Chapter 10: I Hate You, Malfoy

A loud bell rang throughout the school so I assumed that was to signal the end of class. Will and I hurried out of class before anyone could stop us and make fun of us. Of course I could beat them to a pulp, but Will had a strict no-violence policy he talked to me about before we got here. He knew they wouldn't know how to fight back.

"Okay, so what's next on your schedule?" Will asked.

I took out my schedule and said, "Care of Magical Creatures..."

"So, we're going to look at 'Magical Creatures'," he said. "Why does that sound like monsters that are going to try to kill us?"

"I hope I don't have to take out my sword, it took me twenty minutes to figure out how to hide it under my cloak," I said, which earned me a laugh from Will.

We started walking down to where it said we were supposed to go. It was outside at Hagrid's Hutt. I have no idea where that is. Eventually we found our way outside, Hagrid's Hutt wasn't too far, so we just walked over there.

It was a small wooden cabin at the edge of what I assumed could only be the so called Forbidden Forrest. The giant man, who had brought us on the boats to Hogwarts yesterday, stood outside it. I'm guessing that would be Hagrid.

There were several open wooden crates on the ground at his feet, and a dog, which he was holding by the collar, was trying to see what was inside them. As Will and I got closer, we heard an odd rattling noise punctuated by what sounded like minor explosions.

We got here at the same time as Harry, Ron, and Hermione. We greeted each other and then turned to Hagrid.

"Mornin'!" Hagrid said, grinning at us. "Be'er wait fer the Slytherins, they won' want ter miss this— Blast-Ended Skrewts!"

What?

"Come again?" said Ron, voicing my thoughts.

Hagrid pointes down at the crates. Some girl said, "Eurgh!" and jumped back.

That just about sums it up. They looked like deformed shell-less lobsters, horribly pale and slimy-looking, with legs sticking out in very odd places and no visible heads. They smelled like rotting fish, which doesn't smell pleasant, and every now and then sparks would fly out of the end of the skrewt, and with a small phut, it would be propelled forward several inches.

"What the Hades?" I whispered to Will.

"On'y jus' hatched," said Hagrid proudly, "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"

I like this teacher, he's a lot nicer than the other one.

"And why would we want to raise them?" said a cold voice.

I guess the Slytherins had arrived. I turned to look at the speaker and found a very pale boy with hair so-blond-it-was-almost-white. I decided I didn't like him.

"Who's that?" I asked Ron.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he said with a disgusted look on his face. "He's a bloody git, so just ignore him."

"I mean, what do they do?" asked Malfoy. "What is he point of them?"

Hagrid didn't look like he had a response, he ended up saying, "Tha's next lesson, Malfoy. Yer jus' feedin' 'em today. Now, yeh'll wan' ter try 'em on a few diff'rent things— I've never had 'em before, not sure what they'll go fer— I got ant eggs an' frog livers an' a bit o' grass snake— just try 'em out with a bit of each."

This is going to be a long class.

~le time skip coz I feel like it~

I was right, Care of Magical Creatures was a weird and long class, but the things we were feeding (I forgot the names) were kind of cool. We went to The Great Hall for some food, which tasted amazing.

Will and I talked, obviously avoiding the topic of this morning at Potions. Eventually Malfoy walked over to us and yelled, loud enough for pretty much everyone within a kilometre (A/N: I'm Canadian) to hear, "Go back where you came from, you American fags!" (A/N: I'm so sorry, :( that hurt sooo much)

A lot of people laughed or shouted in agreement, but most of them just kind of looked confused or ignored it. I guess word travels fast.

"Shut up, you idiot," said Will. "And don't call us that."

Malfoy just sneered. "Why not? It's what you are, and you're disgusting."

Will wrapped a protective arm around my shoulder, probably to hold me back from breaking his face with my fist.

"Shut up," I said through clenched teeth. I was getting mad, who was he to say those things.

"Make me, fag," he said with a devilish smirk on his face.

"That's it!" I jumped at him, ready to punch him square in the nose, and brake it. Will was too fast though. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me back. At some point we had stood up, so he had a stronger grip on me. The fact that he was taller and stronger wasn't helping either.

I struggled against him, but then he whispered, "Calm down, death boy, calm down. It's fine, just don't listen. He can't do anything to us, anyway. And even if he tried to hurt you, I'd personally land him a two year visit in the hospital wing. In a full body cast."

I guess the sound of Will's voice in my ear calmed me down a bit, just enough to stop struggling against him, but I was still fuming. I still wanted to punch him into the next century, but Will's arms around me, and his soft voice whispering calming words in my ear, just felt right somehow. It felt like I belonged there.

Malfoy's face clearly showed he was afraid of me, but he tried to play it off as if nothing was wrong. Didn't really work though. He walked off pretty quickly, probably trying to get as far away from me as he could before Will released me and I went after him.

I slumped back onto Will's chest and said, "We need to talk."

I heard him sigh. "Yeah, okay."

A/N: So How was that? I think it was good, except for the fa— *chokes on word* never mind, you know what I'm talking about.