The Other Potter Book Three.

Chapter Six

When we entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter.

"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it..."

"Hey, Potter!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. "Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooooo!"

"Little slut." I growled as we walked across to the table.

Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George. Damn, I wanted to sit next to George.

"New third-year course schedules," said George, passing then, over. "What's up with you, Harry?"

"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting down on George's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.

George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again.

"That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"

"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.

"I wasn't too happy myself," said George. "They're horrible things, those Dementors..."

"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred.

"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" said Harry in a low voice. I smiled in a way that said 'yo, bitch, I fainted too, don't feel so precious'.

"Forget it, Harry," said George bracingly. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking...They suck the happiness out of a place, Dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."

"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match," said Fred. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?" there was a pause and everyone got this creepy satisfied look on their faces.

"So, what do you guys think of my new last name?" I said happily, helping myself to a lot of food.

"Tree? You were serious about that?" Harry said through a mouthful of toast.

"Course I was!"

George and Fred both choked.

"Willow Tree?" George said magically.

"Uhuh! Isn't it beautiful?" I grinned

"It's very...Willow." Fred said finally.

Hermione was examining her new schedule.

"Ooh, good, we're starting some new subjects today," she said happily.

"Hermione," said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, "they've messed up your timetable. Look -- they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time."

"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."

"Penis." I muttered for no reason.

"Penis." George said slightly louder across the table.

"Penis!" I screamed standing up dramatically.

"Shut up!" Hermione snapped at us.

"But look," said Ron, who hadn't left the last conversation yet. "See this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Ancient Ruins. And --" Ron leaned closer to the timetable, disbelieving, "look -- underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?"