Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

riddikulus! || chapter six

It wasn't until late Thursday morning when Malfoy reappeared in classes. Slytherin and Gryffindor were halfway through double Potions when the door opened and he swaggered into the dungeon. It was the first time anyone one had seen him since the incident, so it was no surprise all eyes were drawn to his bandaged arm.

"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Pansy asked from besides me. "Ignore him," I gently flicked Pansy's ear. "He just wants attention."

Malfoy put on some sort of brave grimace, but when he thought we'd looked away, I saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle.

"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly.

Harry and Ron, who were working on the same table as us, scowled at each other. So, Malfoy took the opportunity to annoy as many people as he possibly could by setting up his cauldron on our table. Harry groaned the same time I did.

"What are we making?" Malfoy looked up.

"A new potion," Ron said in a dulcet tone.

Malfoy frowned. "It's a Shrinking Solution," I said, before he could start to bore us with his whines. However, it didn't keep him quiet for long.

"I consider myself lucky, you know? According to Madam Pomfrey, another minute or two and I could've lost my arm."

"Oh how I wish you did," I sighed in disappointment. Malfoy sneered sarcastically in my direction before he scanned the dungeons and called— "Sir! Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm—,"

"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without looking up.

"What?" Ron went brick red. He turned to look at Malfoy, who was smirking at him across the table. "There's nothing wrong with your arm!" Ron hissed.

"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots."

Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.

"Professor," drawled Malfoy, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."

"Oh my god, I'm gonna kill them all..." I muttered to Pansy, whom nodded as she silently observed the exchange. Snape approached our table and stared down his hooked nose at the roots. He gave Ron an unpleasant smile.

"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir—!"

Even I had to stifle a laugh at that one. Pansy and I had been watching Ron spend the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own roots into exactly equal pieces.

"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice.

Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table, scowling. Malfoy simply grinned, then took up the knife again.

"And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," Malfoy said, his voice full of malicious laughter.

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," said Snape, giving Harry the look of loathing he always reserved just for him. Pansy and I were going red from the laughter we tried desperately to contain.

Harry took Malfoy's shrivelfig while Ron began trying to repair the damage to the roots he now had to use. Malfoy smirked more broadly than ever as Harry skinned the shrivelfig and flung it back across the table without saying a word.

"Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" Malfoy quietly asked. The softness in his voice would fool anyone who didn't know him.

"None of your business," said Ron jerkily, without looking up.