~ cavetown
"I think you played Pansy Parkinson better"
I feel so productive :)
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Third Person POV
When the four entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter.
"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it...."
"Hey, Potter!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug, who (Y/N) pretended to be last year with a Polyjuice potion. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Wooooooo!"
Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table next to George.
"New third-year course schedules," said George, passing them over, Harry couldn't help but notice the wink he gave to (Y/N) as he passed (Y/N) her schedule. Harry might have frowned a little but because George then asked, "What's up with you, Harry?"
"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting down on George's other side and glaring at the Slytherin table.
George looked up to see Malfoy pretending to faint again.
"That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.
"I wasn't too happy myself," said George. "They're horrible things, those dementors...."
"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred.
"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" said Harry in a low voice.
"Forget it, Harry," said George. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking.... They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."
"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match," said Fred, looking over at (Y/N) and Harry. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"
"What time d'you think Oliver will have us waking up?" (Y/N) asked anyone who was listening.
"Too early," George replied, but Harry wasn't listening. The only time Harry and Malfoy had faced each other in a Quidditch match, Malfoy had definitely been more scared. Harry felt slightly better as he helped himself to sausages and fried tomatoes.
Hermione was cheerfully examining her new schedule.
"Ooh, good, we're starting some new subjects today," she said happily.
"Hermione," said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, "they've messed up your schedule. Look -- they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time."
"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."
"But look," said Ron, laughing, "see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And" -- Ron leaned closer to the schedule, disbelieving -- "look -- underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at one?"
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