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A/N: Okay, so here it is. And thanks for the reviews…. At least I know someone out there is actually reading this and likes it enough to review it!
Chapter 3
Ferret sat down next to me, and I saw eyes that were bloodshot—from crying. This brought the events of last night crashing back down into my massive brain, and I smirked at him. Blackmail material… hee, hee…
"So, do you plan on doing any work or are you just going to sit there and dump it all on me?" I asked snidely. Malfoy shook his head, and got out of his seat.
"Well, you're the smart one… you can do it." He smirked right back at me. My smirk grew, just a little. I hit him over the head with my Potions textbook, and snickered quietly while he rubbed a spot on his head that I was sure it would transform itself into a lovely bruise come tomorrow.
"Unless you want the whole school to know where your favorite alcove to cry in is, I would suggest you get the ingredients for the potion and that you stop calling me a mudblood. After all… it would be easy to tell, say Lavender about crybabies." (After all, she is the biggest gossip in the entire school) Ferret face looked at me incredulously. "And don't deny it. I saw you—it was that one tapestry with the battle between the shadows and the lights… kind of ironic if you ask me. "Well, I did see him… I just didn't have to physically look behind the tapestry—though he doesn't have to know that. Malfoy huffed under his breath at me, and mumbled something that suspiciously sounded like "fine"; got up, and slinked like a kicked cat to the pile of ingredients in the classes' stores. I watched him shuffle around, and pick out the ingredients one by one, before coming back and dumping it all on the table.
"Here." He grumbled. I just smiled and nodded at his sour mood. I looked at the textbook double check that I had the potion memorized, before taking some of the knotgrass and dung beetles, chopping and mashing them up, and dumping them in the cauldron.
It's short, but oh well. I need to really plan ahead some… so, happy holidays!