Chapter 7: Putting Salt on the Slug
"What am I going to do? What am I going to do?" Malfoy was pacing on the common grounds. I need to think of a way to get rid of Slughorn, but what on earth am I going to do? He thought to himself. Oh come on, Malfoy. You're the one and only Draco Malfoy. There are so many things to do with that schematic mind of yours….Think! Think! A voice in his said.
Suddenly, as if a light bulb went off in his head, Malfoy got a brilliant idea. He walked back to the school to find the "enemy."
"Why good evening Professor Slughorn." Malfoy walked right up to Slughorn, who was correcting papers and eating a rather large Cheese Danish.
" Hpullo, whsh aret youl?" Slughorn, looking embarrassed for talking with mouthfuls of food in his mouth, took a big swallow, and tried again. "Sorry, but I don't seem to know you. Are you new around here?" He looked at Malfoy.
"Well, yes. You could say that." Malfoy said rather slyly. "Anyways, I came here to offer you a tremendous deal you can't get anywhere else. You look about a man who loves sweets, am I right?" Slughorn nodded. "Well, I happen to own a very fine bakery, with everything you can imagine….."
"But I am trying to go on a diet…" Slughorn said, in between bites of the Cheese Danish.
"Oh, but my good sir, these sweets are magical in the most scrumptidilicious way. When you take a bite, you automatically lose a pound. Imagine if you eat eighty, you lose eighty pounds!" Malfoy was pleased that Slughorn was deeply interested, and put down the Danish.
"And where can I get these sweets?"
"I am having a stand in that closet over there, come just follow me." Slughorn followed Malfoy to a small closet in his classroom. Malfoy opened the door and the fat teacher poked his head in the closet.
"I don't see any sweets in he…..SLAM!" Malfoy slammed the door shut and locked it with a satisfying "click." The teacher could be heard banging on the door, trying to get out. But then with a whoosh! It had all stopped.
Malfoy had set a port key in the closet so that he could get rid of "that old fool," once and for all. He shan't be coming back for a long time from where he going, Malfoy thought smugly. He then quickly wrote a forged letter stating that Slughorn had become terribly sick, and couldn't teach for the rest of the year.
Malfoy walked down the corridor, back to Dumbledore's headquarters to deliver the message. This time he caught Dumbledore on the way out of his office.
"Hello Alexander, fancy seeing you again."
"Yes, it's actually very peculiar I keep needing to talk to you. Anyway, I came here to deliver you a message from that poor lad Slughorn. It seems that he has gotten very ill." Malfoy handed the letter to Dumbledore, it read it over carefully.
"Well, it seems that Slughorn will not be returning. Are you still up for a teaching position?"
"Oh yes." Malfoy rubbed his hands greedily.
