shaking your head at him. This was exactly what Malfoy had wanted, and you knew it.
‘Don’t you ever talk about my father like that again,’ Malfoy hissed, then looking to Ron, then Crabbe and Goyle, and hesitated before continuing, ‘and don’t forget who your family is.’ You opened your mouth to say something, but found yourself totally lost for words; had he really said that? You thought you saw guilt flash across his face, but he had turned around and headed back down toward the rest of the class before you could see.
‘What does that mean?’ Ron asked, scratching his head.
‘I don’t know.’ You said, quickly.
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