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Chapter 6 Potter VS Malfoy
Harry gripped the parchment so tight in his fist he was surprised he didn't tear it. He stood outside of the Slytherin kingdom, and wondered why Azkaban wasn't right next door. As far as the eye could see, everything was decorated in green and silver, along with the mascot serpent. The trees around the grounds were bare as if it were winter all year round. A huge stone, Dracula-like castle stood before him. He gritted his teeth, his guards urging him forward, and stepped up to the door.
Draco Malfoy smirked as he saw Harry and his guards enter his conference room. "Brought your soldiers, Potter?"
Harry sneered right back. "You know it's custom, Draco." And he nodded at Malfoy's own guards who stood to the side.
Malfoy smirked as Harry took the chair across from him.
"This better be good," Malfoy hissed.
Harry sneered right back and unrolled the parchment. He thrust it toward him. "You'll find Ernie and Cho's signatures along with mine."
Malfoy's eyes almost disappeared as he scrunched up his face, reading the parchment. "You're out of your mind," he hissed, tossing it back to him.
"You have no say in the matter," Harry said, rolling it back up and stuffing it in his robes.
"Are you daring to threaten me, Potter?" he cracked, one hand digging in his robes.
Harry reached a hand in his robes as well. If it were a duel Malfoy wanted, Harry would do more than bring it.
"Take it any way you want," Harry shouted.
"You let Mudbloods in here, the whole world will go to hell." Malfoy spat.
"It already has!"
"I will not stand for this!" Malfoy yelled, standing up, an inch from Harry's face.
Harry stood up as well. "It will come to pass."
"Like hell it will," Malfoy hissed.
"Oh really?" Harry yelled. "Care to make a bet?" and he withdrew his wand.
"This goes into effect, I'll declare war with the other kingdoms,"
Harry shook his head. "Give it up, Malfoy. You lose."
Hermione stared out of the window in Harry's room. She bit her bottom lip, and fingered the neck of her robes. Where was he? He had left for the Slyhterin kingdom two hours ago, and she was worse than nervous. She knew she should have went with him, she didn't trust Malfoy as far as she could throw him. Ron wanted to go too, but Harry wouldn't allow it. Hermione began pacing back and forth for the thousandth time when she saw a figure in the doorway. Hermione turned, and saw a girl with a mane of red hair.
She was now face-to-face with Ginny Weasley, the girl Harry was with. Hermione stared from Ginny's red hair to the string of diamonds she wore around her neck, and fancy scarlet robes to her own Mud-colored torn robes. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at her.
"I know what you're doing," Ginny said, stepping into the room and slamming the door behind her. "You may have Harry fooled, but I know all about you."
Hermione didn't think this would be a pleasant conversation. "Do you? Let's hear it then."
"You're using Harry as your own personal foot in the door," Ginny said, her eyes narrowed to slits and hair a-flame. "You don't give a crap about him, you're just using him."
"Am I?" Hermione asked. "You have no idea what you're talking about."
Hermione felt a tremor in her heart. She wasn't using Harry, not in any way at all.
Go on, say it, her brain murmured. You love him.
"You know I'm right," Ginny said.
Hermione turned away from her. "This is ridiculous."
"Don't turn your back on me when I talk to you, Muggle!" Ginny yelled.
Hermione whipped around. "What did you call me?"
"A Muggle! A common, filthy Muggle!" Ginny barked.
Hermione withdrew her wand.
"Oh, so it's coming to this?" Ginny asked, withdrawing her own wand.
Hermione gritted her teeth. "You may have more social standing than I do at this moment," she snapped. "But I have more class in my little finger than you have in your entire body."
"Is that so?" Ginny asked, her amber eyes glinting. "C'mon then, bring it on!"
Hermione shook her head. "I won't fight you."
"I will NOT let you have Harry!" Ginny vowed.
"So this is what this is about," Hermione slowly nodded.
Ginny reached up her hand and shoved a very large diamond in Hermione's face. The ring sat upon Ginny's finger with the words I Love You inscribed into it.
Hermione gave a small intake of breath.
"That's right," Ginny said, nodding. "He gave me this. Beautiful, isn't it? Harry proposed to me. And do you know why? Because he loves me."
Hermione lowered her gaze to the floor. Married. Harry was getting married.
Ginny continued, "So he may be doing you a favor, may be helping you out, and incorporating you into the kingdoms, and you may win that battle," she said. "But you will never win the war."
And with that, she strolled out of the room to leave Hermione standing there with her thoughts.