MOB

4

Harry, with Draco and Blaise, were in the library. Harry was reviewing some potion books when a shadow fell over his book. He ignored it, while Draco said, "Weasel, I know you're limited in your intelligence, but blocking the light when people are reading is bad. Do we need to get a spray bottle to train you? Blaise, would it still be called house breaking? I think he is already potty trained."

"I believe so. Though my family always believed the spray bottles were for cats. Cats hate water. For dogs, they used crates, putting them outside, and if they were chewing things, switched the item out for a toy. He might need to be exercised more. My uncle always said a tired dog won't destroy the house." Blaise put down his book. "We could always toss some candy and see if that will distract him."

"True, we could also practice our assignments at the same time. I wonder if we can turn a beetle into a ball?" Draco commented.

"It's possible, we just need to remember to make it shiny like a snitch to keep his attention." Harry commented. "Do dogs want shiny objects? Aunt Marge might be able to provide us with some training tips. She raises pure-blood bulldogs."

"Traitor." Weasley finally spoke. He took a step closer, trying to appear intimidating.

"Look! It's moving. It's alive. It's alive... It's alive, it's moving, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, IT'S ALIVE!" Harry placed a hand over his heart. The book laid against his stomach.

Draco smirked. He remembered the line from over the summer when they watched the movie Frankenstein (1931) "Harry - In the name of Merlin!" He kind of quoted the next line.

"Oh, in the name of Merin! Now I know what it feels like to be Merlin!." Harry grinned at Draco and Blaise who were trying to quietly laugh. They quieted down when Ms. Pince glared at them.

"You're nothing but a lousy, slimy, traitor." Weasley glared. His fists were clenched.

"He's up to two syllable words. Vast improvement. Daphne and Pansy will be so happy to hear. I thought when they sent you those flashcards it would take longer. Draco, I think you won on that bet." Harry lowered his book to his lap, placing a piece of parchment in it as a marker.

"Finally." Draco commented.

"You're parents would be ashamed of you. They died for you." Weasley continued.

"Don't rush to break out the next level on the cards, he seems to be stuck." Blaise commented. "I don't see him moving forward. Perhaps it's too early to give him the dictionary."

"Weasley, unless you have a direct line with my parents, you have no idea what they would say or feel about me. Now, if you do have a direct line to my parent, may I suggest you seriously consider Divination as a career option, as I don't believe anything else would fit with your limited intelligence." Harry could see a few people were wondering what was going on.

"Filthy snake, Death Eater wannabe." Weasley leaned down. "You will get yours."

"Mr. Weasley, a month of detention, twenty-five points from Gryffindor for threatening a student." Severus said as he stepped around the corner of one of the bookcases. "Slander, twenty-five points from Gryffindor, instigating a fight, twenty-five points from Gryffindor."

Weasley glared, turned and stormed off. Harry picked up his book, as Severus placed a book on the table for them to review. Severus went back to the restricted section. They were looking up some muggle chemical reactions.

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Harry was watching the game, he liked flying. He hadn't seen the snitch yet and was enjoying watching the Gryffindor seeker flying around trying to locate it. The boy looked like a speed addict going through withdrawals. Slytherin was leading 120 to 90. He had watched the Weasley twins, wishing they were on the Slytherin team. They were good. He started to scan the sky. There, by the professors' stand was the glint of gold. He lazily flew in that general direction. He didn't want to give the spaz on Gryffindor any ideas.