Celestial Queen || D.M

Year 3~The Boggart in the Wardrobe∞ ϟ 9¾ ♔ ⚯ ➵ ♆

Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting, in Harry's opinion, as though he were the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle. Lorelei was dreadful after what happened in the Hospital wing.

"How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?" 

"Oh Draco it must hurt terribly, am I right?" Lorelei smirked devilishly. Malfoy sneered at her and Pansy just glared daggers at her. Lorelei got over the incident in the Hospital wing pretty quick. Lorelei was a very outgoing person, and tries to be the best in everything without hurting anyone else.

"Y-yeah," Malfoy stutterred remembering the situation but kep a straight innocent face. Then putting on a brave sort of grimace, Harry saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away. 

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

Harry and Ron scowled at each other; Snape wouldn't have said 'settle down' if they'd walked in late, he'd have given them detention. But Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes; Snape was head of Slytherin House, and generally favored his own students above all others.

They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy set up his cauldron right next to Harry and Ron, so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table. 

"Sir," Malfoy called, "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. 

Ron went brick red. 

"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked across the table. "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." 

Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair. 

Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley." "But, sir —!" 

Ron had spent 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 at Malfoy, then took up the knife again. 

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

"Chambers, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," said Snape, giving Lorelei the look of loathe. He thought she would be in slytherin, like her father, but turns out she was like her mother.

Lorelei took Malfoy's shrivelfig as Ron began trying to repair the damage to the roots he now had to use. Lorelei skinned the shrivelfig as fast as she could and flung it back across the table at Malfoy without speaking. Malfoy was smirking more broadly than ever. 

"Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" he asked Harry quietly.

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

"I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," said Malfoy in a tone of mock sorrow. "Father's not very happy about my injury —" 

"Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," snarled Lorelei.