Atlas Malfoy and how history repeats itself

Part 14

Harry and Ron finally turn up at breakfast the next day. They sit opposite Hermione and I, grumbling and groaning.
"Where have you been?" I say, taking a bite of toast, "And what's with the grumbling?"
Ron shows his wand, or rather, the two halves of it and Harry says, "Well, we missed the train, drove in Ron's dad's magical flying car and nearly got smashed into by the train, then we accidentally flew into the whomping willow which nearly killed us, then we found out about eight muggles saw us, then we nearly got expelled, then we got threatened to be expelled, and now Ron has found out his wand is beyond repair at this point in time."
Hermione is aghast and says, "And you did all of that in one night?"
Ron scoffs, "No, we did it across the span of three weeks- YES HERMIONE! This all happened last night. Don't forget we also missed the sorting, the speech, AND the food."
I grimace and we all walk to Herbology, where Professor Sprout is smiling widely in front of a long table full of plant pots.

"Good morning class!" She says, handing ear muffs and gloves down the rows.
"Morning Professor Sprout." We all chant in unison. I see Draco grimace at the sight of the plant pots and Professor Sprout says, "Now, these are mandrake plants. Does anyone know what they're used for?"
Hermione unsurprisingly raises her hand and says, "Yes! A Mandrake's scream can wake any petrified person out of their state. However, they can be fatal."
"Excellent! Now, these ones are only babies, so they wont kill you, but can knock you out. Earmuffs on!"
I grab my earmuffs and shove them on, barely in time before a baby starts screaming like mad. Neville faints and I say, "Miss, his earmuffs are fine... it's just a case of fainting. Also... I don't have a plant pot. Don't want one, it's fine, trust me."

The lesson goes fine, and I sit with the group at lunch, exaugsted. Ron grabs his mail, which happens to be a red envelope. He groans and Hermione says, "What is it?"
"A howler-" I'm cut off before the envelope starts screaming in what I think is his Mum's voice. It screams, "RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER IS NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud!!!"

It proceeds to stick its tongue out, and rips itself up. The hall is silent. You could hear a pin drop. I realise my jaw is dropped, so I close it and say, "It could've been worse. You could've got one from my-"
A howler drops onto my desk and I say, "Oh god. I swear, I am not opening that."
I don't have to. It opens itself. In my Father's voice, it screams, "ATLAS MALFOY. I HAVE HEARD OF EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE SPENDING TIME WITH AND IT DIDN'T CLICK ALL YEAR BUT NOW IT HAS AND I SWEAR, IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOUR MOTHER, YOU WOULD BE COMING STRAIGHT HOME. I ALWAYS KNEW IT WAS ODD HOW YOU HAD BEEN SORTED WRONG, BUT NOW AFTER FINDNG OUT ABOUT THAT GIRL AND THOSE BOYS, IT ISNT A SURPIRSE. I WILL BE SPEAKING TO YOUR HEADMASTER, AND I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER INTERACT WITH THAT MUDBLOOD AGAIN. YOU ARE LUCKY I AM EVEN LETTING YOU CONTINUE IN THIS SCHOOL. I WILL BE SERIOUSLY DEBATING YOU GOING BACK AFTER CHRISTMAS. YOU WOULD THINK THAT LOOKING LIKE YOUR AUNT BELLA, YOU WOULD AT LEAST BE IN THE SAME HOUSE AS SHE WAS."
And with that, it rips itself up and explodes. Hermione picks a piece of red paper out my hair, and the hall is somehow even quieter. This time, the kid who had been laughing is now silent too. Harry looks disgusted, and Hermione is horrified. Draco is the first to talk, saying, "Well, now we just need the granger girl and Pottah to get one, and everyone will have had one. Too bad Pottah has nobody to give him one."

I don't go to Dark Art's and thank god I don't. Hermione actually manages to talk me to sleep, where she slaps me and says, "Are you coming to watch the quidditch practise or not? And if I am that boring, you just had to say!"
She storms off and I follow, saying, "Mines, it isn't you! I want to just say, the only reason I fell asleep is because, I'm sorry but Lockheart is more useless than a muggle trying magic. You can't even disagree... why is Draco here?"
I storm over, and this time it's Hermione fault to trail after me. We barely reach him when I realise my father bought every single player new brooms.
"At least no one on the Slytherin team had to buy their way in." Hermione snaps. Draco turns round slowly, before scoffing, "No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little mud blood."
Hermione steps back, and Ron grabs his wand out, shouting a spell. Eat slugs...

He is flown back, and horrifically starts vomiting slugs. Hagrid is disgusted, and Hermione stands, glaring out the window. I sit, almost asleep.
"Why'd he try to do a curse anyway?" Hagrid says, handing Ron and bucket to vomit slugs into. I pull away as Harry says, "He called Hermione a... well, I'm not sure what he called her actually."
Hermione snaps, "He called me a mudblood?"
"A what?"
"It means dirty blood. It means someone with non-pure blood. Someone like me." Hermione glares at the floor and Ron vomits yet another slug. I say, "Your blood isn't dirty, Hermione. If anything, Draco has dirtier blood than you, if we are going off of basic hygiene. That boy wouldn't wash his hair himself if he could pay someone to do it for him. And as a matter of fact, my Father isn't that naturally blonde. He has browner roots."