two rings and bad things

22_ boggart

Malfoy wasn't in class for a while, in fact, he didn't get back until Potions.

Ed noticed this, but she didn't really care. He was acting like a fool lately.

"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Pansy asked sympathetically the moment she saw him.

"It comes and it goes," he explained as he put a brave expression on.

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

He winked at Crabbe and Goyle, but Pansy didn't notice.

"I couldn't possibly do any homework for weeks," Malfoy exaggerated.

"Please, don't touch it," he requested when Pansy reached towards his injured arm.

"Alright class, settle down. Today you are going to be brewing a shrinking solution," Professor Snape announced.

Everyone immediately listened.

"Very simple for those talented in the art of potions," he sneered at some of the Gryffindors who clearly did not have that talent.

"The instructions are in your textbook. You may begin."

Ed and her friends did as he said, which is perhaps why they decided to mind their own business instead of listening to Malfoy's complaints.

"Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots because of my arm..." he said.

"I can do it for you, Draco!" Pansy volunteered anxiously, but Professor Snape pretended not to hear her.

"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," he instructed.

Ron was furious, which was clear by the way he was cutting the pieces aggressively.

"Professor, Weasley's mutilating my roots!" Malfoy complained.

"Change roots with Malfoy," he told Ron.

"But sir-" Ron protested.

"Now!" Professor Snape yelled.

"And sir? I need this shrivelfig skinned," Malfoy smirked.

He knew Professor Snape favored him; he always used this to his advantage.

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," he said as he walked away.

Harry rolled his eyes, but knew better than to argue.

"Seen your friend Hagrid lately?" Malfoy muttered across the table.

"None of your business," Ron responded coldly.

"Fathers not too happy about my injury," Malfoy continued.

"Keep talking, and I'll give you a real injury," Ron threatened.

"He's complained to the school governors, the ministry, and loads of other people. He's got a lot of influence, you know?"

"And with an injury like this?"

He gave a very dramatic sigh (that even Ed could hear from across the room).

"Who knows if my arm will be the same again?"

"So that's why you're putting it on? To get Hagrid fired?" Harry finally spoke up.

"Well, partly. But there are other benefits. Weasley, slice my caterpillars for me."

"He's been sighted, he's been sighted!" A Gryffindor boy, who was holding the Daily Prophet, yelled.

Everyone, especially Malfoy, was listening.