Chapter 4-

Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushed out of the Transfiguration class they shared together to the Great Hall. It was lunch.

The three sat down at the Gryffindor table and waited anxiously for their food to appear.

Lunch was a usually magnificent meal at Hogwarts, as far as lunches go. Whereas most lunches consist of microwavable or boring sandwiches, Hogwarts students enjoyed chicken sandwiches, BLT's, and other fancy (err) lunch items.

But today was different.

Underneath the silver food covers of the luncheon meal, instead of a fresh chicken sub or mouth-watering BLT, lurked, all strewn together sloppily, the grossest peanut butter and jelly sandwiches anyone could ever imagine. The jelly had soaked through the bread, the peanut butter had somehow gotten to the outside of the sandwich, and crusts hung half-way on, half-way off.

"Ew," said Harry, looking at a fly that was stuck to his glob of sandwich.

"This can't be a good omen about Ginny," said Ron, gagging of the sopping bread.

"Nuh-uh," replied Hermione, trying to unstick peanut butter from the roof of her mouth.

"Whassamatta Granger?" sneered Draco Malfoy, emerging out of nowhere, "Is the Mudblood chocking on her peanut butter?"

Hermione shot Malfoy a venomous look.

"We Slytherins are enjoying a nice grilled cheese and tomato soup lunch," continued Draco, "While it is not the usual fancy lunch we are used to, it is far better than that PB&J shit that seems to be asphyxiating you. And, while it would be an insult to my honor, I would be almost glad to offer my tomato soup and grilled cheese to you. To put you out of your misery."

"Fuck off, Malfoy;" growled Hermione, "Although though I love grilled cheese and tomato soup, even the most beastly PB&J sandwich is better than a grilled cheese and tomato soup meal gotten from you."

"Suit yourself," Draco answered, then after a short pause, he added, "...Mudblood."

"What the fuck was that?" asked a puzzled Harry.

"Dunno," answered Hermione, "The sandwich was probably laced with arsenic."

"We've got no time to worry about who poisoned whose sandwich!" exclaimed Ron, "Here comes Ginny with good-for-nothing Colin!"

"Hey guys!" shouted Ginny, as she ran to the Gryffindor table, her left hand in Colin's right, "Colin asked me out and I said yes!"

When her joyous exclamation was met with cruel, stony silence, a defeated Ginny gave up and strolled over with Colin to the other side of the Gryffindor table.

"Mmm...PB&J, my favorite!" she smiled, as her left hand broke out in hives.

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