Chapter 1: Weasels and Mud
Draco Malfoy was running up the stairs to his dorm. When he got there, he headed straight for the mirror. He surveyed the damaged on his body. He had a black eye and bruised shoulder and arm. He had a slight limp in his left leg also. "Stupid Potter…" he muttered.
Earlier that day Malfoy had been calling Hermione names, "You sick little mudblood; you shouldn't be allowed at this school…"
"Watch it, Malfoy," Harry said.
"What are you going to do, Potter? Sick your Weasel on me?" Malfoy replied.
Harry turned bright red, his anger boiling up inside him. Ron was getting a little tense, too.
"C'mon, Potter! Are you scared that I will hurt you, your little mudblood, and your Weasel?" Malfoy was enjoying this.
Harry was getting so angry that he was about to squeeze his hands off.
"Oh, very threatening, Potter. I'm sure your tight fists will help you when your Weasel needs a walk!"
And with that, Harry lunged for him. He knocked Malfoy on the floor and just started beating him. Malfoy cried out in pain as Harry's fist smashed his face and arm. Ron was laughing and Hermione was gawking. Ron finally pulled Harry off of him before a teacher could come. They ran back to Gryffindor tower.
Malfoy slowly staggered up as a teacher walked by.
"What happened to you?" inquired Snape.
"Nothing. I just…er…fell down the stairs."
"Reckless children…be the death of me…I…" mumbled Snape as he continued on his way.
Malfoy let out a sigh of relief and headed back to the Slytherin Common Room. "Crabbe; Goyle; where are you two bumbling idiots?" inquired Malfoy as he entered the room. There was no response. "CRABBE! GOYLE!" he yelled. Nothing. Where could they be? He asked himself. Maybe they are down in the Great Hall, still eating… Yes, that's it… still eating…he told himself over and over again. He couldn't help but feel alone. He left the room and headed down towards the Great Hall.