There was quite a ruckus going on just a couple seats down the table, on Ginny's other side. Owls upon owls were fighting for Harry's attention. Hermione and the three Weasley boys were ripping open letters, announcing short summaries of the contents before moving onto the next handful.
"What's going on over there?" Remington asked Ginny.
"Harry's got an article published," Ginny replied, "Hermione, could I see your copy?" She asked the other girl.
"Oh, of course," Hermione responded, pausing from skimming one of the letters to toss a copy of The Quibbler to them. Ginny held it out so the two girls could read at the same time, with Fay leaning over Rem's shoulder to get a peek, too.
"Merlin," Fay breathed just as Remington had caught enough bits of the article to know what it included. Rem knew her friend had been on the fence about the whole return-of-the-Dark-Lord deal, but hoped this might sway her to believing it.
"That's wonderful, Harry." She said, leaning forward to look down the table at him as he tossed down a sheet of parchment and an envelope from the letter he'd just read. "Hopefully it, you know-"
"Yeah-" He began to agree just before the group of Gryffindors were approached by none other than the devil's own kin.
"What is going on here?" Umbridge demanded with false sweetness. Everyone was looking at her, including most of the other students at their own houses' tables. "Why have you got all these letters, Mister Potter?"
"Is that a crime now?" Fred asked with excess volume, looking quite contemptuous, "Getting mail?"
"Be careful, Mister Weasley, or I shall have to put you in detention." The toad-woman informed him, "Well, Mister Potter?"
Harry hesitated a short moment before replying, "People have written to me because I gave an interview, about what happened to me last June."
"An interview?" Umbridge repeated, her voice jumping an octave or two, "What do you mean?"
"I mean a reporter asked me questions and I answered them." Remington gave a half-suppressed snort of laughter and received a silencing elbow to the sides from both Ginny and Fay. She gave a quiet squeak of discomfort. "Here-" He threw his own copy of the magazine at Umbridge, whose face seemed to start transforming into an eggplant as she took in the cover.
"When did you do this?" She asked slowly, her voice slightly shaky.
"Last Hogsmeade weekend." Harry answered.
"There will be no more Hogsmeade trips for you, Mister Potter," Umbridge whispered, "How you dare... how you could... I have tried again and again to teach you not to tell lies. The message, apparently, has still not sunk in. Fifty points from Gryffindor and another week's worth of detentions." And with that, she stomped away.
The rest of breakfast was spent hearing what Harry's readers had to say, passing around Hermione's Quibbler, and talking of how utterly infuriating and unfair Umbridge was being. By the time they left the great hall, another bulletin had been spread about the school. Umbridge had banned The Quibbler. Anyone found with the magazine would be expelled. This, of course, came as no surprise.
On the up side, Seamus and Harry had finally stopped disagreeing. Seamus actually apologized as they waited to get into Transfiguration, and admitted that Harry was right.
Though, she went into the library later that night, and noticed Draco sitting at a table with Crabbe, Goyle, and another fifth year Slytherin boy. Draco had left the table not long after she passed them and found her at a shelf rather far back.
"Don't tell me you believe all this rubbish Potter's putting out-" He began.
"I believed it before he published it, Draco." She told him, turning away from the books to face him, leaning against the counter in front of the shelves.
"Did you even read it?" He prompted, glaring at her slightly, "Did you see what he said about my father?" At her silence, his eyes only narrowed even more malevolently, "I see."
"It makes sense, though." She said a bit defensively, "I don't want to- I just can't-" She paused, tipping her head to the side somewhat, "You would know, wouldn't you? If he-"
"Don't even continue that thought, Alvers." He interrupted warningly.
"Why would Harry lie, Draco?" She demanded, "Give me one good reason why he-"
"He's only looking for attention, Remington! That's what he's been doing all his life-"
"That's not true!" She snapped at him quietly. "He never asked for his parents to die! He never wanted to be The Boy Who Lived! You can't blame him for something he had no control over!"
"He could at least get by without accusing everyone he doesn't like of breaking the law-" Draco began to argue.
"Are you sure he's merely accusing?" She retorted, "It'd be dangerous to throw around falsities."
"So you're going to stick up for him? Calling my father a Death Eater-" He looked livid with her.
"Runs in the family, doesn't it, Draco?" She shot back.
"How dare you-"
"I'll treat you the same way you treat Harry." She stated. "Blind accusations." She paused for a moment, him giving her a deadly glare, her glowering back. "Though at least mine have some truth." He looked as if he wanted to lash back at her, but she beat him to it. "Who's next, Draco? You?" With those words, she spun, about to march away, but he grabbed her arm before she got far. She whipped around, yanking herself out of his grip, looking both angry and surprised that he'd had the nerve to touch her.
His words didn't come soon enough, though, and she quickly turned away from him, and this time he let her leave the library, not finding the book she'd come to look for.