The 8th Weasley: Year 1

Chapter 6: The Third Floor

I entered the Great Hall and found my seat in front of Balise. I sat down and started filling my plate. I was still mad at Malfoy for stealing that boy's remembrall and getting Harry in trouble for it. I fiercely ate my food, talking to Balise occasionally. I was almost done eating when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Malfoy get up from the table. I followed him with my eyes. To my surprise, he walked past the door and towards the Gryffindor table. He talked to Harry for a brief moment. Then, he left followed by Crabbe and Goyle. I wanted to talk to Harry about it, but he left soon after Malfoy did. So, I decided, much to my dismay, that I would have to talk to Malfoy.

I entered the common room with Balise and started looking for Malfoy. I spotted him standing by the window with his cronies. I left Balise and walked up to him.

"Malfoy, can I have a word?" I asked him.

"Um... sure." He replied. "Crabbe, Goyle." he said and the two boys at his side left, but watched from a distance. "What do you want?" he asked me annoyed.

"You talked to Harry after dinner." I said.

"Yes, and...?" he replied.

"And what did you say to him." I asked hoping he would tell me.

"What Potter and I talk about is none of your business, Weasel." he said.

"Yeah it is." I replied.

"No it's not." He fought back.

"Yeah it is." I shot back.

"No it's not."

"Yeah it is."

"No it's not."

"Yeah it is."

"Fine! I'm going to tell you only if you promise to stop."

I smiled,"Okay. Deal."

"I challenged Potter to a duel in the trophy room at midnight." He explained.

"Why?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter. What do you think if I didn't show up and told Flich that Potter was out after hours?" He asked.

"Are you asking for my opinion?" I questioned him.

"No, no not really. It's more like I'm telling you." He said.

"Regardless, you shouldn't do that. That is low and makes you seem weak." I stated.

"Why do you care what Potter and his friends think of me?" he asked.

I thought for a moment. "I don't really know."

"Well, I'm going to talk to Filch. You want to come?" he asked.

"No, but I will tell Harry." I said following him, Crabbe, and Goyle out the door. We split as I headed for the trophy room and he, Filch's office. I walk down the corridor wondering why Malfoy can be such a git. I reached the trophy room and opened the door. Nobody was there, so I decided to browse the trophies while I waited for Harry to show up. One of the trophies was for Quidditch. I read some of the names on it. The first one I saw was James Potter, a seeker, who I assumed was Harry's father. I also saw McGonagall, a chaser, which I was very surprised by, she didn't strike me as someone who would play Quidditch. I moved on to a different trophy which was for special services to the school. One of the names on it was Tom Riddle. I was just about to read the names on another trophy when Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked in.

"What are you doing here Izzy?" Ron asked when he saw me.

"Well, I'm here to tell you that Malfoy chickened out and went to go find Filch." I said.

"Filch! We have to leave or else he'll find us." said Hermione.

"Too late." Harry said as the door knob started to turn.

"Hurry this way!" Hermione said and pointed to a door on the other side of the room. We all followed her out the door.

"Where do we go now?" asked Ron.

"This way." Hermione said and started running down the corridor. Filch's footsteps grew louder behind us.

"In here." Harry said spotting a door. Ron grabbed the handle and tugged on the door.

"It's locked." Ron said worried.

"Move," Hermione said and pointed her wand at the lock, " Alohomora!" The door unlocked and we all ran in. The footsteps grew quite.

"Do you think he's gone?" asked Harry.

"Uh...guys." Ron said.

"What is it, Ron?" I asked as I turned around. I screamed when I saw a monstrous three-headed dog standing before me. We all left the room in a hurry.

"What was that thing?" Harry asked when we stopped running.

"I have no idea." I replied.

"I don't know either, but did you see what it was standing on?" Hermione asked.

"No, I was a little preoccupied with it's heads. If you didn't notice there were three of them." Ron replied.

"It was standing on a trap door. It was there for a reason." Hermione explained.

"So, it's garding something?" I asked.

"That's what I think, but what?" Hermione said, "Now, if you'd excuse me, I'm going to bed before any of you find another clever idea to get us killed, or worse expelled." Hermione turned around and walked off.

"She needs to sort out her priorities." Ron said and Harry nodded in agreement.

"Well, see you guys in the morning." I said and walked back to the Slytherin Dungeon. When I entered no one was there, not even Malfoy waiting to gloat about how he almost got Harry in trouble. I climbed up the stairs to my dorm and fell into a deep sleep.