I just finished watching Jumanji. Wicked good movie. I got the urge to write. I'm sorry the last chapter was so short. Thanks browneyedcat (sorry if I got your name wrong. I'm on a comp with no internet) for correcting me on Seamus's name. and the spelling of Halloween. I always spell that wrong for some reason.
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Harry felt like he was going to vomit. It was the last class before dinner. People from each class have threatened him. Herbology was no fun either. Ron and Hermonie were to his right and Draco and his goonies were to his left. Draco spent the whole class making crude comments.
Herbology was no longer any fun since they had to come inside. Most of their work was sitting at tables and studing for the class or other classes. Professor Sprout had practically given up on the class. She wanted the first hand and often complained to the students about the situation.
Today they got to sit at the desks and do homework for other classes. No one was aloud to get up and move. The Professor was in no need for trouble today. The students, also, didn't want to start trouble. They had no energy for anything. Draco decided to sit next to Harry. Sprout kept a close eye on them. A very close eye on them.
"So, Potter," Draco sneered, "Do you have any today?"
"Maybe."
"If you do I better get some."
"If I do it will cost you 60 gallions." Harry looked at Draco.
"I don't want to buy that much." He harshly whispered.
"It's for you're whole house. But if you don't want it I'll sell it to my house." Harry glanced at Sprout who was looking at the two.
Draco noticed and went back to work. "You know, Potter," he began, "You should have been a Slytherin."
"I was never pressured or beaten by my father."
Shock ran down Dracos face. His quill fell from his hand. "How did you know," his voice was lowered and scared.
"It's hard not to notice," no sympathy was in Harry's voice. He never wished for Draco to be beaten but didn't feel sorry for him at all.
"You'll get your gallions," was the last thing Draco said. He was quiet for once around Harry and his friends.
The class flew by faster now that Harry made up his mind and that dinner would come soon. He was starving. The bell rang and everyone got up to leave. Ron, Hermonie and Harry walked alone back to the common room.
"I didn't know you got a letter from Lisa," Hermonie said.
"Yeah, I just had to make a decision today who to give it to," Harry felt a little uncomfertable.
"You couldn't save us any?" Ron was surprised.
"Of Course I've saved some for us!"
Silence fell upond them. After dropping off their books they headed down stairs to the Great Hall. Draco slipped past them but didn't say a word or even look at them.
"Bloody brillent how you got Malfoy to shut up for once," Ron was astonished. "What did you do?"
"Nothing," Harry knew this wasn't ment to spread around.
They all walked into the hall hungry. They couldn't wait to dig it. Hary was looking foward to eating Supper all day. This was from all the relief he felt. He knew he had to go to see at least one Slytherin after dinner tonight. He just hoped it wasn't Draco. He didn't need to duel or even argue about what happened in Herbology. Fred and George came over and sat with them. Food appeared before them with Dumbledore's wave. Everyone dug in. But not as much as they usually do. They didn't have the munchies or spicifically crave anything.
"Do you have weed tonight, Harry," George asked.
"No, he doesn't. He sold it to the Slytherins." Ron told them.
"YOU WHAT!?!" George and Fred yelled together.
Everyone in the hall turned and looked at them. They all went back to eating when they saw who said it.
"Please tell me you didn't, Harry," George pleaded.
"I did." Harry answered.
"Come on, Harry." Fred gave him puppy dog eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to get reported."
"But we could do favors beyond your imagination." George started to go on about what they could do for him. Harry drowned it out.
"You guys I'm sorry. The next I get from Lisa will be for us." Harry inturupted George and Fred.
"You mean it isn't the good stuff?" Fred questioned.
"No. It's regular."
"Oh, well then we dont want any." Fred plainly stated and went back to eating.
