Ron was collapsing with laughter, his face red as a beet.
"Your face," he wheezed, "was priceless. Absolutely priceless."
Hermione glared at Ron, her eyes blazing.
"Well, it cost Gryffindor twenty points for your little prank, I want you to know.
If we lose the house cup- AGAIN to Slytherin- I swear I will never forgive you,
Ron Weasley."
Ron's laughter had diminished into a satisfied grin, but his amusement was
clearly visible.
"Still, 'Mione, it was worth it."
She rolled her eyes, turned around- and walked into Harry Potter.
"Well Draco," he said, his emerald green eyes flashing, "it seems we've missed
a wonderful joke."
Draco Malfoy stepped up beside Harry and smirked. "Apparently. Do explain, Granger.
I'm sure we'd both be delighted to hear what it was."
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. They'd been torturing her and Ron since they'd been in
Hogwarts. Naturally, the two rich, snobby, purebloods would groups together, but
their liknesses were strange. They each had the same cold glare and the same smug
smirk (alliteration! hehe...). They'd been best friends since the first year, picking on
everyone from muggleborns to Hufflepuffs when the teachers had their backs
turned.
They always received excellent grades though, earning their house points constantly.
It was so *irritating*.
"Shove it, Malfoy," Hermione retorted, avoiding Potter's glare. "That goes for you too,
Potter."
His eyes narrowed.
"I'd watch your mouth, mudblood."
Ron reached for his wand, but Draco already had his out.
"Make another move for your wand, Weasley, and I'll make that mop of red hair on
top of your head a lovely shade of Slytherin green."
It was jus tat that opportune moment Professor Riddle left his classroom and stumbled
upon the scene.
"May I ask what is going on?" he said in a slow, accusatory manner that teachers seem
to inherit.
Before Hermione or Ron could do anything, Draco launched into explanation.
"You see Professor," he began, "We were heading toward your classroom to ask a question
about our assignment when we saw Granger and Weasley laughing about something. We
simply inquired what it was they were laughing about, and they started insulting us."
Riddle pursed his lips. "I see... twenty points from Gryffindor then."
"But-" Ron started, his cheeks now pale.
"I'd suggest you go to your next class, Mr. Weasley, before you cause more trouble than you
already have," he sneered and watched the pair walk down the corridor.
"Your face," he wheezed, "was priceless. Absolutely priceless."
Hermione glared at Ron, her eyes blazing.
"Well, it cost Gryffindor twenty points for your little prank, I want you to know.
If we lose the house cup- AGAIN to Slytherin- I swear I will never forgive you,
Ron Weasley."
Ron's laughter had diminished into a satisfied grin, but his amusement was
clearly visible.
"Still, 'Mione, it was worth it."
She rolled her eyes, turned around- and walked into Harry Potter.
"Well Draco," he said, his emerald green eyes flashing, "it seems we've missed
a wonderful joke."
Draco Malfoy stepped up beside Harry and smirked. "Apparently. Do explain, Granger.
I'm sure we'd both be delighted to hear what it was."
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. They'd been torturing her and Ron since they'd been in
Hogwarts. Naturally, the two rich, snobby, purebloods would groups together, but
their liknesses were strange. They each had the same cold glare and the same smug
smirk (alliteration! hehe...). They'd been best friends since the first year, picking on
everyone from muggleborns to Hufflepuffs when the teachers had their backs
turned.
They always received excellent grades though, earning their house points constantly.
It was so *irritating*.
"Shove it, Malfoy," Hermione retorted, avoiding Potter's glare. "That goes for you too,
Potter."
His eyes narrowed.
"I'd watch your mouth, mudblood."
Ron reached for his wand, but Draco already had his out.
"Make another move for your wand, Weasley, and I'll make that mop of red hair on
top of your head a lovely shade of Slytherin green."
It was jus tat that opportune moment Professor Riddle left his classroom and stumbled
upon the scene.
"May I ask what is going on?" he said in a slow, accusatory manner that teachers seem
to inherit.
Before Hermione or Ron could do anything, Draco launched into explanation.
"You see Professor," he began, "We were heading toward your classroom to ask a question
about our assignment when we saw Granger and Weasley laughing about something. We
simply inquired what it was they were laughing about, and they started insulting us."
Riddle pursed his lips. "I see... twenty points from Gryffindor then."
"But-" Ron started, his cheeks now pale.
"I'd suggest you go to your next class, Mr. Weasley, before you cause more trouble than you
already have," he sneered and watched the pair walk down the corridor.