The Granger-Malfoy Triplets: The Stupid Feud

September 4th-8th 2017

The 4th...

The first day of school. Great. I was walking down the corridor to potions, because that's my first class, and realized I would be having class with Ravenclaw. Really great! Absolutely sporting! The only person I know in Ravencalw is Laery, and he's just weird!

"Hey," I said to Laery, sitting next to him in class.

"Hi," he whispered to me.

Professor Slughorn walked in front of the class. "Hello class," he said, "Today we are going to be doing the basics..." I stopped listening after that. I didn't want to. All I could think about was what I said yesterday. Our cry for help. The hell does that even mean?

"Mel," I heard someone whisper in my ear. "He's asking questions!"

"Miss Granger, wh-" I heard Slughorn ask me.

"Malfoy!" I yelled. " It's Granger-Malfoy, sir. But you can just call me Miss Melanie, the Headmistress does."

He looked taken aback. Offended, even. "Miss Melanie, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"Nothing sir, they are the same plant going by a different name."

He was astonished. "Correct! Now can you tell me...," he thought for a second, "How can you cure any poison intake?"

"Just shove bezoar down their throat," I said causually.

"Correct," he stuttered. The entire class stared at me. Even Laery was surprised by my answer. He stared at me with his eyebrows even higher than I thought possible!

"What?" I asked them. "My mum and dad taught me and my siblings all that a long time ago!" I was speaking the truth. By the time we were 8(real time) we knew the entire subject of Muggle Studies! In fact, I have a phone back home! Mum doesn't even know how to use those!

"Amazing," Slughorn murmured.

3:45, Transfiguration

I had this class with Slytherin and the new teacher was ANNOYING! She was so strict(even more than McGonagall) and she had a certain way to do stuff and it was soooo annoying! And to make things better, I sit at the same table as ROSE! Rose!

"Hey," she shouted, startling me. "Professer what's-your-face, why doesn't McGonagall teach this anymore?!"

"Idiot!" I screamed at her. "She's headmistress now! She can't teach anymore! She just runs the damn school!"

"Calm down," she said under her breath, "mudblood."

"We are not mudbloods!" My brother shot at her.

"Children!" The teacher said. "May we continue class?!"

Everyone stared at us. Rose stood down. Only then did my brother and I put down our defences.

"Filthy half-bloods," she mumbled while class continued.

Later that day at dinner...

"You know," Albus said to us. "James kinda wants to sit here too." He stared at me. You soooo want to fuck him! He thought. Fuck you! I screamed at him. Oh wait! I can't! You're gay as hell!

Listen Ron said. Mel, you can fuck whoever you want, even if it is that slime bag, and Albus you can fuck any boy you want, except me!

"Woah, woah, woah," Nat said aloud. "No one is-" fucking "-anyone! Besides, James is-"

"I am what?" James asked while sitting down at our small table, squeezing all of us together.