CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day, Hermione, Ron, Malfoy and Luna were visiting Harry in the hospital wing.
"Does it hurt?" Luna asked.
"Not really," Harry replied.
"You know Malfoy, I could kill you right now," Ron said angrily.
"W-w-why?" Malfoy stuttered.
"Because of you, Harry is here, with one arm, he'll never play Quidditch again!" Ron said.
"At least then Slytherin will win," Malfoy said.
"That's it, you had your chance," Ron yelled, as he leant over Harry to pick up Malfoy's apple.
"Hey, that my apple, no, don't hurt her!" Malfoy screamed as Ron took a huge bite and gave it back to Malfoy.
"What am I going to do now? You killed her, you murdering scum!" Malfoy screamed. "I'm going to get you Ronald Weasley!"