Harry looked up as the door slid open. He stared into the eyes of none
other than Draco Malfoy, flanked by his two usual bodyguards.
"Well, well, well. Looky who it is. Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood. And who is this? Another one of your helpless victims?" He looked at Missy with a cocked head. "Hmmm, new, are you?" She nodded her head. "Well, if you want to be known as a loser for the rest of your life, you sure picked a fine bunch to hang out with. Pity really. To let such a gorgeous face go to waste." He whispered the last part softly before fixing his face with a sneer.
"Snuff off Malfoy," Ron said, pulling out his wand from his right pocket.
"Ooh, look. Someone's got an attitude," Malfoy replied, stepping closer to his two goons for protection.
"And someone's got a stick up their ass," Missy stepped up. She smiled cruelly before adding, "which I would ask you to remove, except I can see your head's blocking the way." To her surprise, Malfoy didn't look mad. Instead he glared at her with interest, eyes narrowed and glazed.
"Well, I guess I'll see you prats later," he said, turning around to leave.
"Unfortunately," they all said in unison.
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Half an hour later, they were all sitting on the seats of the compartment, still talking about Malfoy. They had gotten on the subject as soon as he had left. Presently, Ron was explaining animatedly about the incident last year when 'Moody' had turned him into a ferret.
".. Unfortunately, right then McGonagall - she's the deputy headmistress - came down and stopped him. 'Moody' didn't even stop when she came down at first, but then she transfigured him back. It was hilarious; you should have been there. His face was bright pink, which is unusual because a Malfoy is never embarrassed," he said in an extremely mocking voice. They all broke out in laughter.
"You guys, I think we should change into our robes now," Hermione said, breaking up the snickers and giggles. They all looked at her and Harry nodded his head.
"You're right, let's go Ron."
The two boys left and walked to the bathroom.
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Once they were both changed, they headed back to the compartment.
"So, what do you think about Missy?" Ron asked. Harry looked at the floor. He could feel sweat on his palms.
"W-what do you mean?" he asked. Ron looked at him knowingly.
"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering." He grinned at Harry. "I mean, I just thought that your eyes might fall out if you stared at her any longer." Harry pretended not to know what he was talking about.
"What? I was not staring at her. I-I just thought that, you know - that, well - "
"You're pathetic, you know that? The worst liar ever." Ron said, still smiling at his friend. He opened the compartment door and walked in, to find Hermione and Missy had already changed.
"You guys sure took your time," Hermione said as they came back in.
"Oh, we were just talking," Ron said tauntingly, looking at Harry. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Really? About what?" Missy asked, sounding interested.
"You," Ron replied simply. Harry glared at him.
"Shut up Ron! No we weren't, he's just kidding. We were talking about.. Quidditch," Harry said, satisfied with his answer.
"Yeah, we were talking about how much Harry likes quidditch, isn't that right Harry?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Stop being so childish Ron. I have no idea what you're talking about. I do not like quidditch, so just leave me alone."
"Well, well, well. Looky who it is. Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood. And who is this? Another one of your helpless victims?" He looked at Missy with a cocked head. "Hmmm, new, are you?" She nodded her head. "Well, if you want to be known as a loser for the rest of your life, you sure picked a fine bunch to hang out with. Pity really. To let such a gorgeous face go to waste." He whispered the last part softly before fixing his face with a sneer.
"Snuff off Malfoy," Ron said, pulling out his wand from his right pocket.
"Ooh, look. Someone's got an attitude," Malfoy replied, stepping closer to his two goons for protection.
"And someone's got a stick up their ass," Missy stepped up. She smiled cruelly before adding, "which I would ask you to remove, except I can see your head's blocking the way." To her surprise, Malfoy didn't look mad. Instead he glared at her with interest, eyes narrowed and glazed.
"Well, I guess I'll see you prats later," he said, turning around to leave.
"Unfortunately," they all said in unison.
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Half an hour later, they were all sitting on the seats of the compartment, still talking about Malfoy. They had gotten on the subject as soon as he had left. Presently, Ron was explaining animatedly about the incident last year when 'Moody' had turned him into a ferret.
".. Unfortunately, right then McGonagall - she's the deputy headmistress - came down and stopped him. 'Moody' didn't even stop when she came down at first, but then she transfigured him back. It was hilarious; you should have been there. His face was bright pink, which is unusual because a Malfoy is never embarrassed," he said in an extremely mocking voice. They all broke out in laughter.
"You guys, I think we should change into our robes now," Hermione said, breaking up the snickers and giggles. They all looked at her and Harry nodded his head.
"You're right, let's go Ron."
The two boys left and walked to the bathroom.
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Once they were both changed, they headed back to the compartment.
"So, what do you think about Missy?" Ron asked. Harry looked at the floor. He could feel sweat on his palms.
"W-what do you mean?" he asked. Ron looked at him knowingly.
"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering." He grinned at Harry. "I mean, I just thought that your eyes might fall out if you stared at her any longer." Harry pretended not to know what he was talking about.
"What? I was not staring at her. I-I just thought that, you know - that, well - "
"You're pathetic, you know that? The worst liar ever." Ron said, still smiling at his friend. He opened the compartment door and walked in, to find Hermione and Missy had already changed.
"You guys sure took your time," Hermione said as they came back in.
"Oh, we were just talking," Ron said tauntingly, looking at Harry. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Really? About what?" Missy asked, sounding interested.
"You," Ron replied simply. Harry glared at him.
"Shut up Ron! No we weren't, he's just kidding. We were talking about.. Quidditch," Harry said, satisfied with his answer.
"Yeah, we were talking about how much Harry likes quidditch, isn't that right Harry?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Stop being so childish Ron. I have no idea what you're talking about. I do not like quidditch, so just leave me alone."