CHAPTER III

Contemplating the Matter

a/n: This is one of my good places to start a new chapter. You'll see why in a minute.

"And then, after he told me he was drunk, he started saying something about Lucious and him. It was terrifying. Ron, if you hadn't of seen Snape and Magonigal snogging that night at the Yule Ball, I would have thought him gay. This is so confusing. But why am I talking to you, anyway? You're only going to laugh at me."

I was sitting at the Great Hall breakfast table talking to Ron and Hermon. (The author can't spell her real name, so just live with it!) Ron was still laughing hystericaly because I couldn't get the medicine last night. Ron wasn't much help in this situation, but Hermon, like always, had an idea.

"He was drunk you know, as odd as that seems." She said, "maybe he didn't know what he was talking about. But no. That isn't right. When people are drunk, the truth slips, not made up things. But they make up things too, with some truth in it. But there could be more made up things than truth...or the other way around...Oh, Harry, now I'm more confused than you are? And for what? I really don't care about any of this. But I'm a nerd. Naturally I won't get any sleep tonight until I've figured it out. Oh Ron! Will you shut up? You're giving me a bloody headache!"

Ron was still singing, and Hermon, thoroughley discussted, picked up the chicken pie that lay randomly on the table, for this exact reason she assured herself, and threw it at Ron's face. The filling spilled down his face and covered his shirt. But he was still laughing, making the perfect immitation like a male loon in mating season.

"Hermon? Bloody Hell! What did you do that for? And don't ask me why I just said bloody hell. The author's trying desperately for people to read this, and she wants people to like it!!!! So, BLOODY HELL! What on Earth is wrong?"

By the time I finished talking, Hermon had left, and Ron left the table.

"Talking to yerself?" a voice said behind me, "that's a bad sign. A bad sign of being a bloody mugle!" It was Draco Malfoy. He and the two block-heads behind him laughed at this insult.

"You're such a moron, Malfoy," I said with discust. I didn't want to pick a fight with him. I just wanted to say what was on my mind. I walked away, Malfoy chucking peas at my back. OW! I was shrieking in my mind, those really hurt!

My first class was...(dun dun dun...) potions. I really didn't want to face Snape, but there was possible black mail in it for me, and that I wanted to find out. Black mail was sweet, and I wanted vengance-on Draco Malfoy. Actually, it wasn't for me. Hermon had gone bloody nuts over him, and for some reason, she said if she had black mail on him...something about snoging...I couldn't remember. Quite frankly, I wouldn't want to.

As I walked into the Snape's room, thinking how it was so different in daylight, I scaned the room. Draco was sitting in the back, working his Death Eater Charms on some Hufflepuff girl. The girl was giggling without trying to hold it back. Draco looked pleased. Just another girl whose heart he would shortly break. That is, after at least two very long snogging sessions. Other Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor, were taking their seats. I sat down too, and as I did Snape burst into the room.