Slytherin Pride

Talking over lunch

Mione's POV
I sighed. Finally. I had been waiting a whole month! "A whole fucking month!" I whispered under my breath as we continued to eat. Ron looked up suddenly. "It's that time of fucking month?! Is that what you said?!" I rolled my eyes, then scrunching them together. "Actually...I think it's that too. Oh shit." Harry snickered and I wiped mashed potatoes on his cheek. Lunch seemed to be going slower then usual, I then looked at the old muggle clock. The second hand was barely moving. Someone slowed down time, probably to catch up on homework. I laughed quietly then Harry blurted. "With you always laughing and talking to yourself, people will think your going mad!" I shrugged. "What do I care what people think?" He shrugged back smirking and tilting his head towards Ron. I knew where this way going. "Not a word potter, or so help me I'll jinx you!" He laughed but left the subject alone. Ron was reading the daily prophet, which was now only filled with sales and ads. Nothing important or anything worth noticing. I rolled my eyes. God, the people depend on this lump of stupidness! Ron groaned and crumpled it up and Harry pouted. "I wanted to read the comics!" Ron looked puzzled as me and Harry laughed then I realized the daily prophet must not have any 'funnies' or 'comics' we slowly stopped and returned to eating our lunch. It almost seemed...normal. I gasped. Ron and Harry both shot up, their wands raised. "What?!" They both almost shouted in unison. "I-it's normal! Something normal is happening!" They seemed to fit the pieces together but didn't lower their wands till the second hand finally ticked showing a 5minute long second had pasted. I tried to imagine what was happening with Ginny and Draco. They were. Probably kissing, as I would assume, knowing them. But they'd also probably be crying, or just flat out yelling a bit for all I know. Ron reached out for thirds. I smacked his hand away. "There are people who haven't even gotten food!" I scolded as he rubbed the back of his hand. "It's their fault for not picking up food! Don't go off at me about it! I don't want to waste anything." I sighed. He was an idiot really. "Ron, there's something called magic and the elves use it to dispose of the correct amount unless there's need for more. So now, they are wasting food on your extra helpings." This seemed to blow the flew brain cells Ron had devolved. "Uh huh" he replied and Harry pushed him backwards. Making Ron have to leap forwards to stay on the bench. "What's that for?!" Harry just smirking cockily. "You got to be quick on your feet in quidditch!" For me quidditch is a sore subject. With the incident and all. But I try to hide it for their sakes...no. For Ginny's sake. "Well. You've lost me. I'll just be reading." They faintly nodded and continue jabbing about quidditch plays. I opened an old transfiguration textbook and read about turning water into a rat, or rodent. I remember this spell from the first year of school. Ron had suffered through a hairy goblet of water. Which turned out to be an old man so I suppose, it really didn't matter much. The Slytherin table was full of mutters and I didn't have to wonder far to guess what they were whispering about. Blaise seemed triumphant. I wanted to shout and tell him Draco didn't run because of him, but because of Neville Longbottom. Though why I'm not sure, he defiantly didn't scare Draco. It was honestly probably the other way around. He wasn't in a n argument with him as far as I know, but Neville was laughing along with Luna, so it wasn't a fight...I was stumped. I'm glad Ginny wasn't here because she wouldn't written my fate in the archives or something, she always values when I'm puzzled or can't figure something out. I rolled my eyes around to see Harry and Ron both looking amused at me. "As I said; people will start to think you've gone mad, rolling your eyes at nothing and smirking at invisible people." Harry stated as if he was talking to a first year. I just sighed exasperated. " it's called thinking, even though you two don't do much of it doesn't mean I can't have the pleasure!" I smirked and went back to the forgotten textbook in my hands, pretending to read the words, and flipping the pages every so often. This way I could mutter without them calling me mad, people sometimes read under their breath. I got to chapter sixty three, without actually reading anything beyond chapter 10. I was studying Neville's face, looking for something but found nothing. Only his bags and an old book that looked recently opened but not recently used. It hit me. Haha, Ginny I'm no longer stumped. It was the book. I needed to see the book. Draco wasn't going to tell me, I knew that much, and I wasn't going to confront him so...it would only be for my personal knowledge. My mind then started buzzing with how I would peek in the book. What ever it was, it was important to Neville because he was holding it with such great care, he was starting to convince me it was made of pulled sugar, that would shatter at any minute. It didn't look like it could belong to him, it looked at least two decades old or maybe even more. Too beaten for someone who would take such good care of it. It might've been passed down. Or he might've just simply found it in the library or got it in a store. The store idea was immediately crossed off, no book store that wasn't cursed would sell a book in such bad shape. I then set
to work on the remaining ideas, listing all and every possibility.

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