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Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: Double Potions

" Like them, Potter? " said Draco loudly as Harry approached with his friend, Hermione. Y/n couldn't even think for what to say. Clearly, she wasn't going to make a comment on him entering the Tournament.

" And this isn’t all they do — look!"
He pressed the badge and it twist turned, glowing red and Potter Stinks was written. All the Slytherins roared in laughter except Y/n, who was rather interested in her nails at the moment. Harry fought hard not to snap at Draco.

" Oh very funny," Hermione said sarcastically to Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls, who were laughing harder than anyone, " really witty."

Y/n noticed Ron was standing against the wall with Dean and Seamus. He wasn’t laughing, but he wasn’t sticking up for Harry either. She shrugged to herself. Maybe they fought. She didn't care.

" Want one, Granger? " Draco said, holding out a badge to Hermione. " I’ve got loads. But don’t touch my hand, now. I’ve just washed it, you see; don’t want a Mudblood sliming it up."

Y/n looked over at Draco, who was smirking slyly at Harry who with rage filled his chest, had reached for his wand before he’d thought what he was doing. People all around them scrambled out of the way, backing down the corridor.

" Harry!"  Hermione said warningly.

" Go on, then, Potter," Draco said quietly, drawing out his own wand. " Do it, if you’ve got the guts —"

" Draco, forget about it. " She whispered, placing her hand on his chest. Draco glanced at her. She left no room for argument.

" Furnunculus!”

" Densaugeo!”

A soft gasp escaped her lips as Draco pulled her closer by the waist, pushing her on the other side gently.

She saw with mild surprise as the spells bounce off and hit the nearby. Harry's spell hit Goyle in the face and Draco's hit Hermione.

Goyle bellowed and put his hands to his nose, where great ugly boils were springing up — Hermione, whimpering in panic, was clutching her mouth.

" Hermione!"

Harry turned and saw Ron dragging Hermione’s hand away from her face. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Hermione’s front teeth — were now growing at an alarming rate; she was looking more and more like a beaver as her teeth elongated, past her bottom lip, toward her chin — panic-stricken, she felt them and let out a terrified cry.

" And what is all this noise about?" said a soft, deadly voice.

Snape had arrived. The Slytherins clamored to give their explanations; Snape pointed his finger at Draco and said,

" Explain."

" Potter attacked me, sir —"

"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted.

"— and he hit Goyle — look — he nearly hit Y/n-"

Snape looked at Y/n to make sure she was alright before he examined Goyle, whose face now resembled something that would have been at home in a book on poisonous fungi.

"Hospital wing, Goyle," Snape said calmly.

" Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said.
" Look!"

He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth — she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. Pansy and the other Slytherin girls except Y/n were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape’s back.