The Polyjuice Potion- Take 2!!
Summary: Defence Against the Dark Arts
During Defence Against the Dark Arts, while Professor Lockhart was rabbiting on about the evil Irish troll he had cured of bad foot odour, Blaise could hear Crabbe and Goyle asking Malfoy again whom he thought the Heir of Slytherin was. He sniggered as Malfoy hissed to them, 'I've already told you this a hundred times! I…don't…know!'
Lockhart asked for an assistant to help him portray the scene of how he'd managed to grab his wand back from the troll while doing an Irish jig at the same time. He called upon Millicent Bulstrode, who, in Malfoy's opinion, was a good choice. She certainly played the part of the troll very well, and as Lockhart yelled out, 'Look angrier!' she actually did start growing redder in the face. In fact, she was gripping his wand so tightly, most thought she was going to break it.
While this was going on, Pansy and her gang of Slytherin girls at the back of the class were discussing the recent events.
'What I can't understand,' Lili Aceae, a tiny fierce looking girl said in a high-pitched voice, 'is why the Heir chose to attack a stupid cat. I mean, at least it should have Petrified Filch!'
'Maybe it's, like, taking things slow first,' suggested another girl, Janice Prat. 'Like, maybe it, I dunno, wants to start small first, then build its way up till, like, finally…'
'Yeah.' Pansy smiled unpleasantly. 'I wish it would attack the Griffindors next…I wouldn't mind seeing Parvati Patil dead.' Pansy was extremely jealous of Parvati and Lavender's looks. The girls laughed, though Lockhart thought they were just amused at the antics of the trolls' pet Turglemuff (which was supposedly a cross between a turtle and a squid. An unhappy Slytherin was chosen to play that part).
Malfoy, who couldn't help overhearing their conversation, leaned back in his chair and said quietly, 'I heard Lockhart's parents were muggles. Maybe if the Heir's got any spare time…'
The girls started laughing again at that, and Crabbe and Goyle joined in, even though they didn't know what was so funny.
Blaise looked at Malfoy, who had brought his chair forward again and was now sitting upright with a slight smirk on his lips. He growled softly.
'Did you just say something funny?' he turned around and asked him with a sneer, glancing at Crabbe and Goyle. 'It couldn't have been too clever if those goons of yours find it entertaining.'
'It doesn't take a lot of brain power find my jokes "entertaining",' Malfoy said calmly, 'I have to make them simple so people like you can understand them. Although it doesn't seem to have been simple enough, since you obviously didn't find it funny.'
'Maybe because it wasn't funny.'
'Or maybe you're just too dense to get it.'
'Or maybe-'
A great explosion cut him off. The class stared at the grey billowing smoke that seemed to have surrounded Professor Lockhart. The boy at the front of the class who'd been taking part in Lockhart's drama performance was clutching his wand and smiling tightly. He made his way back to his seat.
Everyone was silent. 'What do we do now?' someone asked dully after a while. The smoke still hadn't cleared. At that moment, the bell rang. Every Slytherin jumped out of their seat and sped out the door, laughing.
'Oh well,' Malfoy shrugged as he passed Professor Lockhart, who was lying unconscious on the ground. 'Lucky for the next class who has him.'
