The day Malfoy Snapped Chapter Five

"Whatever, Malfoy," was the first thing Hermione Granger said to him after his insane comment.

"I know what your thinking!  He isn't good enough to be hearing the voices!" he said in a girlish voice.

"Uh…right."

Malfoy walked over to Hagrid and started to talk to him in a peaceful conversation.

"I want to know what Hippogriffs eat, Hagrid.  Very fascinating creatures they are!  Where did you get them?" Draco asked.

"I got 'em at an auction in London," Hagrid said, at a loss for words, "'Bout a 350 galleons each.  Expensive little devils."

"Ah!  Fascinating!  I'm going to get my notebook," Draco replied as Hagrid desperately searched for something that wasn't there.

Hagrid seemed to be unable to stop himself when he found what he was looking for.  Draco came back and started rambling non-stop about Hippogriffs.  Hagrid couldn't take it anymore.  He had a weapon in his hands, but he didn't know if he should use it.

Hagrid made up his mind quickly because WHAP!  Draco Malfoy had been hit square in head with a giant stick.  He fell to the ground with a thud and passed out.

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He woke up about a week later in the Hospital Wing.  He opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore standing over him with his dad.

"Finally!  I've been wanting to sort this WHOLE thing out!" Lucious yelled at his son.  He seemed quite angry.

"What happened?  I don't remember anything.  I just remember being hit with a broomstick at Quidditch practice," Draco explained.

"Nothing happened, Draco," his father said, "Just go back to sleep, you need rest."

So Draco closed his heavy eyes and drifted back to sleep…

THE END!