Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: It's been a while. I start school on the 19th of August so I'm trying to get out new chapters as soon as possible. This story isn't going to follow The Breakfast Club exactly but the plot is based upon it. For instance I have my own reasons for why they all got detentions so...yeah. Oh and big thanks to those who reviewed my story!
Getting to Know You
Minutes of silence had past like a warm knife through butter. Harry's nose had stopped bleeding as had Malfoy's lip. The tension in the room was pushing down on them so hard that it was only seconds before someone had to speak.
"I still don't understand what the big deal was," whispered Ginny.
"No you wouldn't; would you Weaslette?" spat Draco.
"You don't miss a beat do you?" asked Harry but not wanting an answer, "You just love to jump at people's throats every chance you get."
"I'm warning you Potter." Malfoy muttered through clenched teeth.
"This is all a game to you isn't it? Hurting other people's feelings just so you feel superior? That's pathetic." Harry glared at Malfoy disgusted.
"You want to know what's pathetic Potter?" he asked without looking up from his cards, "Pathetic is Chang over there crying her eyes out over an event that happened two years ago. Pathetic is Weaslette swooning over 'The Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die', himself. Pathetic is Mudblood sticking her nose in a book whenever she feels threatened-," but he was cut short.
"You, FERRET BOY, have no idea how I feel! How DARE you talk about things you don't even take the time to understand!" exclaimed Hermione. She was extremely red in the face and looked on the verge of tears.
"Oh I understand perfectly. Lets take a little trip shall we to the Granger home on summer holidays." By now he even had Cho's attention and he took full advantage of it. "I picture a little white house with a picket fence and a red door, the perfect commercial home. I picture Mrs. Granger baking cookies and slaving over at hot stove while our dear mudblood, here, reads a book at the table. Then I picture Mr. Granger coming home from a hard day of work, giving his wife a kiss and patting his daughter on the head. The perfect family setting, wouldn't you think? Mudblood?" By now Hermione had sunk into her chair and was staring at a blank page in her book.
"Alright Malfoy, tell us, what exactly goes on in Malfoy Manor on summer holidays?" asked Harry. "Is it perfect and luxurious?"
"No, Potter, it's not. You really want to know?" he asked in an almost warning tone.
"Yes."
"Alright listen up because you'll never hear it from my mouth again." He said and smirked. "A day in Malfoy Manor. Picture a luxurious and spacious mansion that is full of expensive paintings and goods. Of course you, Weaslette, will have to think a little harder considering that Hogwarts is a luxury compared to your shack you call a home."
"Get on with it Malfoy," warned Harry.
"You walk in the dining room full of chandeliers and shiny golden utensils. You see boy at the table, polishing his Nimbus Two Thousand-One. At the other side of the room you see a tall blonde and drunken woman, too drunk to make it to the table without bumping into walls. She sits down and pours herself some wine as they wait for the man of the house. He storms in the room. Obviously thinking he's high and mighty. You see him glare at his wife in disgust and sit down. Then he turns his head toward his son, polishing his broom at the dinner table is unacceptable. He stands up forcefully so that the table almost knocks over. He says...
"'I DIDN'T WORK SO HARD TO GIVE YOU THIS LUXURIOUS HOME SO THAT YOU CAN DISOBEY ME AND NOT MIND YOUR TABLE MANNERS!' Then you hear an unforgivable curse muttered and the boy screaming in pain. You see the woman trying to hold off the man but he turns nothing but a hand to her cheek as she falls to the ground." Malfoy sucked in a breath. "That Potter is a day in the life of Draco Malfoy and his parents."
"Hey man I didn't know," said Harry after recovering from shock. "I mean if I knew-,"
"If you knew you would do what Potter? Would you call the authorities? Would you tell Dumbledor?" he asked in a harsh joking manner. Then he placed his famous smirk on his lips, "Don't forget, Potter, my father is very high up in the Ministry. One word and he would take care of it, plain and simple."
After that the room got quiet again. Then when no one could take it anymore a peep was heard in the back of the room. It was Cho. "How do we know he's not lying so we'd feel sorry for him?"
At this everyone's gaze landed on Malfoy. He was fuming and everyone could tell. Ginny sunk in her seat so that to the onlooker it would seem that the chair sprouted a red head and a pair of wide and scared eyes. It was quiet for the longest time and then...
BANG
Malfoy's chair was now on the ground and he was hovering over Cho. He rolled up his right sleeve to reveal a scar that ran all along his forearm. "Is that proof enough for you Chang?"
She swallowed and stared him right in the face as though his sudden moves didn't faze her at all. She said calmly, "Yes."
He sat back down and fixed his sleeve. "What are you staring at?" he shot at Ginny who hadn't moved an inch. She turned around without argue and gulped. Harry could tell that she had no intention of making it worse.
"Alright. Lets just all agree to disagree," offered Harry cautiously. To his surprise Malfoy looked up. His face held no expression and he mumbled something but Harry was sure that he had agreed.