Just another Weasley~(Harry potter ff)

The great Malfoy incident

**** Yes it is another update, I keep trying to update quicker but it never seems to work out. For everyone reading this story I do love all of you and I hope you had a wonderful Christmas! This book I'm almost finished, thank god then I can move onto the next one.

Amelia's POV:

"AMELIA! Hurry up would you, we haven't got all day!"

I gave out a grunt of annoyance, pushing my hands further into the messy trunk. Seriously what did Harry have in his trunk? Every time I seemed to be close to the bottom, it was still overflowing with items! I tried to remain calm and not get too flustered over a bloody trunk. At this point I didn't even want to do my potions homework, and I definitely wasn't gonna let Harry borrow my potions book ever again. I cursed him and his vague directions. "Yeah it should be in my trunk somewhere-" boys, they never kept track of anything. To think, I thought I was a mess. Then it came, like a glorious angel, the bottom of the trunk. I huffed in relief, the weight of the search rolling off my shoulders. I fished the book out of the very bottom. I was about to toss everything back in the trunk, (carelessly I might add) when my hand brushed something.
It blended in with the bottom, how could I have forgotten? The cloak that Harry's been losing sleep over, for the past two weeks. Luckily, Harry hasn't tried to go out looking for the mirror ever since we got caught by Dumbledore. A smile played on my lips, Hermione's exasperated face filtering in my mind. She was torn between horror at the idea of us being out of bed, roaming the school three nights in a row ("You are so lucky!"), and disappointed that we hadn't at least found out who Nicolas Flamel was. Truthfully, the hope of finding out who Nicolas Flamel was had died in my stomach. I no longer put my whole heart into it. I shook my head of those thoughts, yes homework. I need to finish my homework.

I quickly and carelessly tossed everything back in the trunk. I took a deep breath, determined to finish my homework. As I marched down the spiral staircase down to the common room, I could hear the twins complaining from all the way across the room. Yup, no homework for me if they were gonna sit there and sulk all night. I had to admit, it was a sticky situation they were in. They had come back from practice all battered and bruised, talking some rubbish about Snape refereeing the next game. That statement alone had made Dani's mouth drop open and the pencil she had stuck in there to clatter onto the ground. Snape had never refereed before, that game was sure to be Gryffindors own personal hell.

"Don't play," Hermione was still saying the same thing from when I left earlier. I tried to hide my eye roll; if Harry didn't play- Malfoy was sure to tease him for the rest of his life. I plopped down next to Danielle again. Fred spread his legs out on my lap. I cocked my eyebrow up at him; I made sure to keep my eyes on him as I shoved his feet off of my lap. He pouted but I wasn't having any of it and turned my attention back to Harry's conversation. "Say your ill," said Ron. His face was drawn up into concentration from the chess game he was currently in. "Pretend to break you leg," Hermione suggested. I flipped to the right page in my potions book and caught Danielle's look. She looked like she was seriously trying to think up how to help Harry "pretend to break his leg."

I bumped her shoulder, giving her a disapproving look. "Really break your leg," Ron corrected, then that would put Harry out for the rest of the season! These people weren't thinking rationally.

I opened my mouth, to speak my opinion but at that moment the portrait door slammed open. Neville toppled into the room, my heart broke for him when I saw that his legs were stuck together.

He had become Malfoy's own personal victim. Danielle tensed up beside me. I met her eyes and saw that they had glazed over. Out of all of us, seeing Neville like this affected her the most. In an instant she was on her feet as everyone else burst into laughter. What was funny about this? I would never know.