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It All Started.
Chapter 7
Becca and Donna
Harry and Ron woke the next day and made their way down to Professor McGonagal's office, not speaking to each other. She was waiting for them.
"Sit down." She ordered them sternly. "What has gotten into you two? Tell me the truth." She stared at them over the rim of her glasses.
Harry explained the reason they had been fighting. She said nothing for a moment. Harry and Ron looked extremely nervous.
"I am forced to take twenty points each from Gryffindor. And you each will receive two days' detention for fighting."
Both boys looked miserable. McGonagal stood, and they followed.
"To breakfast then." She ushered them out and down to the Great Hall, where the room was buzzing with talk over the fight. The noise stopped abruptly when Harry and Ron entered and made their way to their house table.
"Nice going Harry." Fred said, breaking the silence.
"Shut up! I could have taken him if we hadn't been interrupted." Ron said.
"Stop it, both of you." Percy exclaimed. "You both should have known better."
"You didn't hear what Ron called Hermione. He went too far." Harry explained.
"He only called her a mudblood. Which is what she is, Potty." Malfoy interrupted them. "I'm starting to like your attitude, Weasley. You should join us for a while."
Hermione bristled with anger. Harry decided it would be best to keep his mouth shut. Almost without realizing it, he placed his arm protectively around Hermione's shoulders. Ron gave a snort of disgust.
"I might just take you up on that, Malfoy."
The whole table looked at Ron in surprise, distaste evident on every face.
"Well, well. Potty and Granger. Isn't that cute." Malfoy sneered. "Having fun with the mudblood, Potty? I hear they're easy targets." He laughed.
Harry narrowed his eyes and tensed, wanting to attack him. He was stopped by Hermione whispering to him,
"Harry, he's not worth it." He nodded and stood, letting his arm fall and taking her hand.
"I wouldn't keep talking if I were you, Malfoy." He walked out, Hermione following him. Every eye on them as they left. They went in the direction of the library.
"Was that a threat, Potter?" Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had followed them. Harry tried to ignore them, but failed.
"Tonight. On the Quidditch field. If you have the guts." Malfoy challenged. He laughed and went back to the Great Hall.
"You're not actually going, are you?" Hermione asked him when they got to the library and were seated at one of the long tables.
"I can't not go." Harry said heavily.
"But you might get hurt! Not to mention a lot of trouble if you're caught." She said, turning her big brown eyes on him.
Harry sighed, knowing she was right, as usual.
"I have to, 'Mione."
"Then I'm going with you."
It All Started.
Chapter 7
Becca and Donna
Harry and Ron woke the next day and made their way down to Professor McGonagal's office, not speaking to each other. She was waiting for them.
"Sit down." She ordered them sternly. "What has gotten into you two? Tell me the truth." She stared at them over the rim of her glasses.
Harry explained the reason they had been fighting. She said nothing for a moment. Harry and Ron looked extremely nervous.
"I am forced to take twenty points each from Gryffindor. And you each will receive two days' detention for fighting."
Both boys looked miserable. McGonagal stood, and they followed.
"To breakfast then." She ushered them out and down to the Great Hall, where the room was buzzing with talk over the fight. The noise stopped abruptly when Harry and Ron entered and made their way to their house table.
"Nice going Harry." Fred said, breaking the silence.
"Shut up! I could have taken him if we hadn't been interrupted." Ron said.
"Stop it, both of you." Percy exclaimed. "You both should have known better."
"You didn't hear what Ron called Hermione. He went too far." Harry explained.
"He only called her a mudblood. Which is what she is, Potty." Malfoy interrupted them. "I'm starting to like your attitude, Weasley. You should join us for a while."
Hermione bristled with anger. Harry decided it would be best to keep his mouth shut. Almost without realizing it, he placed his arm protectively around Hermione's shoulders. Ron gave a snort of disgust.
"I might just take you up on that, Malfoy."
The whole table looked at Ron in surprise, distaste evident on every face.
"Well, well. Potty and Granger. Isn't that cute." Malfoy sneered. "Having fun with the mudblood, Potty? I hear they're easy targets." He laughed.
Harry narrowed his eyes and tensed, wanting to attack him. He was stopped by Hermione whispering to him,
"Harry, he's not worth it." He nodded and stood, letting his arm fall and taking her hand.
"I wouldn't keep talking if I were you, Malfoy." He walked out, Hermione following him. Every eye on them as they left. They went in the direction of the library.
"Was that a threat, Potter?" Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had followed them. Harry tried to ignore them, but failed.
"Tonight. On the Quidditch field. If you have the guts." Malfoy challenged. He laughed and went back to the Great Hall.
"You're not actually going, are you?" Hermione asked him when they got to the library and were seated at one of the long tables.
"I can't not go." Harry said heavily.
"But you might get hurt! Not to mention a lot of trouble if you're caught." She said, turning her big brown eyes on him.
Harry sighed, knowing she was right, as usual.
"I have to, 'Mione."
"Then I'm going with you."
