Chapter 25 :
A few days later, the Slytherin Head Girl left the girl dormitory like she was on a warpath.
"Has anyone seen Pucey ?" She snarled to the students in the Common Room.
"I doubt it." Answered a random classmate passing by. "Pucey hasn't been seen since monday."
The Head Girl raised a sceptical brow :
"You do know that we're thursday, right ?"
"Yep."
"And no one's worried about him ?"
"Nope." Shrugged the classmate. "Why did you want to see him anyway ? That guy's a jerk."
"Bastard owes me money." Grumbled the Head Girl, making her friend laugh at her.
"Well, good luck getting it back. Though I don't think you'll manage !"
"What could have happen to him anyway ?" Lazily questioned another Slytherin. "Hogwart is the so-called « Safest Place in the Magical World », you know ?"
"Probably a family matter of some kind. Nothing worth worrying about." Answered their friend.
"Wasn't Malfoy the last person seen with him ?" Refuted a fifth year boy. "I personally find that rather suspicious given how he has been acting lately."
"Little Malfoy, eh ?" Frowned the Head Girl. "I'll investigate for a bit."
The Potter Protective Detail was quite easy to organize. Harry was basically family at this point, so Ron didn't have any problem convincing his siblings to help. He was of course the main force, the Twins already being hired by Hermione as a strike team and revenge response. It wasn't a hard task though, he just had to stay by Harry's side and serve as a deterrent. The Twins supplying him with some of their goods stamped with their trademark -two red foxes entwined as a yin yang symbol-, Ron had never been as threatening in his life as he was now. He had to admit that it felt good for him, the often overlooked brother, to experience the Protagonist Aura of his siblings.
Ginny took her turn guarding Harry sometimes, but she was mostly doing damage control behind the scenes and gathering intel on those who still dared to bully him, for the Twins. She was fierce and vicious, and the Bat-Bogey Hex was far from her worst weapon. Ron shuddered to think about how she got all that dirt on Harry's detractors. He hoped she hadn't created something unholy, like a sect in his best friend's name. Or worse, a fanclub.
Not even two hours after her decision, the Slytherin Head Girl was already ready to forgo her investigation. Truth was, all cunning Slytherin that she was and despite her influential position in Hogwart, she was really bad at all that sneaky subtle stuff. She was a belligerent woman who liked to find answers with her fists more than with her brain, so her enquiry wasn't going very well. In the small time it took her to regret her life choices, she had managed to antagonize no less than a third of the Hufflepuff House, get into the debt of twenty students and owe favors to ten other Slytherins. In other words : she basically ruined herself.
Frustrated, she returned to her dormitory and proceeded to sulk into her pillow. Unfortunately for her, her best friend and dorm-mate soon joined her to laugh at her misery.
"Oh. My. Merlin. I can't believe you fucked up that bad !" Cackled the soon-to-be former friend. "You realize that you now owe more than fifty galleons to differents people ? Where will you ever find such a sum of money !?"
"It's not my fault ! I got deceived !" Hissed the Head Girl, muffled by her pillow.
Her friend goggled at her, her eyes wide with disbelief, before she burst into laughter again.
"Darling, you are the most sorry excuse of a Slytherin I have ever seen !" She said, laughing so much that she could barely breath.
After the few minutes it took her to calm down from what the Head Girl aptly named an « Uncalled-for Hysteria », her peeving friend sat on the bed and patted her head.
"What did you want to do to begin with, before ending up ruined ?" She asked.
"Pucey owes me money and Little Malfoy was the last to see him. So I wanted to investigate, but..."
"Uhu, and did you try asking for the help of The Scribe ?"
The Head Girl groaned in dismay.
"I fucking forgot !" She cursed, making her friend die from laughter once more.
AN: Poor Ron... He has no idea about how close to the truth he is...