-1*Should I be happy to see him or worried because my brothers in severe pain and Draco enjoys my brother pain?*
-I don't think it's Draco I should be worried about-
They came over and stood in front of Harry's bed.
"Hello, Skank," Pansy said.
"Whore," I replied with smile.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Nothing with you. I'm sure Krum has done enough to you on his part. No use adding insult to injury," Draco said.
"Be nice," I said with a shove.
"I actually came to talk to my girlfriend, if that's alright with you," Draco said. He pulled me away from everyone.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Well. . . Summer is coming up soon," he said.
"Draco, it' not even May yet," I said.
"I know, but-." Draco was cut off by a sudden burst of argument from Pansy and Hermione.
"I'm a whore? Go look in a mirror one of these days. You'll see a real one," Hermione snapped.
"Now you're calling me a whore?" Parkinson said.
"Well if the shoe fits," Hermione said.
"I'm not a whore you filthy little mudbllod," Parkinson said.
I could see the rage fill Hermione's eyes. She glared at Parkinson.
"Take that back. . ." she said.
"Mudblood," Parkinson repeated daringly.
Then it all happened so fast.
Parkinson was on the ground taking several punches from Hermione.
Parkinson manage to jump to her feet and fight back. She charged at Hermione and they were in a stalemate which moved out the door.
I kind of just stood there for a moment.
"What are we all standing around here for?" Harry said carefully getting out of the bed. "We gotta go watch."
We all bolted into the hallway. Hermione and Parkinson were still at it.
Parkinson punched at Hermione who moved out the way and pushed her. Parkinson pulled Hermione's hair and Hermione pulled back. Then Parkinson kicked Hermione in the shins.
"Ah! You bitch!" Hermione said nailing Parkinson in the face.
They went back to pulling each other's hair and pushing each other into the wall. Then they tripped down the stairs, falling three flights before they stopped.
Parkinson sat on Hermione and started punching her in the face. Hermione was able to reverse it and started choking Pansy and banging her head into the stairs.
"Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!" students cheered. It was strange because the vast majority of them were Slytherin.
Then Dumbledore showed up. He looked down at the fight and then over at the group of us.
"Stay here all of you," he said. He walked down the stairs and over to the girls. He pulled Hermione off of Pansy who was lying in the fetal position.
"Have you two lost your minds?" Dumbledore asked.
"She's crazy, sir! She just attacked me! I didn't even do anything!" Parkinson said.
"Yeah except call me a mudblood and a whore!" Hermione said.
"All of you in my office this instant!" Dumbledore said making a point to look over at us.
We all walked up to the seventh floor and waited.
"That was awesome wasn't it?" Ginny asked. "I mean sure we're all in trouble now for not stopping it, but it was worth it."
"Yeah. Just to see Parkinson lying in that fetal position," Padma said.
"It gives me such a warm and fuzzy feeling," Parvati said.
We all stood in the hallway going on about Hermione beating the crap out of Pansy until Dumbledore led us up to his office where we all stood in front of his desk.
"You know what I see here? The usual suspects," he said. "Every time something happens, we think of you... Well first we think the Weasley twins but then all your names come to mind. It surprises me, however, that you all would all together instigate a fight."
"We didn't instigate anything sir," Ron said.
"Yeah. It just sorta happened," Harry said.
"Then why did you not stop the fight?" Dumbledore asked. Everyone looked at the floor. "No answer I see. While I appreciate that your houses have come together we have a zero tolerance policy for fighting. You can all work together this evening to clean the entrance hall."
"But it's so. . . dirty," Parvati said.
"Well that's why it needs scrubbing, Miss Patil," Dumbledore said. "You'll begin after dinner. No magic. Now off with you."
As everyone walked out the office I stayed put.
"You're in a really bad mood. I know you have a. . . zero tolerance policy for fighting, but this unusual even for you," I said.
"Ever perceptive and ever curious you are, Hannah," Dumbledore said.
"Well, I had a very curious and perceptive teacher," I said. "What's wrong?"
"Barty Crouch was found dead a short while after the quidditch match," Dumbledore said.
"Well. . . I wasn't expecting that," I said. "How did it happen?"
"We're pretty sure he was killed by mean of the killing curse," Dumbledore said. "Apparently the school is not as secure as we thought it was. Make sure you have your eyes open when you're cleaning this evening."
I nodded and walked out his office.
Draco and his band of Slytherin's had left and only the Patil twins, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Emily remained.
"You guys won't believe why Dumbledore is so harsh on our punishment," I said. "Barty Crouch was killed."
"No way!" the twins said.
"Way," I reply.
"How was he killed?" Emily asked.
"The trump card of curses," I said.
"The killing curse?" Ginny asked. I nodded. "Who would do such a thing?" I shrugged.
"Dunno. But keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious."
Cleaning the Hallway
"Ten square feet left and we're done," Emily announced.
"I can't feel my knee caps," I said rubbing the scrub brush on the floor.
"I think my hand will explode from all the water it's absorbed," Ginny said.
"I need to take a shower," Parkinson said.
"She's figured it out," Hermione said.
"At last," I said.
"Stuff it," Pansy said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Can you believe Crouch was murdered?" Hermione asked.
"I just wish it was Hannah," Parkinson said. I took my brush and threw it at her. She fell over on the ground and clutched her head. Draco tossed it back to me. I blew him a kiss.
Parkinson turned around to me. I was scrubbing the floor again.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Throw that brush at me," she said.
"I didn't throw anything at you. I've been scrubbing the floor the whole time," I said. "Somebody must be throwing stuff. It's probably Peeves, that little trouble maker."
Parkinson turned away from me and went back to cleaning.
"Whore," she whispered under her breath.
"Pansy I thought we already established this. You are the whore and I am the skank. Get it together, girlfriend," I said. Parkinson growled at me and started scrubbing even more.
"Hannah, you're a bitch, just so you know," Parvati said.
"Yeah, I know."
