Malfoy Neighbors

Draco, The Farret-Year 4 Chapter 9

Your first class of the day was Hurbology with the Gryffindors. You had to extract pus from a plant called a Bubotuber. It looked like a large black slug with yellow swollen pimples all over it, fitting though. It was to cure students of their pimples.

Once the class ended you made your way to Care of Magical Creatures. Draco seemed to be in the class with you. Of course, so was Potter and his friends. Today you were taking care of Blast-Ended Skrewts. These creatures looked like a lobster without a shell. Draco had made a smartalic remake about them being a pet. You rolled your eyes. You had to agree with Granger. She had told him that they weren't ment to be a pet.

"You wouldn't want to have a niffler as a pet either, but I have one." You whispered to Draco. "Who wouldn't want a pet who stills shiny things?" You said sarcastically, mocking Draco.

The day went by and it was soon dinner time. You stood in line in the Entrance Hall waiting to get into the Great Hall, when you heard Draco's voice.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!" He yelled over the crowd. You made you way over to him.

"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" He continued. Draco was holing a copy of The Daily Prophet. "Listen to this!"

'FURTHER MISTAKES AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
It seems as though the Ministry of Magics troubles are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Recently under fire for its poor crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and still unable to account for the disappearance of one of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office.'

"Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley. It's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?" Draco said and read on.

'Arnold Weasely, who was charged with possession of a flying car two years ago, was yesterday involved in tussle with several Muggle law-keepers ("policemen") over a number of highly aggressive dustbins. Mr. Weasley appears to have rushed to the aid of "Mad-Eye" Moody, the aged ex-Auror who retired from the Ministry when no longer able to tell the difference between a handshake and an attempted murder. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Weasely found, upon arrival at the Mr. Moody's heavily guarded house, that Mr. Moody had once again raised a false alarm. Mr. Weasely was forced to modify several memories before he could escape from the policemen, but refused to answer Daily Prophet questions about why he had involved the Ministry in such an undignified and potentially embarrassing scene.'

"And there's a photo." Draco showed Weasley the photo that accompanied the article. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley stood in front of an old rickety house. "...your parents outside their house, if you can call that a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"

"Get stuffed, Malfoy." Potter said. "Comeon, Ron."

"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter. So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?" Draco sneered. He must not have known you were standing behind him.

"You know your mother, Malfoy, that expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?" Potter said. You glared at Potter. Both boys where in the wrong. You wanted to hit Draco but now you wanted to hit Potter too.

"Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter." Draco replied threw gritted teeth.

"Keep your fat mouth shut, then." Potter said back. Draco pulled out his wand and attacked him. A loud bang rang threw the hall. Potter reached to grab his wand but before he could get it, a second bang rang out. Draco was hit with some kind of trasferiagtion spell. He was now a pure white farret.