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A Disgrace Upon Both
Dirty Laundry
Today was the day the whole school had anticipated for. The first round of the Triwizard Tournament. The crowd was roaring in the stands that circled the stadium, excited for the outcomes of the first task. Hermione, Ron and I sat together clapping and cheering away, even though the weather was quite nippy. It was nice to finally have some balance back into my life. I just needed Ron and Harry to make peace and then I'd have my parents to worry about. Fred and George were going around recording bets for people and selling Tournament merchandise.
"Fancy a bet?" George grinned mischievously.
"I thought the teachers banned bets," Ron said.
"They did, before Dumbledore decided to participate," He chuckled.
"5 Galleons on Potter," I said handing him pile of coins.
"Gambling on someone's life isn't funny," Hermione cried outraged.
"To win," I corrected, she rolled her eyes. "Besides this is hardly gambling, merely an investment. We all know Harry's gonna slay some dragon butt," I said as George handed me my ticket.
"Actually the odds against Harry are 99 to 1," George said.
"Don't you two have any morals?" Hermione asked.
George and I exchanged our shrugged glances. "Don't shoot the messenger," George defended. Before Hermione could retort he boasted, "BETS! BETS! PLACE YOUR BETS HERE!"
"20 Galleons on Diggory," A boy said from behind me, outstretching his arm over my shoulder.
"Big spender are we?" George smiled accepting the money. I turned my gaze up the boy's arm to his chest to see a 'POTTER STINKS' badge. Probably some silly Hufflepuff, I thought. I looked up to see the gruesome face of Malfoy, immediately I squinted my eyes sending him daggers. "Nice doing business with you," George said nodding his head and continued his way through the stands. "KRUM ENTHUSIAST? DELACOUR DEVOTEE? CEDRIC AFICIONADO? OR A POTTER FOLLOWER? PLACE YOUR BETS HERE THEN!" He bellowed.
I whipped my head around at Malfoy and let out a scoff. He looked back down at me looking disgusted at the site of me. "What are you lookin' at?" He scowled.
"The Amazing Bouncing Ferret," I smirked. Mentally thanking Ron for the quirky nick name he dubbed Malfoy with.
"You better shut you mouth while you're ahead Moore," He threatened sharpening his stone-like eyes.
"Or what? You'll bite my finger like you did with Goyle?" I chortled.
"I'll bite your whole bloody hand off if you don't shut your gob," He hissed.
"Oh why don't you crawl back into Crabbe's pants from where you came from?" I mocked, Hermione and Ron couldn't help but let out a snicker. I could see Malfoy's face turn tomato red in rage which only made me feel even happier. I was in the zone today, probably because I had my friends back which gave me more confidence. It felt incredibly wrong but incredibly right at the same time. So this is why Malfoy's always taunting people. "Looks like the teacup was right eh?" I cackled. "I'm not surprised, my predictions are always right," I said with a hint of cockiness. I couldn't help but try to rub it in his face even more, it was complete pay back for the times he's annoyed me. I was merely giving him a taste of his own medicine and he obviously wasn't liking it.
"If you're so sure of yourself then why don't we make a little bet?" Malfoy proposed.
"But I already placed one with George," I said dumbfounded.
"No you twit, between us. If Potter loses - which he will, you have to be my personal slave for a month," He smirked. I could see that small glint in his eye which made me see he was up to something.
I pondered over it, their was no way Harry would lose, so I was sure to win. And it would be nice to have Malfoy as a personal slave... "But if Potter wins, you have to be my personal slave for a month," I said. "And you can't wear that stupid badge of yours," I added.
"Fine, but if I win you have to wear it," He said holding out his hand.
"But what if Harry loses Alex?" Ron asked.
"Which means you lose too," Hermione said.
"Granger's actually got a point for once," Malfoy interrupted. "Even your friend's are doubting Potter," He leered, I sent him a glance.
"Alex if you shake his hand then that secures a legal, magical binding, verbal contract between the two of you," Hermione explained.
"I'm also at risk of getting fleas from this ferret," I replied and saw Malfoy shoot me a glance. "But the opportunity's to good to pass up," I finished. "Deal!" I smiled smugly clasping his hand.
"I'm going to check up on Harry," Hermione sighed disappointed with my decision.
I turned back around standing next to Ron with my arms folded, feeling arrogant about myself. "You've just potentially sold your soul to the devil," Ron said.
The canon boomed which meant the games were to begin and Hermione had finally joined us. "That Rita Skeeter is nosy lil' git," Hermione cursed.
"What she do?" Ron asked.
"Just don't be surprised at the latest issue of The Daily Prophet," She replied folding her arms crossed.
"Our first Champion to compete is Cedric Diggory, up against the Swedish Short-Snout," The announcer boomed from the speakers. We watched the glimmering, slivery blue dragon let out a howl that emitted a blue flame. Cedric transfigured a rock into a dog that distracted the dragon. As Cedric approached the egg the dragon snapped it's head back to him and surged out blazing, blue flames at him. But triumphantly Cedric retrieved the Golden Egg and passed the task. I took a quick glimpse around to see the smug look on Malfoy's face, he actually thought he was going to win. I just needed to keep my trust in Harry strong.
"Our second Champion is Fleur Delacour, against the Common Welsh Green!" The announcer said. Fleur was such a small, petite girl. It was hard to watch her up against the enormous jade colored giant. But she managed to be doing fine as she enchanted the dragon to sleep. Thud. It collapsed to the ground sound asleep, causing it to shake a bit, the vibrations traveling throughout the stadium. As she went to retrieve the egg, the dragon let out a ghastly snore and let out a flare of fire that created a small blazing patch on her skirt. She pampered herself down, extinguishing it and collected the egg.
"Our third Champion is Viktor Krum! Against the Chinese Fireball!" The announcer said. The dragon had scarlet red scales that were smooth with tiny golden spikes. It's snout was stubby and it's eyes bulged out of it's head. Viktor used the Conjunctivitis Curse to blind the dragon, causing it to stumble around and accidently stomp on a few of the real eggs. He finally reached for the egg and won, but was deducted points because the dragon had smashed a few eggs.
"And last but not least, our fourth Champion, Harry Potter! Against the Hungarian Horntail!" The announcer said. We all let out a cheer for Harry as he stepped into the rocky stadium. He ran for the Golden Egg that sat in the middle, which was his first mistake. The black scaled dragon whipped it's spiky tail at him. Luckily he had managed to dodge it's attack, but it's yellow, protruding eyes stared intently at him with a savage hunger.
"Mother of Merlin!" I jumped flabbergasted at the sight of the deadly looking beast. I was terrified for Harry's life.
"My brother Charlie told me about these. They're one of the most vicious breeds," Ron said.
"Potter doesn't stand a chance," I heard Malfoy laugh with Crabbe and Goyle from behind. "By the way," He began, leaning down to speak into my ear, "I get my laundry sent home, but the boys here don't. Be careful, Goyle's socks bite from being dirty for so long," He said in his arrogant tone.
I gagged in disgust at the thought of doing Crabbe and Goyle's laundry, I didn't even want to imagine the horror. Harry couldn't do this to me! But he couldn't do this to himself either, I knew Harry wouldn't give up. "It's not over yet," I hissed.
"Your pig-ignorance amazes me sometimes," He laughed. I turned my focus back to Harry who had summoned his Firebolt. He flew around the field, avoiding the dragon's flames, alluring it's attention off the eggs. He dove back down with turbo speed and successfully snatched the egg. I gasped in amazement as the crowd howled in applaud for his success.
"Harry Potter and Viktor Krum tied in first place. Cedric Diggory in second place. Fleur Delacour in third," The announcer said.
"No way..." Malfoy choked.
I snapped my head around wearing most egotistical smirk anyone has ever seen. He stared back at me, his icy eyes narrowing sharply, sending me a deadly glare. "This is way to good to be true," I sniggered in disbelief. Malfoy let out a raging disgruntled snarl and stormed away from his seat, with Crabbe and Goyle following behind of course. "Wait!" I called out running up to him as he stopped at the stairs.
"What?" He growled, gnashing his teeth together.
"I get my laundry sent home too, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind doing Harry's and Ron's. I have to warn you, Ron's 'delicates' are not so delicate," I snickered. He let out a growl and whipped back around.
"Harry I'm so proud of you!" I exclaimed embracing him into a choking, bear hug.
"Thanks," He grinned. The Common Room was packed with many students having a celebration for Harry's first victory.
"Come one Harry, what's in the egg?" Fred asked.
"You guys wanna see what's in the egg?" Harry yelled to everyone.
"Yeah!" Everyone cheered. He smiled and smacked his hand on the top of the Golden Egg. It split into four pieces revealing a flaming orange ball that erupted a high pitched screeching that caused everyone to grasp their ears in agony. It even caused the portraits on the wall to clench their ears. He stumbled around to shut it quickly and everyone sighed in relief.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron cried appearing from the crowd. An awkward silence grew as he approached Harry.
"I think we should leave you two alone," Hermione said nudging me with her elbow.
We walked a few paces away from the boys to let them reconcile things with one another. We watched them exchange glances from serious to a sincere grin at one another. "How come it's so easy for boys to make up?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.
The boys turned around to face us. "Because we're not so melodramatic like girls are," Ron answered.
"You guys didn't speak to each longer than Hermione and I did!" I protested.
"Alright, alright. Don't get your knickers in a twist," Ron said rolling his eyes.
"Speaking of knickers, I got Malfoy to do your laundry for a month," I told the boys.
Harry raised an eyebrow at me in confusion. "No way am I trustin' him. He'll probably wash my clothes in itchin' potion," Ron scoffed.
"If he even dares to I'll just make him wear it until he learns how to wash them properly," I laughed.
After the celebration we all went up to our dorms for bed. I found a letter resting on my pillow and I already knew it was from my parents. I'm surprised that they didn't send me a Howler back for what I told them, well 'howled' at them. I opened up the letter and began to read:
Dear Alex,
The Howler your mother and I received the other day was very 'clear' on your demands. You're lucky your mother begged me not to send one back and we discussed the situation. We do not wish to see you run off with a... muggle, so we both settled to an agreement, you should be thankful Lucius Malfoy was there to help us with the decision. If you somehow can relinquish your record of mischief by the end of the school year then we will not send you to Beauxbatons Academy. However, if you do something like open up the Chamber of Secrets again it's off to boarding school with you young lady!
Take good care, we are only looking out for your best interests.
With lots of love, your parents Alfred and Edith
I rolled my eyes and shoved the letter back into the envelope. I opened one of the draws of my bedside table, chucking it carelessly inside and slamming the draw shut. Bang! Hermione looked up startled from the book she was reading in her bed. "Is everything alright?" She asked.
"No," I pouted lying down with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Who was the letter from?" She asked.
"My parents, of course," I grumbled. "They said if I somehow 'relinquish my record of mischief' they won't send me to Beauxbatons."
"You're moving? How come you never told me this?" She exclaimed.
"Might be moving. And I didn't tell you because my parents threatened me when we were fighting," I explained. "I don't even know how I'm going to stay out of trouble," I sighed.
"Me either, trouble tends to follow you around a lot," She said.
"Yeah, and it's called Malfoy," I said burying my face into my pillow.
Author's Note: Sorry if this seems a bit short and rushed but I'm note really good at describing action scenes, but next time I'll try to do better. I wanted to publish another chapter in the same day cause I felt bad for the late update of the last chapter. I can't believe I'm already up to my tenth chapter!
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Sneak peak of next chapter:
"Would you..." He began, I could see a light tint of pink on his cheeks. "Go to Yule Ball with me?" He asked.
I could feel one of my heart strings pluck as soon as he said those words. My face felt like it was burning on fire and I was flabbergasted for words, left standing there speechless. I couldn't believe he actually asked me. I began to imagine us walking inside the dance with our arms linked together. Us dancing gracefully around the room to the enchanting, classical music. Then our eyes would meet affectionately and our faces would slowly grow closer-
"Would you just answer already!" Malfoy groaned.