THE SLYTHERIN THAT NEVER WAS
Hermione and I barge towards Potter's compartment, flanked on either side by Crabbe and Goyle. I swear, one crack of their knuckles and anyone that gets in our way moves back before Hermione had the chance to hex them. Which, for her would-be victims, is probably a good thing.
I slide open the compartment door and step inside. There are only two boys in there: a red-headed boy dressed in shabby, hand me down robes -a Weasley, for sure- and a dark haired boy with startling green eyes. The seats are littered with a large variety of sweets: Bertie Bots, Chocolate Frogs, Cauldron Cakes, the lot. I shake my head to break myself out of my sugar induced stupor and confidently walk towards the boys.
"Is it true?" I ask the dark haired boy. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you isn't it?"
Well, it certainly isn't the red headed freak show.
"Yes, that's me." The boy- Harry Potter- replied. For a few seconds, we stand in silence, until I notice him looking at Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," I say carelessly, Crabbe and Goyle aren't the important ones here, they're just a conversation starter. Rather like going, 'Have a look at my two pet apes. Aren't they amazing? They can break you in half if you get on my nerves.' I put my hand forward, expecting Harry to shake it, and continue, "And the name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." At this, the Weasley boy coughs, obviously trying to hide a snigger.
"Think my name's funny do you?" I ask spitefully, retracting my hand before Harry has time to shake it, "There's no need to ask for yours. Our father," I gesture Hermione, who surprisingly enough, is still quiet, "told us all about you Weasleys. Red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford. Ring any bells to you?"
Leaving Weasley to fume, I turn back to Harry. "You'll soon realise that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you with that." I hold out my hand again, but Potter doesn't take it.
"I think I can figure out who the wrong sort is for myself thanks." He says cooly.
I feel my cheeks flush pink. Well then, isn't this embarrassing, first rejection and now blushing.
Potter is dead meat.
Suddenly, Hermione decides she's going to start talking. She moves from her position at the compartment door and steps forward, "I'm Hermione Malfoy." she says sweetly, so sweetly that if you didn't know her, you'd think that she was actually kind, "And I'd be careful if I were you, Potter." she smirks, and all trace of 'sweet' and 'kind' vanish. "If you don't become a bit politer you might meet the same sticky end as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them either. You hang around riff-raff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, it'll rub off on you." At this, both Potter and Weasley jump up.
"Say that again." Weasley says angrily, his face almost as red as his hair, meaning that he is not only a red headed freak, but he also has the appearance of a radish with a bad sunburn.
"OK, Weasley." Hermione grins, eager for a further opportunity to insult Weasley. "You're pathetic. Pathetic! Get it into your thick skull." Weasley jerks forward to hit Hermione but, luckily for him, Potter puts a hand on his shoulder and hold him back.
"So you're going to fight us now, are you?" I sneer.
"Unless you leave now. Potter says, but I see it in his eyes that he knows he doesn't have hope.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys?" Hermione asks, her voice like dripping honey. When her voice goes like this, she is truly at her most dangerous. "We've eaten all our food and you seem to have some." she says.
Being the greedy pig he is, Goyle reaches towards a large pile of Chocolate Frogs which are next to Weasley, but,before he even touches them, he lets out a horrible yell.
There is a rat hanging off his finger. It's sharp teeth have pierced right into Goyle's knuckle and it is hanging on there for dear life. Goyle swings the rat round and round- but the rat doesn't dislodge.
Well, this certainly doesn't happen every day.
I feel my eyes widen and I instinctively step backwards. To say the least, this is unexpected.
Goyle is beginning to scream blue murder, Hermione is leaning against the door smirking and Crabbe and I are making our retreat. Finally, the rat flies off Goyle's hand and hits the window with a loud 'thud'. At this, all of us except Hermione make a strategic retreat. Aka, we run away. As we ran, I heard Hermione's laughter echo through the corridor.
"What a bunch of wimps. Scared of a rat that's the size of a hand!"
I hate her. I really do.
11/11/2014: Hola! Sorry :( I've updated a few days later than I said I would. Forgive me? ^.^ Anywhoos, how are you liking the Malfoy twins so far? Not so much? Or do you like their evilness >:D Either way, comment what you think, it's always a great pleasure to hear your opinions! :) Have a good day/night guys! Adiós for now, love you all! <3