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"The problem with promises is that once you've made one, it's bound to be broken. It's like an
unspoken cosmic rule."
― Bree Despain
THIRD PERSON POV
After Hagrid's class, every Slytherin was shouting and cursing him. It was a hectic day for everyone, the teachers and the students all were tired and finally called off the day.
Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions.
"How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?" "Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Adalyn saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away. "Eww" She gagged to herself.
"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly. 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.
"Partiality at it's peak, ahh snape" James said shaking his head in annoyance.
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 —"
"There's nothing wrong with your arm, stop overacting" Marlene said yawning.
"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape 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 toward 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.
Every gryffindor had their glares set on on snape.
"Now," said Snape 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 shriveling skinned," said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter. "Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shriveling," said Snape, giving Harry the look of loathing heal ways reserved just for him.
"What a prick" Sirius said rolling his eyes.
Malfoy was smirking more broadly than ever. "Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" he asked them quietly. "None of your business," said Ron jerkily, without looking up. "I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," said Malfoy in a tone of mock sorrow. "Father's not very happy about my injury —"
"Of course how come someone hurt his barbie doll" Briony fake cooed causing other around her to laugh at her.
"Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," snarled Ron. "– he's complained to the school governors-
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The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)
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