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Lesson 17: Always Take Accountability for Your Words

"The Wizarding World's golden girl wouldn't hurt a lacewing." Draco snapped in disbelief before wordlessly accio-ing his wand back to his hand, "Any reason why you're so bloody cheery this morning? That sniveling Weasel still a sod?"

Granger ignored him which infuriated him more than if she'd come right out and said she'd left his luncheon to go and shag him. She turned back to Neville answering his earlier question, "No, I'd never get back with him. But I had something I needed to ask him yesterday and he was a tosser the entire time."

"That's not unusual for him, no?" Neville scratched his head, sounding unsure. "Was it a question only he had the answer to?"

"No." Her voice was flat, "But the only other person who knows is an infuriating arsehole that never fails to piss me off."

Draco blinked. Who was she talking about? Potter?

"He must be terrible if your only other salutation was going to Ron."

"He is." Hermione replied dryly, reaching for her water. Draco's heartbeat picked up in anticipation, "I think I've met goblins nicer than him."

Neville changed the subject then to something trivial Draco didn't care to pay attention to. Something about progress he'd made with one of his experiments for the Ministry, but that was as far as it'd gone.

Instead, he thought back to this morning's shenanigans. When he'd floo'd to work before the sun had risen because he'd had a brilliant stroke of thought regarding how to get Granger back for the plant incident.

No pun intended, he mused voicelessly to himself.

Draco had to make a few changes, mostly to change the purple hue to the potion; but he'd perfected it just before breakfast, and early enough that no one spotted him. He'd waited for Granger to pour her water and then used wand-less magic to knock it over so no one else had a glass of the potion disguised as water.

It was mostly harmless as long as she didn't look at anyone while talking. Though if she kept angry stabbing her pancakes without eating them, then they had nothing to worry about. Despite having to wait a few moments, Draco was eager to see her take a sip of her water, but then horror struck when she unexpectedly turned to him.

He had only seconds to duck before a roar of fire escaped her lips.

"Galloping Gargoyles." Neville shot out of his seat, "Did you drink Dog breath potion?"

The witch's eyes were wide as everyone in the Great Hall stared at her with a mixture of amusement, horror, and shock. It took only seconds for her to realize what had happened and who was responsible.

Draco's demeanor was aloof and calm on the outside. But inside, there was a shite-eating grin that filled him with a bit of satisfaction.

If Granger had left his Manor to meet with her ex-boyfriend, then she was positively playing with fire. If she still had feelings for this former flame of hers, then Draco felt an inexplicable need to extinguish it. There was no fucking way, Ronald Weasley would be back in her life if he had anything to say about it.

Lesson 17: Always Take Accountability for Your Words.

Flashback to Sunday Evening....