CHAPTER 7: Harry's lie, Draco's German Uncle and an Invisibility Cloak

Seeing as Harry could not go to classes, as his lower end couldn't move, Hermione had taken it upon herself to bring him all of his homework.

'How did you know what classes I had?' asked Harry, annoyed.

'I threatened Ron with the Imperious Curse so that he'd get me your timetable from your bag.'

'I can't believe you did that! You ball-ruining cow! Get out!'

Hermione left quickly. She stuck her head back round the door and said that she'd get Harry some food from dinner. Harry had pulled a 'get out of my room' face and Hermione did so. Why is she so annoying?

Ron dawdled into the room just as Harry was deciding how to kill Hermione, and then he remembered Ron.

'What kind of funeral do you want?' he asked, sarcastically.

Ron looked at him, dazed and confused.

'Are you paying?'

'No! I'm going to kill you and throw you into the lake with the mermaids and the sea-monster, you… you… DEBBIE COWAP!'

Ron gasped as though it was his last breath. He had a look of pain, offence and as though someone had just stolen his last pair of socks on his face. He obviously could not believe what Harry had just thrown at him. Voldemort himself probably wouldn't have believed it if it had been thrown at him. Ron kept the same facial expression glued to Harry but got changed from his robes, into more robes because he had ruined his last ones in Potions by squirting a caterpillar at himself and marched out of the common room, slamming the door behind him. A moment later, he marched back in, with the same facial expression singed to Harry, picked up his ruined robes and march back out again, slamming the door behind him. Again.

An hour or so later, Ron came back, with the same face he had left with.

'Have you been doing that for the whole time?' Harry asked.

'Yes,' said Ron, not letting his face break the mould.

'Doesn't it hurt?'

'Considerably,' replied Ron, still not moving.

'Then why are you still doing it?'

'Because I-' Ron broke out of that expression and put on his thinking pose, but then yelped in pain of changing his face. 'Ow! Draco's uncle's here,' he added casually.

'What? Who's his uncle? Is he as bad as mine?'

'Some guy called Flick, I think. He's German. Who'd have thought Draco was half German?'

'Dunno. It's not like he has similar tendencies to Germans.'

'Huh?'

'Oh, right, you don't know about the Nazis, never mind. Carry on.'

'He err… he doesn't talk much. Neither was Draco.'

'Hmmm….' Harry strolled of bed, stretched and rummaged around in his trunk for his invisibility cloak.

'Wait a minute,' said Ron, 'you're bed ridden.'

'No I just pretended I was so that I didn't have to do homework for a while. Only Hermione and you kind broke that for me. Thanks, mate.'

'Sorry.'

'You will be!'

'I am.'

'Are you arguing with me?'

'No, I'm simply saying –'

'Stop arguing with me.'

'I'm not.'

'Yes you are! I'm going to put a stop to this once and for all!'

'Nooo! Don't do that!'

'Sorry.'

'Hmmm…' Ron wasn't all too convinced he meant this, but still. 'What are you looking for?'

'Invisibility cloak.'

'Why?'

'So I can spy on Draco and his uncle.'

'Why?'

'Feel like it.'

'Can I come?'

'Why?'

'Feel like it.'

'Sure.'