I will always find you

POA 5

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 was the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.

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

"Yeah" Malfoy said, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Ella saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.

"I'll make it hurt for real in a minute" Ella muttered to Harry who laughed slightly.

"Settle down, settle down" Professor Snape said idly. Ella, 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 favoured his own students before 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" Snape said, 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 towards 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" Snape said 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" Malfoy said, his voice full of malicious laughter.

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's Shrivelfig" Snape said, giving Harry the look of loathing he always reserved just for him. Harry took Malfoy's Shrivelfig as Ron set about trying to repair the damage to the roots he now had to use. Harry skinned the Shrivelfig as fast as he could and flung it back across the table at Malfoy without speaking. Malfoy was smirking more broadly than ever. Ella sent Harry and Ron a sympathetic look before getting on with her own potion. 

"Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" Malfoy asked them quietly.

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

"I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer" Malfoy said, 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 Ron making Ella smirk.

"he's complained to the school governors. And to the Ministry of Magic. Father's got a lot of influence, you know. And a lasting injury like this" he gave a huge, fake sigh, "who knows if my arm'll ever be the same again?" 

"I'll make sure it's never the same in a minute" Ella muttered as Hermione elbowed her to be quiet.

"So that's why you're putting it on" Harry said, accidentally beheading a dead caterpillar because his hand was shaking in anger. "To try and get Hagrid sacked."