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Draco POV
Father's not going to believe what has transpired over this past month in the letter I sent him yesterday. I should also hope he does not show mother his letter in comparison to hers, for she will be quite scandalized by the exact details. That Wincester boy has quite the mouth on him. I hope father realizes that the language I used in the letter was only direct quotations. I would never utter such profanities, particularly not in front of Professor Shurley, as he tends to do.
Honestly, that boy has a death sentence…
Finishing my plate I turn to Harriet, who is in a deep debate with Theo about the Nimbus vs Comet brands and why one far surpasses the other. Clearly, Theo has been misinformed, and I find myself quite agreeing with Harriet about his mental capacities given his argument.
The Comet has absolutely nothing on the Nimbus 2001.
"I'm just saying, the Comet's are classics. You can always depend on them. While the Nimbus . . ."
Harriet cuts him off sharply, easily impassioned by such topics, simply stating "you're fucking wrong."
Blaise ever determined to wreak havoc ends his amused silence on the matter to point out "Harriet, women should not spew profanities, it's simply unbecoming."
The grin on his face gives away his otherwise undeterminable sarcasm, and Harriet shouts him an unimpressed look of fond amusement in response.
Gabriel smirks into his cupcake...where the bloody hell did he even get that?... and add his own two sense.
"Yes, Harriet, how very unbecoming of an heiress to two most noble houses", he says in an obnoxious fashion, grinning all the while.
Harriet smirks at them both, raising her glass to her lips in a delicate fashion before bothering to respond.
"I don't spew profanities", she says imperiously, placing her emptied cup back on the table, "I enunciate them clearly, like a fucking lady."
Theo spits his drink across the table, choking on his laughter.
Most, unfortunately, the regurgitated beverage manages to reach across the table, drenching me in the spittle infused pumpkin juice to the point where i am forced to reach for a napkin in order to reopen my eyes.
After I have managed to clear the foul substance from my face and successfully cowed Theo into appropriate levels of guilt, I turn to Harriet, who is still laughing.
"It's not funny", I seethe out, irritated with her lack of concern.
"Oh, of course not," she says "it's absolutely hilarious."
She turns to Theo then, still laughing, "honestly Knot, didn't you know it was unbecoming for the heir of an ancient and noble house to spew."
Gabriel high fives her. Blaise chuckles in amusement at their antics.
I scowl at all of them, "you're a Wanker, Potter. Now I have to go and change before the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students arrive. Father expects me to make a good impression you know, and I don't intend to bring such shame upon my house as you most certainly will to both of yours!"
She scoffs in return, utterly uncaring about what she seems to constantly deem as a trivial matter. I have no idea what that mutt of a godfather of hers is teaching her, but clearly, it's nothing good.
Blaise chuckles again, smirking in my direction. Oh, what is he going to do now?
"You sure your desire to look...presentable has nothing to do with the Veela students of Beauxbatons? You know, the ones every warm-blooded male wish they could see…"
Harriet scowls loudly, "seriously, Blaise? Some of us are trying to contain our lunches, thank you!"
I turn to Harriet, surprised. Surely she's not serious. She could put a Veela to shame, she must realize that.
"Honestly Harriet calm down, Veela are bred to be creatures of beauty and poise, and I mean for a regular witch, you certainly aren't doing so bad."
I watch her features go from upset to furious in one moment. This confuses me, what could I have possibly said wrong this time? At the same moment Theo, Blaise, and Gabriel all groan in unison.
"I'm not doing BAD? Oh well alright then Malfoy, I guess I'll just give up all hope of ever being as pretty as a Veela a girl." She shouts at me from the other side of the table.
"Wait, Harriet. What I meant was that Veela girls are just naturally prettier. . ."
The glass in her hand beings to crack under the pressure of her clenched fist and I pause. I can hear Theo mumble something about "giving up now" from beside me.
"What I mean to say is . . ." I try to start again.
"Don't bother, Malfoy. I think we all know exactly what you meant to say." Harriet snarls, before slamming her glass back on the table and stalking out of the great hall.
Blaise pipes up, " Well, on the bright side at least she didn't throw the glass at you."
Gabriel winces, "I'm more concerned about that burn, does anyone have any Aloe Vera."
Theo, about to take another drink from his hidden flask, pauses, "What in Merlin's name is Aloe Vera."
Gabriel slowly standing from the table, sighs dramatically, "purebloods, honestly."
Blaise shakes his head in disbelief, "Gabe, for the thousandth time, YOU ARE A PUREBLOOD."
Gabriel turns and grins, "different breed, Blaise, a different breed."
Blaise shouting after him, "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?"
I hear this all in passing only as I stare after Harriets retreating figure.
"What the Bloody hell just happened?" I ask the table.
From behind me, I hear, "Again, Fuck if I know."
I turn behind me to see the Gryffindor table and its newest resident looking just as baffled as I am. Great even Castiel's little stalker doesn't know what's happening anymore. Merlin's beard am I fucked.
AUTHORS NOTE: Hello Readers! So there's gonna be a change to the schedule for posting. I am co-writing this with my cousin who during the school year lives in a different city than me so we can only work on this when I'm home. This means I'll only be posting once a month, there should be another chapter at the end of the month beginning of march bc ill be home for reading week which means time to write together! Hope you all are enjoying so far! Leave us a review to let us know how we're doing!
-Hunter
