Henry's face paled.
Suddenly, Ron laughed. "I was kidding mate!"
Seeing Henry's shocked expression, he passed him the book, "You didn't believe me, did you?"
Harry shook Henry's arm, gently. "Are you okay?"
Henry's expression slowly changed from one of confusion, to one of anger. "That was not funny, Ronald Weasley! I never want to talk to you again!"
Grabbing his bag, Henry was prepared to leave the room when Ron said, "Don't you want to hear the real fortune?"
No answer.
"Secrets will be revealed. To enemies and to friends."
"Shut up Ron!" He threw his bag at Ron's head, and left the room in a huff.
Ron caught the bag with ease. "He sure cries easily. Reckon I carried the joke too far, Harry?" He turned to see Harry hunched over the book.
"I wonder what it is that Malfoy and we have yet to find out?" he sighed.
- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione scowled as she rushed down the hall. How dare he scare her like that! What if she had confessed that she was a girl? She would have lost everything.
"Oomph!"
"Watch it, Granger! Or I'll, uh."
"That's right, Malfoy. There is nothing you can do to me," Henry snarled as he scrambled to his feet.
Anger radiated from the boy's face; he glared at the Slytherin with more loathing than he deserved.
"What's the matter, mudblood? Did Scar Face dump you?"
Henry felt he would explode. He slapped Malfoy.
Draco bared his teeth, "How dare you!" He raised a fist, only to find that Henry had disappeared.
"Coward," he muttered.
But something troubled the charming prince of Slytherin. What had he said that had sparked the fire? He felt something fold in his hand as he clenched it, and suddenly remembered that he had been on an errand.
To bring a letter to the one and only, Henry Granger.
Perhaps he would read it first.
Suddenly, Ron laughed. "I was kidding mate!"
Seeing Henry's shocked expression, he passed him the book, "You didn't believe me, did you?"
Harry shook Henry's arm, gently. "Are you okay?"
Henry's expression slowly changed from one of confusion, to one of anger. "That was not funny, Ronald Weasley! I never want to talk to you again!"
Grabbing his bag, Henry was prepared to leave the room when Ron said, "Don't you want to hear the real fortune?"
No answer.
"Secrets will be revealed. To enemies and to friends."
"Shut up Ron!" He threw his bag at Ron's head, and left the room in a huff.
Ron caught the bag with ease. "He sure cries easily. Reckon I carried the joke too far, Harry?" He turned to see Harry hunched over the book.
"I wonder what it is that Malfoy and we have yet to find out?" he sighed.
- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione scowled as she rushed down the hall. How dare he scare her like that! What if she had confessed that she was a girl? She would have lost everything.
"Oomph!"
"Watch it, Granger! Or I'll, uh."
"That's right, Malfoy. There is nothing you can do to me," Henry snarled as he scrambled to his feet.
Anger radiated from the boy's face; he glared at the Slytherin with more loathing than he deserved.
"What's the matter, mudblood? Did Scar Face dump you?"
Henry felt he would explode. He slapped Malfoy.
Draco bared his teeth, "How dare you!" He raised a fist, only to find that Henry had disappeared.
"Coward," he muttered.
But something troubled the charming prince of Slytherin. What had he said that had sparked the fire? He felt something fold in his hand as he clenched it, and suddenly remembered that he had been on an errand.
To bring a letter to the one and only, Henry Granger.
Perhaps he would read it first.