[A/N: Thank you so much for all you new subscribers and likes~ This chapter is all going to be about revenge and how McLaggen is going to get what's coming to him~ McLaggen Sr's first name is Charles and Mrs. McLaggen is Cynthia. As always review and comment~ Please ignore my Italian if any of it is bad. I got it off Google Translate.]
Chapter 11
Friday
Harry sighed heavily as the barn owl left with a letter attached to his leg. He had just spent a good twenty minutes explaining what happened down on parchment. Better to hear it now than later right? Annabelle was still in her room and she refused to come out to eat. Draco and Hermione couldn't even persuade her either. This week was a home week. Perhaps a little time with away from school might do the trick. Suddenly the fireplace roared with green flames and his parents stepped in, looking worried. "Where's your sister, Harry?" Remus said, looking slightly worn out. "She's in her room, Dad." He said, pointing towards her bedroom door. The werewolf went towards that destination while Sirius plopped down next to his son and sighed heavily. "How in the world did this happen?" Harry sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Believe me, I've been asking myself the same thing."
Harry sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Believe me, I've been asking myself the same thing." They both turned to see Remus stepping out of Annabelle's room with her jacket. "I was able to convince her to come home for the weekend. She'll be done in a few." Father and son nodded. It was better than any of them had expected for right now. "Good. Has McLaggen had any contact with your sister?" Harry scowled and shook his head. "I had Olga promise to never let him in. That bastard told McGonagall but she told him outright he could force himself in here. During lunch today, he asked about Annabelle and I almost told him where to shove it but Draco says he has a plan and we need to wait until the time is right."
"What did you tell McLaggen?" His father asked and Harry smirked slightly. "That she was sick and was staying in bed. That fool bought it" Shortly after, Annabelle stepped out of her bedroom, looking pale and redness rimmed her puffy eyes. She stepped onto the landing and was pulled into a tight hug. Her father mumbled soothing words to her as she tried to hold back the burning tears again. He kissed her forehead before pulling away. "Are you ready to go home?" Annabelle gave a tight smile and nods. "Y-Yeah." Her voice wavering.
Sunday
Harry and his parents would think Annabelle would feel better at home, but no that wasn't the case. She fell into a limbo and mostly stayed in her room the entire visit. Not even Zeus could cheer her up. She skipped meals and spent most of the time crying her eyes out over and over, Harry was beginning to think how she still had tears to shed. Annabelle stepped out of the fireplace into the prefect's dorm first then Harry. Remus' words echoed in his head. "Take care of your sister." Harry turned to see Annabelle slowly walking to her room like a zombie. He wanted to tell her they had patrol but he didn't have the heart to. Looks like Blaise is going to be patrolling by himself again. He thought and he lounged himself on the leather sofa, willing for the day to just end.
Thursday
Daphne and Hermione stormed into Annabelle's room an hour before lunch. They had enough of all this moping and they needed their friend to snap out of it. Ever since Annabelle had broken up with Cormac, Daphne and Hermione have been getting to know each other and quickly became friends. "Ann, come on get up. You can't stay in your room all day again." The two were greeted with a voice too muddled by the comforter to understand what she said. "What was that Ann?" The comforter pulled back and Annabelle sat up and gave her friends an empty look, her hair all mussed up. "I'm not going out there. I'm going to be laughing stock of the whole school for being so naive."
Her two friends gave each other a side look before each took a seat on the bed. "You won't be Ann," Hermione said gently as she took hold of one of Annabelle's hand. "Not with us around." Daphne chuckled as she took her other hand. "She's right. With us there, no one will dare laugh at you."Annabelle gave a hollow laugh as she pulled her knees up to her chest and rested back against the headboard. "What's Cormac doing?" She asked, her expression turned back to an empty look. "Uuumm..." Her two friends said in unison, both looking at each other, unsure of what to tell her.
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"I can't believe this guy! He doesn't even look the lease bit worried about his girlfriend!" Harry hissed as he shot daggers across the room with his eyes. The gang was sitting in the Great Hall for lunch, waiting for Daphne and Hermione to return with - hopefully- Annabelle. "Worst of all, he just had the gall to show the entire school he's smashing Lavender Brown on the side." Draco's silver eyes narrowed as he caught McLaggen snogging Brown briefly. "I can't wait till we get our revenge," Draco said. "It's hard enough convincing my parents not to storm the castle just to beat his ass." Harry scoffs. "Mate, try talking to my parents. You have no idea how convincing Father is. I almost gave into him on several occasions." Just then, Daphne and Hermione stepped into the Great Hall and the boys noticed Annabelle wasn't with them.
"Failed?" Harry asked and the girls nodded, not even bothering to ask what he meant. "Yeah, but we have a second plan." The boys raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" Hermione smirked slightly as she looked over at Draco. "It involves a bottle of your finest." Harry got the gist of it and snorts, shaking his head. "You two better not get her too drunk." Daphne snorted rather unladylike as she ladled herself a bowl of cream-of-mushroom soup. "No promises there Potter. Alcohol makes one open up pretty easily and Merlin knows Annabelle needs to talk it out." The two boys nodded simultaneously just as Daphne forgot to mention something. "And you both are not allowed to be there." The two girls cracked up with laughter at the boys' identical looks on their faces.
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Annabelle stared blankly at one of the numerous letters Cormac sent her in the previous summer. She had just opened a little cardboard box filled with those letters and dumped them all over her bed. She wiped away a stray tear as she opened up another letter. Where did it all go wrong? Was she not god enough for him? Is that why? Was she not pretty enough for him? A bunch of questions raced through her mind as she reread those letter, her heart squeezing tighter each time. She didn't even look up as she heard voices outside of her room and two people walked into her room. Daphne and Hermione stood there with their mouth gaping at the sight. She sure had made a mess.
"Oh hell no..." Daphne said with a determined look on her face. She withdrew her wand from her school robes and with a sharp flick, all the letters jumped into the air and one by one zoomed back into the cardboard box. "Come on Ann. Let's go into the sitting room hm?" Hermione said gently as she coaxed the still silent Annabelle into the sitting room. They both walked into the sitting area which was graciously lit by the warm fire. Daphne soon followed with the box of letters in her arms and a couple odd things in there.
Hermione swiftly conjured up three wine glasses out of nothing before summoning the bottle of wine that they have bought in. The brown-haired woman filled each glass generously with the deep red liquid. "Here Ann, drink this. You'll feel much better." Annabelle absently grabbed the offered glass and takes a large gulp of the liquid before wincing slightly at the rich bitterness. "Holy crap..." She mumbled before taking another large gulp. "Never thought I would be sitting here drinking with the head girl. " She mumbled as she felt Daphne sit next to her on the leather couch. "That goes for me too." The blonde girl said as she grabbed her own glass.
Annabelle took the plunge and gulped down the rest of her glass. The feeling of the liquid warming up her cold insides felt strange to her. "Here, have some more," Hermione said, filling her glass with wine again. "Are you guys trying to get me drunk?" Annabelle inquired, a small smile played with her lips which felt weird since she hadn't smiled in days. "Better than letting you go back to that room just to mope some more," Daphne said in a matter of fact tone. Annabelle wasn't going to argue with that. "Touche."
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Blaise silently watched the fire dance around in the fireplace as he nursed a glass of bourbon in his hand. He had floo'ed home again. You may think him a coward or a sissy for hiding from a certain girl in his life, but Blaise knew Annabelle would rather not see him at the moment. For all he knew, she could be blaming him for all her misfortunes. When he heard what had happened, deep down he knew he could rest easy that the girl of his dreams would be safe but also a deep sorrow he couldn't be apart of her life. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest.
"Cosa pensi, figlio mio?" (What are you thinking about, my son?) He was so enthralled with his thoughts, he didn't hear his mother coming in. "Niente di cui ti preoccupare, madre." (Nothing you should worry yourself with, mother.) He said gently as his mother sat down next to him. Eleonora gave her son a knowing look with a gentle smile on her face. "Vieni adesso figlio, posso dire quel look da qualsiasi parte. Può provocare uno shock ma prima mi sono innamorato." (Come now son, I can tell that look from anywhere. It may come as a shock to you but I have been in love before.) Blaise chuckled softly as he nodded."Lo so benissimo, madre. In realtà, sei ancora innamorato di lui." (I'm well aware of that, mother. In fact, your still in love with him.)
Eleonora laughed softly with her son. "Che io sono." (That I am.) The two were pulled into a comfortable silence and Eleonora used the opportunity to observe her son. She was well aware of the events that have happened between Miss. Black and her son as well as the events a few days ago. "Gli eventi precedenti non ti fanno felici, figlio?" (Do the earlier events not make you happy, son?) Blaise sighed heavily as he looked down at his drink. "Lo fa ma..." (It does but...) Eleonora didn't have to guess what he was going to say next and she tutted gently as she reached over to gently caress the back of his head. "Che cosa succede con gli uomini che vogliono sempre avere le risposte subito? Date più tempo, figlio." (What is up with the men always wanting to have the answers right away hm? Give her more time, son.) Blaise smiled softly at her comforting gesture as he nodded slightly. "Si, Mamma." (Yes, mother.)
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It was way past midnight and Harry didn't care anymore if the girls were still up. Anything was better than dealing with Ginny's excessive questions. "Blistering flobberworms." He said to Olga and was granted entrance. "Oh, Merlin..." He said with his mouth dropped wide open from shock. The Gryffindor prefect dorm looked fine except for the bottles of wine strewn over the coffee table and the three girls unconscious on the leather couch. "Hey, at least they didn't make a complete mess or go outside to reek havoc to the school," Draco said, impressed by the number of bottles they have consumed.
"That's beside the point," Harry said, clearly not impressed and walked up to his sister. "You take Mione. Daphne can stay here for the night." The blonde nodded as he easily lifted up his girlfriend in his arms. "Night mate." Harry gave a nod before he lifted Annabelle up bridal style and carried her to her room. With a simple flick of his wand, her clothes transformed into her pajamas and were tucked into bed. He walked back out to the sitting area where the lone person remained.
Harry was going to leave Daphne on the couch to sleep. He barely knew her so why should he care how or where she slept? Oh, but he did care. Those golden locks haloed around that angelic face. Harry found himself walking over to the couch and knelt down next to the sleeping form. He could help himself but reach out to touch those soft golden locks. Daphne unknowingly turned her head towards his hand in her sleep, a light smile on her lips. Whether it was because of a dream or not, he wasn't sure. Harry felt so confused as a warm sensation goes through his chest as he looked at that beautiful face, feeling like something was melting off his heart. Is it normal to be feeling like this?
Friday
Annabelle woke up to an unbelievably bright light shining on her face and a bad hangover. She groaned as she laid back down as memories from last night flooded back to her. A whole lot of wine and...a much-needed talk. She thought as she vaguely remembered one key important fact Daphne and Hermione made sure to ingrain in her mind. Cormac is an asshole and he doesn't deserve any of your tears. She felt a tear drip down her cheek and she wiped it away in frustration. Why must she continue to shed tears for a guy who clearly didn't like her anymore? She was going to change that. Starting right now. She groaned as she forced herself to climb out of bed as she looked at the clock hanging on the wall. Well, I missed breakfast again. She sighed as she slowly made her way out of her room to the sitting area.
Her two best friends had long left for breakfast and had left behind a note with a vial of sober-up potion. She smiled a little at their encouraging words as she read the letter before she drained the vial in one go. Her face scrunched up at the foul taste in her mouth and quickly chased it down with a glass of water that was graciously provided by a house elf. Instantly, the painful throbbing in her head subsided to a light throb. She looked up at the clock and groaned to herself. She wasn't ready to face the school just yet, let alone go to class. Well, at least she had to do homework from the days she skipped class. Hermione won't berate her for skipping class again. She walked to the kitchen and plucked up an apple from the fruit bowl and took a small bite out of it as she began her assignments.
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"I-I don't think this is a good idea," Annabelle said for the fifth time, feeling the need to run back to her dorm. Somehow Daphne and Hermione managed to convince her to come out to the Great Hall for lunch. "No, you're not going to chicken out now," Daphne said as she kept a strong grip on her hand and practically dragged her further towards the looming doors of the Great Hall. "You'll be fine, Ann. You have sympathy from the houses and us." Hermione said gently as she dragged her by the other arm. Annabelle gulped as they stopped right in front of the double doors, hearing the sound of the students happily talking to each other.
"Take deep breaths," Daphne said gently as she placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're a strong woman and Cormac just one lonely wanker. He'll regret ever messing with you." Annabelle let out a shaky breath and nods, a hard look in her eyes. "Let's go." She placed her hands on the doors and pushed her way in. All conversations seemed to cease when the students realized who just stepped into the room, leaving the room deadly quiet. Annabelle felt like she wanted the floor to swallow her up and never appear again. A sound of some chair scraping against the stone floor and footsteps coming towards her. "Ann." Oh, she did not want to hear that voice right now.
"Harry told me you were sick. Are you feeling alright?" Oh, the nerve of this guy. Annabelle gritted her teeth, about to tell him one when another voice beat her to it. "Like you really care how my sister feels, McLaggen," Harry said as he and Draco walked over to Annabelle. Cormac raised an eyebrow at his comment. "What the hell is that suppose to mean Harry?" Harry gritted his teeth as the two got in front of Annabelle. "Don't pretend you don't know what we are talking about. This whole damn school knows what you did. They can practically hear it at night." Annabelle closed her eyes, feeling nauseated at the thought. Apparently, some of the students thought so too and pushed their plate of food away.
"To think you would cheat on my cousin," Draco said, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "with her." He made a crude nudge of his head towards Lavender Brown. Said girl turned red at the rather rude motioned made to her person. "Excuse me? It's not my fault she doesn't know how to take care of her man." The Great Hall gasped loudly, their mouth hanging wide open as they stared at Lavender Brown. Oh no she didn't. Annabelle wanted to pull out her wand and just curse her to tomorrow but she stopped herself. She took a heated breath as she moved around to stand next to Harry and Draco. "Of course you would be the one to fill his needs. Loose people need to stay together."
Students snorted before quickly covering their mouth, some snickering. Lavender's face turned an ugly shade of red as she continued on. Oh, she had more to say. "Oh, Lavender. I don't know if I should be laughing at you or feel sad for you. The only reason why Cormac is coming to you is that he needs a girl on the side is to help him feel better about himself when he can't put out much in the bedroom." More laughter came rolling in, many enjoying the live romantic drama to go with their meal. Cormac had a concerned look on his face, clearly not affected by this, as he reached out to gently touch her hand. If Annabelle didn't know any better, she would have been fooled by that look. "Babe, I don't know what you saw or what someone told you, it's not what it looks like." Without another word, she cocked her arm back and laid a good one on his face.
Loud gasps could be heard as they watched Cormac landed on the floor on his ass with a thud, a large red spot on his cheek. "Woah...that actually felt really good," Annabelle said in awe while shaking her arm a little to get rid of the tingling feeling. She heard Draco and Harry chuckle behind her while the students stare at her in shock. Cormac was still laying on the ground, cupping his red cheek while Lavender fussed over him. "Miss Black." Everybody froze with a bated breath. What was Professor Snape going to do? "Ten points from Gryffindor for punching another student." The table of red gave a sigh of relief. At least he didn't take more off. "Ten points to Gryffindor for that...punch." Everyone's eyes widened. Did Professor Snape just award a house who isn't his house?!
"This is utter bull-shit! She should be serving detention for punching Cormac!" Everyone winced as Lavender shrieked in a higher octave. Any higher, the windows would have shattered. Professor Snape raised a thin eyebrow as he looked down at her. "Is that so? Then I'll just retract those points then since it seems your house don't need the points and take away...twenty more points?" Suddenly the Gryffindor table erupted with a loud "No no no!" Annabelle could tell the potions master was enjoying this too much just by the little glimmer in his eyes. "Be happy that I didn't take more points off, Miss Brown. You could find yourself on the wrong side of your house."
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"To think, you of all people would punch another student. I'm thoroughly appalled by your actions." Annabelle kept her expression as remorseful as possible even though deep down, she didn't care the slightest. "Don't get me started on the fact you skipped a week of class and neglected your prefect and captain's duties." Professor McGonagall chastised her more as she looked at her student from across her desk. "Now now Minerva, you know perfectly well why she skipped those days." The painting of Professor Dumbledore said in a calm voice as he listened to the conversation. The older lady gave her former colleague and former Headmaster a side look before turning back to her student. "I suggest you start on your assignments, Miss Black. If I'm not mistaken, your professors don't take kindly to late or missing assignments."
"Yes Professor," Annabelle mumbled. Professor McGonagall decided to leave it at that and waved her out of her office. Annabelle looked down at her watched and noticed it was almost dinner time and classes were just about to end. No point going to class now. Right on time, the bell rang and students streamed into the corridors, many eager for dinner. She looked over when she heard someone call her name and noticed it was Daphne. They hadn't hung out much since the start of the school year and Annabelle missed talking to her. "Hey, you." She said as the blonde wrapped her arm around hers while they walked to the Great Hall.
"How did the meeting go with you and the Headmistress?" Daphne asked. Annabelle shrugged her shoulders. "Same old thing except Dumbledore was there so she didn't go through her entire rant like she usually does." The two girls laughed as they imagined what the two elderly people would argue about after she left the office. "Anyway, Draco told me his parents and your parents are coming here for dinner. He said they have something in store for McLaggen." She whispered the last sentence and she smirked. "Oh, how I love entertainment to go with my food. Oh, I've been meaning to ask you. Have you seen Blaise around? I haven't seen him since...you know... " Her blonde friend smiled in understanding and gently squeezed her arm as they slowed down, other students walking passed them to get into the Great Hall. "He had gone away for some family business. He should be back for dinner tonight. Matter of fact, I see him right there."
Annabelle looked up to see Blaise step out of the Floo room in a white button-up shirt and black dress pants. So simple and universal, yet it seemed to make him all the more handsome. "Why did you want to know?" Daphne said, drawing her back to their conversation. "Oh, nothing...I just needed to...make sure he was alright." If Daphne heard something was off, she didn't voice it. "Don't worry. Blaise is a strong man. It takes a lot to get him down." She said with a gentle smile as they resumed walking again. Annabelle smiled, feeling a little relieved in her heart.
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Dessert had just been served when the doors to the Great Hall swung open and a couple rushed in. "Cormac! Oh, look what they did to your beautiful face!" Annabelle watched as Cormac's mother swooped over him like a mother hen and fretting over the bruise on his face that he clearly didn't try to heal at all. Harry and Draco seemed to be glaring daggers at them from across the room while Hermione just watched intently. "I can't wait until our parents get here," Draco said in a low voice and Harry nodded in agreement.
The door to the Great Hall opened once again and a couple of adults came marching in. The students looked confused as they noticed the Malfoys and the Blacks were there. Was something going to happen? They remained silent as they waited to see. Annabelle quickly stood up as the group of adults walked towards the Slytherin's table. Before she could say anything else, she was suddenly bombarded by hugs. "Oh, you poor child." She heard Narcissa said before she pulled away.
"I can't believe he had the nerve to do such a thing," Lucius said as he gave his niece a sympathetic look. Sirius scowled with Remus rubbed his arm soothingly. "If he weren't a student, I would have castrated him by now." Before Annabelle or anybody had the chance to say anything, they were interrupted by an angry McLaggen Sr. "Hey Black. Tell your daughter to apologize to my son. She had no right to punch him." Sirius glared at the offending man. "My daughter had every right to punch your son. Go ask him what he did to my daughter." He hissed as he pointed an accusing finger at Cormac.
"Don't play coy with us, Charles. My son has told me everything that has happened." Lucius said while Narcissa and Remus stood by Annabelle's side. "I have no idea what that whore told you but my son would never do anything," Sirius growled and was ready to charge at the guy if he wasn't stopped by Lucius. "You take that back! How dare you stand there and call my daughter a whore! It's your son who should be called a manwhore!" Cynthia, Cormac's mother, gasped rather dramatically and stormed over to stand with her husband."I assure you, Sirius, Charles and I had no knowledge of this-"
Annabelle practically hissed and walked away from Narcissa and Remus to stand next to the two males. "You're just going to stand there and defend your son?! Ask him about that slut Lavender Brown! I'm sure he would love to account how he left me alone at the party to have me find him fucking her in his bed!" Cynthia sent her son a disapproving look, her lips thin from suppressing the urge to chastise him. "I assure you, Ann, it must be a mistake-"
"Don't try to fucking deny it!" Harry burst out as he shot up to his feet, the fire ignited in his green eyes to give an eerie look. "Blaise heard everything and I saw the memory myself! How dare you stand there and pretend you didn't do shit!" Hermione freaked out slightly when all attentions went to him and gently tugged on his arm to get him to sit back down. Cormac had a somber look on his face. "What you saw wasn't real Harry. Don't you get it? Zabini fabricated the whole thing." Annabelle was about to yell at him some more when Harry beat her to it.
"Why you sack of shit!" Harry yelled as he moved away from his seat, ready to charge at McLaggen, uncaring if the Headmistress saw him or not. "Harry!" Draco grabbed him in a nick of time and just barely managed to hold him back. "Let go of me! I'll skin him alive!" Harry said, trying to break out of Draco's hold. "You will Harry. You need to calm down right now." Hermione frantically said as she tried to calm down her best friend. That somewhat ceased his rage but all it needed was another nudge and off he would go again.
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Blaise sat there, silently plotting McLaggen's murder or more like 'accident'. "Don't slander my family name to be used for your benefit, McLaggen." His voice icy. Rage boiled through his body as he stood up and walked over to the center of everything, though he masked his current feeling very well. "I know what you're trying to do. Back off or else I will tell the Aurors of your despicable act." He hissed as he glared at his enemy. He would have gotten closer if it weren't for Annabelle stopping him by placing her hand on his stomach.
Cormac let out a crude laugh."And they're going to believe you? Ha! All they will see is a Deatheater desperate to have his family be in good graces with the Wizarding world. What better opportunity then to 'save' the sister of The Chosen One." There was muffled chatter from the students. Could it be? Blaise wanted to punch him so hard but one look at Annabelle, he stopped himself. He clenched his jaw a little before speaking. "True but if I were actually doing this, I wouldn't be caught so easily. And in case you have forgotten, I still have the memory alongside another credible witness." Blaise motioned behind him to Harry. "The Ministry will believe him."
"Do you know what this is?" Sirius asked as he fished out a rolled up parchment from his robe pocket and showed it to Charles and Cynthia. They both shook their heads and Sirius unfurled it. "Your son's marriage contract with my daughter. I took the liberty of conducting one when Annabelle told me about the engagement. Now it's practically useless." He said nonchalantly. "What?!" Charles and Cynthia said in unison. Lucius raised an eyebrow at their surprise. "You actually thought we would wed off Annabelle to your son after all that has happened? You both are delusional." With that Sirius whispered Incendio and the parchment in his hand burst into flames before he let it drop to burn some more on the ground.
"And we shouldn't forget the other thing also. Annabelle, bring the ring over please." Lucius said as he turned to look over at his niece. Annabelle immediately handed the ring over which was still on her left ring finger. She didn't know why she still kept it. It was too gaudy looking for her taste. Lucius took it in his hand and inspected it closely. Then, something caught his eye. Something he hadn't noticed before. He immediately looked up from his hand and glared hard at Cormac. "You gave Annabelle a fake ring?" He said in a deadly yet calm voice as he passed the ring to Sirius. The ex-criminal looked at the ring and took him a little longer than his brother-in-law to notice what he was talking about.
Sirius let out a cold laugh, so cold that it could freeze the entire Great Hall. "You have just given me another reason to kill you, McLaggen. Not only did you cheat on my daughter, you gave her a fake ring?!" His voice getting louder with each word, his eyes blazing with mounting anger. "Is that a violation in at itself Lucius?" He asked as he peered over to the blonde. Lucius had a wicked glint in his eyes and he nodded. "Sadly, it won't send you to jail but it does give us the option to freeze all your assets."
Annabelle would have been rolling on the floor laughing at the McLaggens' reaction. "What?! This is absolutely preposterous! Freeze all of our assets?! You just made this up!" The McLaggens yelled at the same time. Sirius smirked threateningly as he deliberately dropped the fake ring on the floor. "Don't try to play a pureblood family or else it will be more than just your assets you need to worry about next time."
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"Well, that was entertaining," Annabelle said as she, Draco, and Harry slowly walked down a slightly empty corridor. It was after dinner and the students were still buzzing about what had occurred. "I'm glad I didn't decide to skip dinner again." Draco snorted. "If you did skip dinner, my mother would have a fit and drag you out." The three laughed as they turned the corner to see Lavender Brown and Cormac McLaggen walking together just ahead of them. She was able to hear a glimpse of their conversation.
"How are we going to get money now?" Lavender said almost tearfully. Annabelle rolled her eyes and the three started to pass them when Lavender's annoying voice caught her attention. "That stupid bitch ruined all our chances." Something snapped in her and she quickly turned to face the two people she hated the most at the moment. Annabelle knew she should just ignore this and go on her merry way but she couldn't. "Listen bitch, I've had it with all this crap. I'm so done with the both of you. However, I'll give you this advice. If you're worried about money, just spread your legs. The money will come real quick." She never saw the look of utter shock in Harry and Draco's face which would have her on the floor laughing her eyes out.
Annabelle let out a gasp as Lavender suddenly launched herself at her. They both go down to the floor in a jumbled mess of flailing limbs and screams. She felt several sharp stings go across her cheek and something warm drip down her skin before she felt Lavender was practically yanked off of her. She was in a daze as someone helped her up on her feet. "Are you alright?" Her mind could barely register that she was talking to Harry. She just nodded, feeling more of the warm liquid slowly drip down her cheek. She heard Draco curse and placed another smooth on her cheek. "Let's take you to the Hospital Wing. You're bleeding."
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Madame Pomfrey looked up from attending to a student with a stomach ache when the door to the Hospital Wing opened. Amazingly, she didn't have many students coming in than they usually did all the previous years. She saw Harry come in first and sighed in a teasing manner. "Mr. Potter, I was beginning to think you had learned your lesson- Dear Merlin child, what happened to your cheek?!" Annabelle had just entered with a white handkerchief pressed against her cheek and the elderly lady saw the dark red blotches on the material. Madame Pomfrey guided her to an available stool and pulled the handkerchief to see the damage. "She had a confrontation with a certain someone."
The elderly nurse looked up, shocked to see young Malfoy was with them. Of course, she heard about their recent reconciliation in the beginning of the year, but it still amazed her how well they got along with each other when not too long ago, they would be at each other's throats. She quickly went back to the task at hand. It wasn't her place to question who was related to who. She tutted as she began cleaning the blood up with a simple scourify. "I thought you were the better one out of the both of you." She said in a teasing tone at the Potter twins. They grinned at her and young Malfoy snorted. "They both are the same regarding the obsessive need to do things without thinking it through."
Madame Pomfrey held back a laugh at the identical disbelieving look on the twins' face as they looked at the blond. "Hey, whose side are you on?" Young Malfoy smirked and said nothing just to annoy the twins some more. Annabelle winced as she placed some drops of dittany on her cheek and the elderly lady tutted in disapprovement though there was amusement in her eyes. "Oh, you just as bad as your brother. He won't stay still when I treat him." Annabelle laughed softly. "At least I'm not making a big problem, unlike a certain someone." Harry stuck his tongue at his sister with a mock hurt on his face.
Next chapter: The Slytherins host a party, will Annabelle fix things with Blaise? Stay tune for the new chapter~
