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Prompt #12 Hit by an Object

I rushed down the cold dungeon corridors, heaving my bag along side me. Ron huffed and puffed behind me, but I didn't slow my pace.

I was late. To Potions. Again.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" I chanted in my head like a cadence as I bustled towards Professor Snape's classroom. Why wouldn't that stupid alarm go off?

Breathing heavily, I entered and took my seat, receiving a deadly glare from Snape and a cocky sneer from Malfoy. Snape continued lecturing about the importance of something when making a certain potion, but I really wasn't listening. I was too busy shooting Malfoy a look that screamed, "I hate your annoying pureblood guts!"

A few seconds later, Ron sat down beside me with a thump. He was red-faced and practically wheezing, "He needs to get in shape if he really wants to make the Gryffindor Quidditch team again this year," I thought absentmindedly as I reached into my bag for parchment and a quill.

Hermione shot us a frustrated look, complete with pursed lips and a Mrs. Weasley-esque set to her jaw. I shrugged dismissively and began taking notes. Hermione rolled her eyes, turned around, and continued scribbling furiously on her own parchment.

Moments later, I felt something hit the back of my head with a thunk. I picked up a wad of parchment off the floor and saw Malfoy chuckling with the two oversized dunderheads he called friends. I opened up the parchment and had to fight to keep myself from flying across the room and punching Malfoy between his beady eyes.

Depicted on the parchment was a rather promiscuous drawing of Ron and myself. Off to the side, scrawled in Malfoy's immaculate handwriting was this: "Keep up with your frivolities, Potter, however disgusting they may be. Can't expect better of blood traitors and half-bloods though, can you? 20 points deducted from Gryffindor every Potions class for being late? At this rate, Slytherin will win House Cup, no contest!"

For the past week, Malfoy had been tossing these crude doodles at me. I didn't know how much longer I could hold my anger back. Malfoy always acted like the bloody King of the school, like he was better than everyone, just because of who his father was. Yeah, right!

"Arrogant, self-righteous bastard," I cursed his very existence.

Class was over, and I waited for Hermione to reach the desk I shared with Ron so we could walk to our next class together: Care of Magical Creatures. With the Slytherins. The room emptied quickly, and surprisingly Malfoy and his cronies didn't heckle us further like they normally did.

"Malfoy bothering you again?" she asked, sounding frustrated. So she caught the exchange, then? I nodded, my lips pressed in a tight line.

"Wretched, egotistical prick," Hermione growled in annoyance. I could always count on my best mates to hate him as much as I did, if not more.

Ron finished packing up his bag, though I don't see why it took him so long. He didn't even take any notes. He knew immediately who we were talking about just by Hermione's comment.

"He needs someone to teach him a lesson. I could do it. Just give me the chance, and I could do it good."

"Well," Hermione corrected with a huff, "You'll do it well." I suspected she got tired of Ron's incorrect grammar the more he spoke. Poor bloke never could catch a break with her.

"Right," Ron blushed, "I could still do it, though. Let's hit him in the head with something and see how he likes it," he continued, his anger boiling.

I chuckled, "A nice, big water balloon could do the trick."

Hermione shook her head, dismissing the idea. Ron and I looked confused. Was she suddenly defending the wanker?

"A water balloon wouldn't work. He uses so much gel, his hair is practically water-proof. The water would just bead right off, leaving it as repulsive as always," she retorted with a small smirk.

We continued our jokes as we made our way to Care of Magical Creatures. Making fun of Malfoy never got old.

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