Chapter 7
That week, Malfoy did as the expected. The three didn't have any choice but to do what he said. It started out with simple things such as carrying books and running errands. By Tuesday, it had gotten a little more harsh, such as doing his homework. Nothing too severe. But by Wednesday, Malfoy had done something that made the three decide to take action. Classes had just finished and the the Gryffindors and Slytherins were walking out of double potions. Malfoy and the other Slytherins were whispering and giggling in a big huddle next to the door. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came out and noticed them.
"We better move," Harry said, "the more we avoid Malfoy the less he can boss us around."
"Yeah," Ron said as they sped up, "It's never safe to be around a bunch of giggling Slytherins anyway."
Then they heard a call, "Hey, you three,Potter, Weasley, Granger"
They were too close to pretend they hadn't heard. They whirled around, reluctantly. The Slytherins looked very happy about something. In other words, uh oh.
"Come over here"
They slowly made their way over.
"My friends and I have been working up a little performance for you, Granger," Malfoy said, "Today, during dinner we would like for you to sing a little song for the school." He handed Hermione a piece of paper titled "My Mudblood Ways". They read over the paper. It was a very embarassing song.
Hermione looked up, "I am not doing this"
Malfoy took the comment lightly, "You forgot, Granger, that I still have your diary."
"I don't care what it costs me. I didn't make prefect this year for all the trouble I've gotten into in my last four. I don't want to risk it anymore."
(a/n: Hermione's forgetting that she has been risking it.)
Malfoy frowned. Reading a diary to a whole school is far less appealing than this.
"Fine, Granger. You may do it tomorrow when all the teachers will be at a meeting in Hogsmeade during dinner." Then he turned around and headed down the hall before anyone had a chance to say anything.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked silently to Gryffindor tower. When they got there, Hermione fell onto the nearest couch.
"Oh, what am I going to do now!?" She groaned. Neither Harry nor Ron knew what to say.
Then Harry came up with an idea, "Maybe we can get Malfoy to give us our stuff back before dinner tomorrow."
Hermione gave a hopeless laugh, "And how are we supposed to do that?"
Harry told them. Ron cracked up,
but Hermione was 100% against it, "That is a major school rule we would be breaking. Plus, I wouldn't do it anyway. You know that. How are we supposed to get it any way? It's bound to be in the Restricted Section of the library."
"You could easily butter up one of the teachers for a pass"
"Still-"
"Come on Hermione. We really need you to do this."
"Why can't you guys do it yourself?"
Both Harry and Ron looked sick at the thought.
Hermione just realized what she had said, and said quickly,
"Okay, I get it. I'll do it, but I will regret it."
That week, Malfoy did as the expected. The three didn't have any choice but to do what he said. It started out with simple things such as carrying books and running errands. By Tuesday, it had gotten a little more harsh, such as doing his homework. Nothing too severe. But by Wednesday, Malfoy had done something that made the three decide to take action. Classes had just finished and the the Gryffindors and Slytherins were walking out of double potions. Malfoy and the other Slytherins were whispering and giggling in a big huddle next to the door. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came out and noticed them.
"We better move," Harry said, "the more we avoid Malfoy the less he can boss us around."
"Yeah," Ron said as they sped up, "It's never safe to be around a bunch of giggling Slytherins anyway."
Then they heard a call, "Hey, you three,Potter, Weasley, Granger"
They were too close to pretend they hadn't heard. They whirled around, reluctantly. The Slytherins looked very happy about something. In other words, uh oh.
"Come over here"
They slowly made their way over.
"My friends and I have been working up a little performance for you, Granger," Malfoy said, "Today, during dinner we would like for you to sing a little song for the school." He handed Hermione a piece of paper titled "My Mudblood Ways". They read over the paper. It was a very embarassing song.
Hermione looked up, "I am not doing this"
Malfoy took the comment lightly, "You forgot, Granger, that I still have your diary."
"I don't care what it costs me. I didn't make prefect this year for all the trouble I've gotten into in my last four. I don't want to risk it anymore."
(a/n: Hermione's forgetting that she has been risking it.)
Malfoy frowned. Reading a diary to a whole school is far less appealing than this.
"Fine, Granger. You may do it tomorrow when all the teachers will be at a meeting in Hogsmeade during dinner." Then he turned around and headed down the hall before anyone had a chance to say anything.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked silently to Gryffindor tower. When they got there, Hermione fell onto the nearest couch.
"Oh, what am I going to do now!?" She groaned. Neither Harry nor Ron knew what to say.
Then Harry came up with an idea, "Maybe we can get Malfoy to give us our stuff back before dinner tomorrow."
Hermione gave a hopeless laugh, "And how are we supposed to do that?"
Harry told them. Ron cracked up,
but Hermione was 100% against it, "That is a major school rule we would be breaking. Plus, I wouldn't do it anyway. You know that. How are we supposed to get it any way? It's bound to be in the Restricted Section of the library."
"You could easily butter up one of the teachers for a pass"
"Still-"
"Come on Hermione. We really need you to do this."
"Why can't you guys do it yourself?"
Both Harry and Ron looked sick at the thought.
Hermione just realized what she had said, and said quickly,
"Okay, I get it. I'll do it, but I will regret it."