Chapter Nine
Pretending to Poison a Weasel
"Weasley? I put poison in your casserole," Draco said, simply.
"What? And to think I'm enjoying this? No!" Ron flung the plate to the floor, causing the plate to shatter into a million pieces.
"Now, you have to pay for that. It's twenty sickles, though you probably can't able to pay for that little amount," Draco said, blankly. But inside, he was dying. He was about to explode in laughter any moment now.
"But I have no sickles! I only have..." Ron trailed off, placing his hands inside his pockets, "one sickle and two knuts. Oh for Godric's sake, why am I thinking of money, when I'm going to die any second now?" Ron paced around the room, thinking what he should do for this last time before he died.
Hermione shot Draco a glare, knowing very well that Draco was only saying he put poison in Ron's casserole for his own amusement. Draco smirked at her, and watched the scene taking place in front of him.
"Oh no! I' going to die! I haven't even eaten enough food in my life! I haven't gotten my Appartation's License yet. I haven't-" Ron then turned to Draco, "you. This is all your fault. If you hadn't put-" Ron dramatically fell down to the ground, cutting off his own sentence and closing his eyes.
That was it. Draco, Harry, and Blaise burst out, laughing. They couldn't help it. Ron was being to dramatic. Harry fell down to the floor, still laughing hardly, while Draco was clutching the sides of his stomach. Blaise stayed on his seat, but that didn't stop him from laughing so hard, that he was banging on the table with his fist, and his other hand clutching his stomach, which was hurting.
"What? Am I still alive?" Ron asked, his eyes shooting open. He pressed his hands over his chest to realize he was breathing. "I'm alive! I'm alive!" Ron jumped up, and did a little victory dance, until he noticed everyone, yes including the girls laughing. "Hah! I guess your poison didn't work after all, Malfoy," Ron said, victoriously smiling.
"That's because I didn't put any poison into your casserole," Draco said, gathering his composure and once again staring at Ron expressionless.
"Yo-you didn't put any poison into my casserole?" Ron stuttered. And the whole time he was worrying about dying?
"Correct," Draco said. "And that plate is porcelain so you have to actually pay three galleons. That is if you have any galleons at all." Draco snickered, and went inside the kitchen to clean up his plate.
Ron gaped at the back of Draco, and mumbled to himself. Then he took a glance at Pansy who was still slamming his hands on the table, and laughing at Ron. Tears streamed down her face, causing a bit off mascara to leak. Her pale face tinged with bright pink, and her dark brown, wavy hair caressed her cheeks again. She was beautiful. He had noticed her beauty before, but her nasty comments had forced him to think of her as nothing but a murderer. A Death Eater. He blushed slightly as he saw Pansy lock eyes with him. He then quickly turned away, mentally scolding himself for acting like a girl.
"Right then. I suppose I'll just help Draco clean the dishes," Blaise said, standing up.
"Sorry Blaise, but does it look like I'm a house elf to you? If you're interested you're free to clean all the other dishes," Draco said, shrugging. Right now, I have to find a way to mend the Vanishing Cabinet, Draco thought. He could feel eyes boring into him, and directed his glare to the person who dared to stare at him. Hermione of course. She was glaring at Draco. Probably because of his comment on house elves. She was the founder of S.P.E.W after all. Whatever that meant. "Do you have a problem, Granger?" He sneered.
Hermione darkened her glare even more, if that was possible and said, "I really don't think that was a proper comment, Malfoy. House elves are our equal, understood? They do deserve better than poor treatment from the likes of your family!"
"Are you insulting my family, Granger?" Draco asked, defensively. "Well, I'll have you know that at least my family are purebloods unlike your dirty blood! At least, my family can afford things that are necessity in life instead of protecting the lower castes!" Draco knew he said the wrong thing because deep down inside he didn't feel like that. Deep down, he felt weak. He didn't mean to hurt people. But if his father or the Dark Lord heard that he was being nice to muggles, they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Not even his father.
Hermione fumed, and marched up to Draco. And before Draco knew it, he felt his face turn to the side, and a stinging pain on his cheek. He touched his cheek, and anger flared into him. Hermione Granger, the bossy know-it-all mudblood had slapped him. She slapped him! And hard!
"That's what you deserved, Malfoy for being the arrogant and conceited git you are!" Hermione hissed, before stomping up the stairs into the sanctuary of her bedroom- well her and Ginny's bedroom.
Everyone stood silent for a moment. The only noise that could be heard was the heavy breaths from Draco and shuffling of feet.
I deserved it. I deserved being slapped by her. I was so cruel to her these past five years. Why am I suddenly thinking of her benefit? This is for me! I don't want to die! I don't want my mother to die because of my idiotic mistake, Draco thought, rubbing his cheek with his hand.
"So Harry? Would you like some Red Vines?" Ron asked, breaking the silence.
"Sure, Ron," Harry said, wanting to be anywhere but in the dining room. He quickly walked upstairs leaving a nervous Ron, running after him.
The Boiling Point of Hermione Granger
Hermione slammed the door shut, and pushed herself to her bed, wiping away angry tears that leaked down her cheeks. Why was she getting so worked up over this anyways? Didn't he always make her angry? Was it that he had insulted S.P.E.W or was it that he had insulted her parents? Just thinking of her innocent parents, made her cry. Tears started streaming down Hermione's cheeks fastly. She stared at her hand. The hand that slapped Draco Malfoy today and the hand that punched Draco Malfoy in third year. She smiled slightly at that memory. She looked at her slightly pink palm that was more pinker than it should be.
There was a knock on the door, and Hermione said, "Go away! I know it's you Ginny!"
But that didn't stop Ginny from opening from barging in, and looking around for her. "Hermione!"
"What Ginny?" Hermione snapped. She didn't mean to be so harsh, but she couldn't help it. Ginny didn't seem to mind at all, since she was used to sobbing or brokenhearted friends.
"Listen, you can't get affected by Malfoy so easily. He's just a git. He's always been doing this to you, and now you break down again just like in third year? Mione, you've got to stay strong. The war is coming soon! There are going to be many people who you dearly love who might also be gone that day," Ginny said, softly.
"Please don't remind me. It's bad enough running around and breaking five hundred rules a day to help Harry defeat... Voldemort," Hermione said, sobbing.
"Mione. You have to be strong. For Harry," Ginny said, pulling Hermione into a hug.
Both of them blinked away tears, and smiled at each other.
"I think I will help Zabini in the kitchen," Ginny said, sheepishly getting up.
Hermione raised an eyebrow and was about to reply, when Ginny glared at her.
"Don't even say anything, Hermione Jean Granger," Ginny said, dangerously.
"Oh alright," Hermione said, sighing. She smiled as Ginny walked out of the room.
Hermione headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Instead of buck-teeth, her teeth were perfectly straight, being that her parents were dentists. As she headed out of the bathroom, she caught a flash of platinum haired boy, and she quickly dashed into her and Ginny's bedroom.
Merlin, why does he make me feel this way? Hermione thought, as she cuddled against the silky blanket. Her heart was beating fast, and she felt confused because hadn't he just insulted her family and now he was making her feel so giddy?
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