Chapter Nine – Rearranging Malfoy's Face
The grass crunched underneath my feet when I walked out into the gardens, bathed underneath the Full Moon. My thoughts instantly turned to Remus and that was when I was reminded that he was having it hard that night. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, I felt genuinely sorry for him. Thoughts of Remus made me make a mental note to apologise to Hermione the next morning.
I sat by the makeshift pond (magically generated by Eyebrows) and dwelled on my thoughts. Before I knew it, I was counting down the days until I was discharged from Silverwater. However, I had three more weeks and rest assured they were going to be like three years. I sighed, breathed in the cool and balmy breeze and watched as the moon reflected upon the pond.
"Can't sleep either?" said a voice.
I craned my neck around and came face to face with Regan Zabini.
"I couldn't either," she said. "I shouldn't have had all that coffee this morning. Besides, have you seen Liv?"
"She's in my room," I replied as I turned away from her.
Regan sighed in relief and ran a hand through her thick black hair, bestowed upon her by her Spanish background. "Good," she cried. "She's my roommate and I was getting worried."
"There's no need to worry."
"That's good to hear."
Regan paused for a moment and then gazed at me with obvious pity in her eyes.
"You miss her, do you?" Regan finally asked, shattering the awkward silence.
I squirmed uncomfortably in my position. "Who?" I asked, although I knew who she was referring to.
"Ginny, of course," Regan replied. "I know you do. It's obvious."
"How can I not?" I said. "She was Ginny."
"I know," Regan sighed. "Life's a bitch and then you die."
"Tell me about it."
"Oh how quaint," drawled a male voice, this time with a hint of a patrician slur.
Regan and I spun around and were greeted by the sight of Draco Malfoy. In his usual manner, he folded his arms across his chest and scorned at us.
"Having a romantic chat under the moonlight?" he suggested derisively.
"What benefit do you get from making everyone's life a living hell?" asked Regan.
"Yeah and why are you out of bed?" I added.
Suddenly, Regan and I sprung to our feet and mimicked his actions by folding our arms across our chests simultaneously. In doing so we looked like Muggle FBI agents. All we needed were black suits.
"The benefit I get is the benefit of self-satisfaction," Malfoy replied. "And to answer your question, Potter, I felt like taking a walk. Is that a crime all of a sudden?"
"It is if you're going to annoy us,' I replied. "Sod off!"
"No!" Malfoy snapped like an immature toddler. "Don't tell me what to do."
"Do you mind?" Regan cried exasperatedly. "We're having a private conversation here!"
Malfoy's neck craned his head as it turned to Regan, "You were always a disgrace to the Zabini family," he drawled. "Blaise always denied a filial connection between the two of you."
Same old Malfoy. He was no different to when he was at school.
"I'd rather be a Zabini disgrace rather than a Zabini," Regan spat, "especially since my uncle and my father were inducted into the Death Eater's circle two years ago."
"And what are you having a conversation about anyway?" Malfoy asked. "Not that I'm interested in your sordid affairs or anything."
Idiot, why did he ask in the first place?
"If you must know," I began slowly as the anger bubbled inside of me, "we were talking about Ginny."
"Yes," said Malfoy as he nodded his head in mock contemplation. "I always wondered why you were with that weasel – and then it occurred to me. She looks like your dead mother."
I suddenly felt a wave of anger overpower me as my hands curled into fists. How dare he.
"Well, now we know they have one thing in common. They're both dead."
Malfoy laughed at his own joke and that was when I finally snapped and pounced on him, hitting every single inch that I could find of him.
"HARRY! STOP!"
I ignored Regan and continued to hurt Malfoy as much as I could. I wanted to disfigure his face to the extent that it would become unrecognisable. He almost bludgeoned his father to death. I wanted him to get the same treatment.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I snarled. "You're SICK!"
"Harry, stop this now!"
Regan jumped into the foray and tried to pry the two of us apart, all to no avail. I threw her off me and punched Malfoy squarely in the face.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I shrieked over and over again as I punched, kicked, bit and scratched.
"Harry – stop it!" cried Regan.
"Get off me you friggin' psycho!" screamed Malfoy.
"Impedimenta!"
Suddenly, the two of us were sprung apart by an invisible force like two positively charged ions. Dr Bell and the same male nurses that restrained Malfoy on his first day here came charging out of the building towards us. Dr Bell had her wand raised to eye level and pointed directly at us.
It was then when I realised the damage I had inflicted on Malfoy's otherwise well-groomed form. By the end of the whole fiasco Malfoy was sporting two black eyes, a bleeding lip and a throbbing lump protruding out of his head. I, on the other hand managed to get away with only a few minor cuts and bruises.
"You!" Dr Bell yelled as she pointed her wand at Malfoy and Regan. "Go back your rooms now and don't come out. Nurse Jones will tend to you, Mr Malfoy. You," she pointed her wand at me, "in my office – NOW!"
All our shoulders slumped forward at the same time and together we walked back to the building. Once inside we parted ways. Malfoy and Regan headed towards the direction of the dorm rooms whereas I marched sombrely to Dr Bell's office.
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The grass crunched underneath my feet when I walked out into the gardens, bathed underneath the Full Moon. My thoughts instantly turned to Remus and that was when I was reminded that he was having it hard that night. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, I felt genuinely sorry for him. Thoughts of Remus made me make a mental note to apologise to Hermione the next morning.
I sat by the makeshift pond (magically generated by Eyebrows) and dwelled on my thoughts. Before I knew it, I was counting down the days until I was discharged from Silverwater. However, I had three more weeks and rest assured they were going to be like three years. I sighed, breathed in the cool and balmy breeze and watched as the moon reflected upon the pond.
"Can't sleep either?" said a voice.
I craned my neck around and came face to face with Regan Zabini.
"I couldn't either," she said. "I shouldn't have had all that coffee this morning. Besides, have you seen Liv?"
"She's in my room," I replied as I turned away from her.
Regan sighed in relief and ran a hand through her thick black hair, bestowed upon her by her Spanish background. "Good," she cried. "She's my roommate and I was getting worried."
"There's no need to worry."
"That's good to hear."
Regan paused for a moment and then gazed at me with obvious pity in her eyes.
"You miss her, do you?" Regan finally asked, shattering the awkward silence.
I squirmed uncomfortably in my position. "Who?" I asked, although I knew who she was referring to.
"Ginny, of course," Regan replied. "I know you do. It's obvious."
"How can I not?" I said. "She was Ginny."
"I know," Regan sighed. "Life's a bitch and then you die."
"Tell me about it."
"Oh how quaint," drawled a male voice, this time with a hint of a patrician slur.
Regan and I spun around and were greeted by the sight of Draco Malfoy. In his usual manner, he folded his arms across his chest and scorned at us.
"Having a romantic chat under the moonlight?" he suggested derisively.
"What benefit do you get from making everyone's life a living hell?" asked Regan.
"Yeah and why are you out of bed?" I added.
Suddenly, Regan and I sprung to our feet and mimicked his actions by folding our arms across our chests simultaneously. In doing so we looked like Muggle FBI agents. All we needed were black suits.
"The benefit I get is the benefit of self-satisfaction," Malfoy replied. "And to answer your question, Potter, I felt like taking a walk. Is that a crime all of a sudden?"
"It is if you're going to annoy us,' I replied. "Sod off!"
"No!" Malfoy snapped like an immature toddler. "Don't tell me what to do."
"Do you mind?" Regan cried exasperatedly. "We're having a private conversation here!"
Malfoy's neck craned his head as it turned to Regan, "You were always a disgrace to the Zabini family," he drawled. "Blaise always denied a filial connection between the two of you."
Same old Malfoy. He was no different to when he was at school.
"I'd rather be a Zabini disgrace rather than a Zabini," Regan spat, "especially since my uncle and my father were inducted into the Death Eater's circle two years ago."
"And what are you having a conversation about anyway?" Malfoy asked. "Not that I'm interested in your sordid affairs or anything."
Idiot, why did he ask in the first place?
"If you must know," I began slowly as the anger bubbled inside of me, "we were talking about Ginny."
"Yes," said Malfoy as he nodded his head in mock contemplation. "I always wondered why you were with that weasel – and then it occurred to me. She looks like your dead mother."
I suddenly felt a wave of anger overpower me as my hands curled into fists. How dare he.
"Well, now we know they have one thing in common. They're both dead."
Malfoy laughed at his own joke and that was when I finally snapped and pounced on him, hitting every single inch that I could find of him.
"HARRY! STOP!"
I ignored Regan and continued to hurt Malfoy as much as I could. I wanted to disfigure his face to the extent that it would become unrecognisable. He almost bludgeoned his father to death. I wanted him to get the same treatment.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I snarled. "You're SICK!"
"Harry, stop this now!"
Regan jumped into the foray and tried to pry the two of us apart, all to no avail. I threw her off me and punched Malfoy squarely in the face.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I shrieked over and over again as I punched, kicked, bit and scratched.
"Harry – stop it!" cried Regan.
"Get off me you friggin' psycho!" screamed Malfoy.
"Impedimenta!"
Suddenly, the two of us were sprung apart by an invisible force like two positively charged ions. Dr Bell and the same male nurses that restrained Malfoy on his first day here came charging out of the building towards us. Dr Bell had her wand raised to eye level and pointed directly at us.
It was then when I realised the damage I had inflicted on Malfoy's otherwise well-groomed form. By the end of the whole fiasco Malfoy was sporting two black eyes, a bleeding lip and a throbbing lump protruding out of his head. I, on the other hand managed to get away with only a few minor cuts and bruises.
"You!" Dr Bell yelled as she pointed her wand at Malfoy and Regan. "Go back your rooms now and don't come out. Nurse Jones will tend to you, Mr Malfoy. You," she pointed her wand at me, "in my office – NOW!"
All our shoulders slumped forward at the same time and together we walked back to the building. Once inside we parted ways. Malfoy and Regan headed towards the direction of the dorm rooms whereas I marched sombrely to Dr Bell's office.
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