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Malfoy didn't show up to classes until late on Thursday morning, when the Slytherins and the Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting as if he was some heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.
"How is it Draco?" Simpered Pansy "Does it hurt much?"
"Yeah" Malfoy said, putting on a brave sort of grimace. Hannah rolled her eyes when her and Harry saw him wink at Grabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.
"Settle down, settle down" Said Professor Snape idly.
Harry, Hannah and Ron couldn't believe it. Snape wouldn't have said "Settle down" if they'd walked in late, he'd have given them detention. But her cousin had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes; Snape was head of Slytherin House, and generality favoured his own students above all others.
They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking solution. Malfoy set his cauldron right next to Harry, Hannah 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-"
"Lupin, cut up Malfoy's roots for him" Said Snape without looking up.
"You've got to be kidding me" Hannah looked at her cousin and sighed "There's nothing wrong with your fucking arm"
Malfoy smirked at Hannah "Lupin, you heard Professor Snape, cut up these roots"
Grabbing her knife and pulling Malfoy's roots towards her, she began chopping them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.
"Professor" Drawled Malfoy "Lupin's mutilating my roots, sir"
"I'm gonna mutilate you" Hannah mumbled under her breath just as Snape approached their table, giving Hannah an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.
"Change roots with Malfoy, Lupin"
"Wait, sir-!"
Hannah had spent the last fifteen minutes cutting her own roots into perfect and equal pieces.
"Now" Said Snape in his most threatening tone of voice.
Hannah shoved her own beautifully cut roots over to Malfoy before picking up the knife again.
"And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned" Said Malfoy, 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.
