Slightly different format here folks - I hope you like it; I thought it
might bring about a slightly refreshing turn on the doom and gloom of my
last 29 chapters (LOL). Enjoy, there is more good Slytherin excitement to
come! Be wary of Gryffindor double standards and the like!
31
"My, my...what have we here, Harry?"
"Looks like a spewing Slytherin to me, Ron!"
"What should we do about him defiling the beautiful entrance to our beloved school Harry? It's bad enough that it's a snake, but to stink up the place this badly takes some effort"
"I don't know Ron, maybe we should just leave him here 'til the road crews come 'round and scoop him up in their bins."
"Bully of an idea, Harry, but I just might have to give him a kick for good measure!"
"I would expect nothing less of you Ron.."
"Well I certainly would!" Hermione Granger spat at them, hands shaking in outrage. "This is atrocious! He could be dying for all we know. There's blood here, too. How can you be so derogatory towards Slytherin when you act just as badly as they do! This is hideous. Cast a Mobilicorpus on him and let's get out of here and back to the castle."
Groaning the two boys spoke up "But 'Mione, he'd never do it for us, and it's just bloody Malfoy. he'll just turn around and hex us when he comes to!"
"I don't care! Now do something about this." With that, Hermione cast a cleansing charm over the much paler than usual blonde teen, and stared expectantly at the flushing Gryffindor in front of her. "Now!"
"Crikey, we were just trying to have some fun. I guess you just wouldn't know what that was all about spoilsport."
"Back off, Ron! 'Mione's right, we were acting like a couple of blighters. Now let's just get him moved into the castle and up to the infirmary." Harry cast a look to see if Hermione had heard him stand up for her, and was disappointed to see she had already begun walking to the entrance steps and was out of hearing range. ON a whim, he swung around and delivered a well-aimed and (so he thought) long deserved kick at Malfoy's ass. He regretted it as soon as he did, as Draco began heaving and retching anew.
"Damn Harry - what'd you go and do that for? He's going to puke on" Ron was momentarily cut off as a stream of bile projected itself from Malfoy's mouth and hit the seams of his robes and his shoes. "Us" He finished miserably.
"That's bloody funny Ron. I wish I could have frozen the expression on your face. Ugh!" He added "you smell Dreadful!"
"Sometimes you're a crappy friend, you know that Potter? Let's just get this thing done, Harry. I need to go get cleaned up before dinner." With that, the two boys flicked their wands over the miserable wretch on the ground and then began the slow walk up to the castle, Draco heaving in his unconsciousness a foot above the ground behind them.
The castle was very quiet as they entered, as it was not only the weekend but a Hogsmeade trip day as well. AS the front doors shut behind them, they began ascending the staircase. Malfoy was still again, having finished retching on the front steps of the castle, which would set Filtch off for a week at least. At last they arrived at the infirmary and Harry timidly knocked on the door.
It swung open and Madame Pomfrey stood glaring down at them. "There are no visitors permitted right now, the infirmary is closed. She went to shut the door when Ron spoke up and stepped aside, revealing the dark huddled mass floating along behind them.
"It's Malfoy." He stated simply, unsure of what else to say. "We found him at the front gates like this."
"Bring him in, bring him in then. What a day this is turning into. I was wondering what had taken him so long." The Medi-witch was now speaking more to herself than the two boys. She levitated him onto the nearest bed, and pulled the curtains around to begin examining and healing his ailments.
Left on their own for a moment, Ron and Harry glanced around the ward, and stared open-mouthed in shock at what they saw there. Not only Cassandra Caliga, who lay in her bed as grey as death, with none other than Headmaster Dumbledore crouched in a chair at her bedside facing away from them. Looking around they also saw a man (could it be a Muggle?) so badly battered that he was unrecognizable. They continued to stare, wondering who the mystery person could be when the headmaster spoke.
"Thank you for bringing Mr. Malfoy back tot eh castle boys. You will find Gryffindor house to gain 25 points for each of you over this matter, as you could very well have left him wherever he was with the rivalry between your houses. Yet, you did not, and for that I am exceptionally grateful."
At this, Ron and Harry exchanged guilty glances behind the headmasters back. Had he somehow known about their argument with Hermione about that very fact? The two young men doubted it, and yet.. How DID Professor Dumbledore always seem to know basically everything that happened around there? Their glances quickly fell back on the man in the last bed, and Ron kept flicking his chin at Harry to ask Dumbledore who the patient was.
"Thanks for your help boys. If you are concerned, Miss Caliga has begun a slow and painful recovery from poisoning, and should be able to rejoin classes within the month. I will fill you in on young Malfoy as soon as we know his condition. Good Day."
Duly dismissed, the two boys left without another word said, faces burning in shame for their lack of caring and bad manners and wondering whether it was possible that house points should have been deducted rather than awarded .
31
"My, my...what have we here, Harry?"
"Looks like a spewing Slytherin to me, Ron!"
"What should we do about him defiling the beautiful entrance to our beloved school Harry? It's bad enough that it's a snake, but to stink up the place this badly takes some effort"
"I don't know Ron, maybe we should just leave him here 'til the road crews come 'round and scoop him up in their bins."
"Bully of an idea, Harry, but I just might have to give him a kick for good measure!"
"I would expect nothing less of you Ron.."
"Well I certainly would!" Hermione Granger spat at them, hands shaking in outrage. "This is atrocious! He could be dying for all we know. There's blood here, too. How can you be so derogatory towards Slytherin when you act just as badly as they do! This is hideous. Cast a Mobilicorpus on him and let's get out of here and back to the castle."
Groaning the two boys spoke up "But 'Mione, he'd never do it for us, and it's just bloody Malfoy. he'll just turn around and hex us when he comes to!"
"I don't care! Now do something about this." With that, Hermione cast a cleansing charm over the much paler than usual blonde teen, and stared expectantly at the flushing Gryffindor in front of her. "Now!"
"Crikey, we were just trying to have some fun. I guess you just wouldn't know what that was all about spoilsport."
"Back off, Ron! 'Mione's right, we were acting like a couple of blighters. Now let's just get him moved into the castle and up to the infirmary." Harry cast a look to see if Hermione had heard him stand up for her, and was disappointed to see she had already begun walking to the entrance steps and was out of hearing range. ON a whim, he swung around and delivered a well-aimed and (so he thought) long deserved kick at Malfoy's ass. He regretted it as soon as he did, as Draco began heaving and retching anew.
"Damn Harry - what'd you go and do that for? He's going to puke on" Ron was momentarily cut off as a stream of bile projected itself from Malfoy's mouth and hit the seams of his robes and his shoes. "Us" He finished miserably.
"That's bloody funny Ron. I wish I could have frozen the expression on your face. Ugh!" He added "you smell Dreadful!"
"Sometimes you're a crappy friend, you know that Potter? Let's just get this thing done, Harry. I need to go get cleaned up before dinner." With that, the two boys flicked their wands over the miserable wretch on the ground and then began the slow walk up to the castle, Draco heaving in his unconsciousness a foot above the ground behind them.
The castle was very quiet as they entered, as it was not only the weekend but a Hogsmeade trip day as well. AS the front doors shut behind them, they began ascending the staircase. Malfoy was still again, having finished retching on the front steps of the castle, which would set Filtch off for a week at least. At last they arrived at the infirmary and Harry timidly knocked on the door.
It swung open and Madame Pomfrey stood glaring down at them. "There are no visitors permitted right now, the infirmary is closed. She went to shut the door when Ron spoke up and stepped aside, revealing the dark huddled mass floating along behind them.
"It's Malfoy." He stated simply, unsure of what else to say. "We found him at the front gates like this."
"Bring him in, bring him in then. What a day this is turning into. I was wondering what had taken him so long." The Medi-witch was now speaking more to herself than the two boys. She levitated him onto the nearest bed, and pulled the curtains around to begin examining and healing his ailments.
Left on their own for a moment, Ron and Harry glanced around the ward, and stared open-mouthed in shock at what they saw there. Not only Cassandra Caliga, who lay in her bed as grey as death, with none other than Headmaster Dumbledore crouched in a chair at her bedside facing away from them. Looking around they also saw a man (could it be a Muggle?) so badly battered that he was unrecognizable. They continued to stare, wondering who the mystery person could be when the headmaster spoke.
"Thank you for bringing Mr. Malfoy back tot eh castle boys. You will find Gryffindor house to gain 25 points for each of you over this matter, as you could very well have left him wherever he was with the rivalry between your houses. Yet, you did not, and for that I am exceptionally grateful."
At this, Ron and Harry exchanged guilty glances behind the headmasters back. Had he somehow known about their argument with Hermione about that very fact? The two young men doubted it, and yet.. How DID Professor Dumbledore always seem to know basically everything that happened around there? Their glances quickly fell back on the man in the last bed, and Ron kept flicking his chin at Harry to ask Dumbledore who the patient was.
"Thanks for your help boys. If you are concerned, Miss Caliga has begun a slow and painful recovery from poisoning, and should be able to rejoin classes within the month. I will fill you in on young Malfoy as soon as we know his condition. Good Day."
Duly dismissed, the two boys left without another word said, faces burning in shame for their lack of caring and bad manners and wondering whether it was possible that house points should have been deducted rather than awarded .