"Oi! Mudblood, get back over here. I'm not done with you" of course 1/2 of the house went hysterical, then my side of the house went silent, thank god my family was on the otherside of the room.
"Repeat that, will you. I'm deaf in my right ear"I say
"I called you a mud blood, you and your whole fucking shite family. Every last gingery, weasley, wizarding abomanation" he spits. My face turns red in anger.
"Shut up" on of my friends yell but I hold up my hand to silence them. I'm just about to retort when I'm interupted.
"Oh shove it, Bartholemuel. We all know that your blood status isn't certain, mum was playing around with one of daddy's friends around the time of your conception" a deep voice I know as my boyfriend. His hooded robe falls off and his leather jacket and muggle t-shirt shows from underneath. He walks over to me. His arm wrapping around my waist, sheilding me from every ones eyes.
"I could have taken him"
"I know, and so does everyone else. You also have to remember that head- status you and I so badly want" he whispers
"I'm gonna get him back"
"Exactly what I wanted to hear" he says
"So Weasley where's the bright red skin? No steam, give me something" he says
"Sorry, but you see that trait wasn't passed to me Umbridge" I reply striking the nerve that hurts most. Only few knew his actual father was Dorles Umbridge's Son. His face drained of color. He spat and sputtered but nothing really came out.
"Ready Malfoy?" I ask, looking up at him. The pride in his eyes prize enough.
"After you Weasley" he says. I smirk, now if only he knew of the blast ended skrewt waiting in Bartholemuel's bed, the potion being pored in his drink. That's real revenge, oh and I died the rest of his wardrobe pink.