Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Harry Potter or anything else that the amazing JK Rowling has created.
I'm in Gryffindor!
Somebody's in trouble
Draco Malfoy was the boy everyone either hated or loved. There was no mix between. And that line between hate and love rested between the Hogwarts Houses. Slytherin, of course, all thought of Draco as a god. Gryffindor, however, saw him as scum. They wanted nothing to do with the young Malfoy.
It was the first week back of Harry Potter's 6th year and already he could tell that it was going to be troublesome year. Slytherins glared at him behind his back and threatened him up close. At the end of Harry's 5th year, he had been in a battle at the Ministry of Magic which ended with the death of his godfather, Sirius, as well as the capture of many death eaters, most of whom were fathers of Slytherins.
Thus, another year for Harry Potter of death threats everywhere he goes, Gryffindors glaring right back at the Slytherins and Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws wisely staying out of their way.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were all settled nicely in their favorite armchairs by the fire on their first weekend back. Ron and Harry were engaged in a game of wizard's chess, while Hermione and Ginny were discussing Hermione's OWL results.
"Honestly, Hermione. You don't need to be so upset about getting one E. It's a hard class! Ron and Harry both failed it!"
"But History of Magic is such an important subject! I just know Professor Binns is going to advise me to drop the class. He only wants the best in there" the girl sobbed.
Ginny, patting her back sympathetically said "Well, then, why don't you just drop the class? You've got a full schedule, Mione, you can't overload yourself! Not when you've started your NEWTS."
"Maybe you're right" Hermione let out a sigh. "But what's Professor Binns going to say? He'll think I'm a quitter!"
"Trust me, I doubt Binns will even realize you're gone!" The red head said with a smile.
At that moment Ron's stomach gave a large growl. "Harry, can we please hurry this up so we can go get some lunch? It's been ages!"
"Check mate!" Harry said, standing up, victoriously.
"What? You can't have won!" Ron said staring back at the chess board. "You must have done something when my stomach growled"
"Nope, I won fair and square. Besides, weren't you just complaining about not getting food? Now we can go down to the Great Hall for some food."
"I mean can we hurry up and let me win, not you!" He grumbled. "Alright, let's just go. Ginny, Hermione, you two coming?"
"Yes! I'm famished" His sister responded eagerly standing up.
As the four Gryffindors made their way down the stairs towards the Great Hall, they came across Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy merely sneered at them as they crossed paths while Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles threateningly. Malfoy murmured something along the lines of "have a good lunch, Mudblood" before stalking away, an evil grin on his face.
"Okay, Malfoy's up to something" Ron said, his face turning red at Malfoy calling Hermione that awful name.
"Just ignore him, please!" Hermione begged, not wanting to get in trouble if Ron decided to break out in a duel.
As the Gryffindors walked into the Great Hall and sat down at their table, they noticed Malfoy walking in a few minutes after them, sitting down at his table. Ignoring it, they continued to eat in peace, but Harry and Ron had one hand inside their robe, gripping their wands.
As Hermione reached her hand towards the pumpkin juice sitting across the table, she let out a shriek. "My robes! My robes!" She cried.
Harry spit out the pumpkin juice he had just put in his mouth as he saw Hermione's robes on fire at the arm. When Hermione shrieked, her arm hit the tablecloth, setting fire to that, as well. Soon, the whole Gryffindor table was up in flames.
"Aguamenti!" Ron shouted, pointing his wand at Hermione's robes which hissed and went out. The Gryffindors who hadn't fled the scene soon copied his example and put out parts of the fire around where they had been sitting.
Dumbledore, arriving at the scene, put out the rest of the fire with a flick of his wand. Twinkle gone from his eye, he looked very seriously at Hermione. "Miss Granger, if you would be so kind as to tell me what happened."
"I- I don't know." She stuttered, not knowing what to say. "I was just reaching for the pitcher of pumpkin juice when my arm caught fire and set fire to the whole table."
"Malfoy!" Ron cursed under his breath. Turning to look at the red head, Dumbledore asked "What was that, Mr. Weasley?"
"It was Malfoy! Just before we got here, he told Hermione 'Have a nice lunch, Mudblood'. I knew he was going to do something! But I didn't think he'd do all this" he finished, looking around the ash covered table which had many burns along it.
"If what you're saying is true, Mr. Weasley, I will have to have a very serious talk with Mr. Malfoy. Very serious indeed." Dumbledore said as he walked back up towards the head table, summoning Professor McGonagall and Snape. As the three Professors walked out of the Great Hall, the four teenagers looked at the table in awe.
"I can't believe this…I just can't believe Malfoy would do something this bad! He could get expelled!" Hermione said softly.
"Do you really think so?" The red head boy exclaimed. "Oh man! How great would that be? Think of it: No more Malfoy!" he finished, a dreamy expression on his face.
"Ron! This is serious!" Hermione said, hitting the boy in the back of the head. "What if someone had gotten hurt? What if someone had died?"
The smirk on Ron's face now gone, the Gryffindor merely shrugged. "Oh, common, Mione. You know that would never happen. Dumbledore would have stopped it before anything bad happened."
"You saw how far that fire got to me!" She protested, showing him her sleeve, or well, lack there of. In truth, the fire had blazed across the whole side of her body, almost reaching to her face.
"But I put the fire out and now you're fine. Everything's alright. Malfoy's going to be expelled. I just know it."
Harry, having stayed particularly quite during the whole fiasco chimed in, "Look, why don't we just go back up to the common room. We can discuss what's going to happen to Malfoy in there, but I don't like the look the Slytherin's are giving us."
Turning around, Hermione, Ron and Ginny saw the Slytherin table where they were all getting malicious looks. "Probably because we lived" Ron mumbled, turning to walk towards the Entrance Hall.
As they made their way back up to the common room, they saw Neville Longbottom standing outside the portrait, looking around cautiously, his robes looked burnt.
"Thank goodness you're here! I forgot the password and some Slytherin's were after me as I tried to leave the Great Hall. They started trying to burn me further but I got away. I didn't know if they followed me or not."
"Forget the password again?" Harry said with a faint smile as the clumsy boy nodded. "It's 'Victory'." He said as the Fat Lady swung open, revealing their common room.
The five students climbed inside and sat in their usual spots, Ron fantasizing about Malfoy being kicked out of the school while Hermione pulled out her homework and Harry and Ginny played a game of wizard's chess. Neville had gone back into his dorm to get a new pair of robes. Hermione just took them off and set them behind her seat, not feeling the need to be wearing her robes for just sitting in the common room.
After about an hour or so of doing, well, nothing, the portrait swung open again, McGonagall entering. She didn't go into the common room very often and when she did, it usually wasn't very good news. The room got quite quickly while everyone focused their attention on the teacher, knowing what it was about: Malfoy's fate.
"As you all know," she began, keeping her voice very calm, Ron couldn't tell if it was good or bad news. "A very serious crime was committed during lunch. We have found the person behind it and he has confessed by the help of Veritaserum, the truth potion. Mr. Malfoy has agreed to his punishment, although, rather resentfully." She added with a frown. "But, nonetheless, he has agreed and that is why I am talking to all of you. The Slytherin house has been, well, we'll say, not a good example, on Mr. Malfoy, and so, we've decided to change his house." At this, Ron looked at Harry who looked at Hermione who looked at Ginny who returned the look to Ron; all knowing what was going to come next. "Mr. Malfoy will be spending, perhaps, the remainder of the year in the Gryffindor house. I expect for you all to treat him like family and he should get the same treatment as you give each other." She said, giving Ron a sharp look. "If I hear anything about a Gryffindor mistreating the boy, the culprit will be punished. Do I make myself clear?" The room nodded slowly, all faces looked aghast.
A Malfoy? Here? In Gryffindor? There was something seriously wrong with that. McGonagall, knowing what was going through all the students' minds, merely ignored them and walked back out the portrait, returning a moment later with Draco Malfoy.
He no longer had his typical smug look on his face. In fact, he looked downright scared. Where's a camera when you need one? Ron though furiously, laughing internally at the look upon the Slytherin's face.
"Well, that's all, I believe. Mr. Malfoy," she said, turning towards the boy, "your stuff has already been brought to your room. You will be sharing with Mr. Finnigan, Thomas, Weasley, and Potter. I expect you all to treat each other well and I don't want to hear any complaints out of you." She finished, looking at all the boys. "Good night." She said shortly and exited the room.
Malfoy immediately went straight through the crowed of shocked Gryffindors, up the staircase and found his way to his room. He saw that there was an extra bed in the room with his luggage at it. Ignoring the fact that it wasn't even dinner yet, he fell on his bed, closing the curtains around him, disgusted at the Red and Gold colors everywhere. He tried his hardest to fall asleep, knowing that it was all in vain and when he woke up, it wouldn't all be a dream. He would wake up in the same bed around the same hideous colors and the horrible people whom he had fought so hardly to stay away from and ignore.
This is going to be a long year. He thought sadly to himself.
Author's Notes:
Okay, well, this is my attempt at a humor/romance.
It's only chapter one! It'll get better, I promise!
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