Chapter Two: A Damn Good Beating and Rapist McGonagall?
Ron was on a mission. And that's not usually good. But this time, it surprisingly was.
He had roamed the hallways in between classes, making sure to glare at a certain Malfoy every time he came in eye sight of him. He had made sure to mess up Malfoy's potion during Potions class and get away with it too. And he was going to beat him up after classes were over.
Too bad Transfiguration, the last class of the day, was too bloody long. Ron tapped his quill against his desk top, watching Harry's new wrist watch as it was conveniently turned his way. He tapped his quill a bit more forcefully, watching the seconds pass by.
Damn. Harry had moved his wrist to write something down.
Damn, he stopped.
Damn, Ron hadn't realized Professor McGonagall was calling on him.
"Mr. Weasley!" she shrilled.
Ron slammed his quill down for the last time and it broke.
Damn, his last quill.
"My quill!" Ron cried out in anguish.
"Well if you hadn't been tapping it to death, Mr. Weasley, maybe you wouldn't have broken it. Now, since it is, in fact, broken, can you now pay attention to the lesson?" Professor McGonagall stared at him impatiently.
He nodded, too mournful over his quill to care.
Harry eyed Ron warily, wondering what was up with his best friend. Ron didn't care as Harry's wrist watch was back in place. Ron suddenly remembered why he had been tapping his quill in the first place... in anticipation of the afternoon, and the anticipation of the afternoon was due to his anticipation of beating up Malfoy, and he was beating up Malfoy because he had called his sister a bitch! It was all Malfoy's fault that his quill had broken.
"Fuck you Malfoy, fuck you..." Ron muttered to himself. Harry decided to scoot his chair over a bit.
Hermione raised her hand. She was sitting in front of Ron and he got a good view of her bra through her white blouse. Everyone had given up on robes since it was spring and the weather was warming up. This made Ron smile.
But soon Malfoy was back on his mind.
He mourned his quill.
"Do you think spello-tape will help?" Harry offered. Ron shook his head and heaved a big sigh, the pieces of his quill gripped in his hand. Classes had finally ended and he was making his way outside.
"Are you sure Malfoy is out there?" Hermione asked Ron, trying to keep up with his long strides.
Ron nodded, sure of it.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Are you sure? Because you know Malfoy is unusually pale and going outside might ruin his complexion."
Ron and Hermione laughed at his joke before turning serious, pushing open the front doors and heading outside onto the lawn. They spotted Malfoy's glinting rock-hard hair from a mile away. He was sitting by the lake doing homework and Ron hurried his pace. Hermione and Harry were running a ten mile long marathon to keep up with him.
Ron had grown over the summer.
"Malfoy! You called my sister a bitch and now you're going to pay, you bastard!" Ron dropped his books on the ground and Malfoy stood, flipping his hair away from his eyes.
"Wanna bet?" Malfoy took out his wand.
Ron pointed to his wand, "You won't need that..." Before Malfoy could respond, Ron had punched him square in the jaw. Malfoy collapsed backwards and moaned. Ron turned to whip his hair behind him and look lustfully at Hermione, "That... felt... GOOD!" Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron apparently loved that scene in the movie. She, on the other hand, didn't.
"You idiot!" Malfoy cried out, "I didn't call your sister a bitch in the first place... Hell, I didn't know you had a sister!"
"Well, he does! See the resemblance?" Ginny suddenly appeared through the throng of people surrounding the two boys, holding a lock of her wavy red hair up. She dropped it to place her hand on her hip and glared at the people watching. "What are you looking at?"
They all stepped back and looked at each other before going back to their original activities.
Malfoy stood up and looked from Ginny to Ron and back again, "You two... are related?"
Ron and Ginny rolled their eyes at the same time. That proved it all.
"Well, I don't recall calling your sister a bitch, so if you would apologize..." Draco motioned towards his jaw.
Ron raised an eyebrow in mock confusion at Malfoy, "HA!" He picked up his books and walked away. Hermione and Harry followed, looking over their shoulders towards Ginny, wondering if she'd be okay. When they heard a sickening, "SMACK!" and saw that she had slapped him, they knew she'd be fine.
SMACK
Ginny had slapped Malfoy good and hard. "You deserved that," she announced to him.
"For calling you a name I don't remember?" he was now clutching his jaw with his right hand and his cheek with his left. Ginny stuck her nose up in the air and scurried off haughtily.
Snort
Malfoy groaned. Only one person he knew snorted.
"Rather good show Draco," she purred in his ear, "If I was still your girlfriend, I would be rather jealous right now..."
Draco turned to see Professor McGonagall perched on his shoulder in cat-form. He screamed. Professor McGonagall transfigured back into her human self and glared him down. Since when had she been his girlfriend? He wouldn't have done that willingly. Ew... wasn't that... illegal? Wait! McGonagall... a rapist?
"Miss Parkinson, return to the Slytherin Common Room, this doesn't concern you..." McGonagall scolded. Draco turned to see that Pansy was indeed standing right behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, what seems to be the problem?" she raised her eyebrows, "Perhaps you should tell me on the way to the hospital wing."
Draco was about to nod and tattle everything... but watching Pansy's fit body, her swaying hips and all, walking back to the castle, he had a sudden idea. "Oh no Professor, it was nothing. I'm fine, honestly," he lied, even when she stared knowingly at him. He smirked back. She swooned.
"All right Mr. Malfoy, but if you ever decide to confess... please do," she turned and floated, as most Hogwarts teachers do, back to the castle.
Draco grinned maliciously, scaring some first years, before hurrying back to the castle himself, to find Pansy...