Out Of Line// Ron Weasley

Chapter 1

-Malfoy Manor-

"So, it's true then!" Draco exclaimed. "You got in!" You're going to Hogwarts!"  "Yeah, yeah, but don't get too excited Malfoy we still don't know if I'm going to be sorted into Slytherin and you know how my mother would react if I'm put in a house lower than Slytherin!" She said. "Are you kidding me Strange? You're one of the most Slitherinish people I know!" Constancia rolled her eyes "That's Lestrange to you." she said playfully.

Constancia was of average height, straight greasy black hair, tanned skin and a smirk on her face. They were both sitting in Draco's bedroom discussing which house is best at quidditch and insulting Albus Dumbledore. "So, your saying, that there's a bigger prune than Harry Potter?" babbled Constancia. "Believe me, there are plenty of  Mudbloods and Blood Traitors at Hogwarts." Draco scoffed with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Talking of Blood Traitors, one of Potty's best friends is a Blood Traitor! He's the worst! Believe me, I've never seen such a lame excuse for a pure blood in my life and that's saying something!" jeered Malfoy. "Don't worry Draco, I'll make sure to stay away from penniless red heads."

Suddenly, Narcissa walked in. "Draco, Constancia we are going to Diagon alley so get your scarfs and be downstairs in two minutes straight." she demanded as she exited the room.

"Diagon Alley!" beamed Constancia. A puff of green smoke filled the silver-plated fireplace, Constancia felt like her stomach had twisted inside out, she was being plummeted like a slingshot, within thirty seconds she found herself at the fireplace of 'Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions'.

Draco, was getting his robes fitted whilst Constancia was  at the back scanning the Slytherin robes. She couldn't get any yet being unsure what house she would be put in, though she was confident it would be  Slytherin. She decided to wait until she gets sorted and then get the robes delivered by owl.

"I want the left sleeve longer." Draco groused. "Alrighty one minute dear-" "Owww!" Draco yelped "Watch it!". "Sorry m'dear. I was thinking off putting an extra area of Fabri-" Madam Malkin was interrupted by the bell of the shop door, for it had swung open to reveal a tall skinny boy with vibrant red hair, a welcoming smile spread across his face, a boy with messy jet black hair, round glasses  askew on his nose, and a striking red scar on his forehead, Next to him, a shorter girl with bushy brown hair, muggle clothes, and a stack of books. When they saw Draco being fitted, their smiles slowly dispersed to be replaced with Scowls.

"If you're wondering what the smell is mother, a Mudblood just walked in."

Harry and Ron had both drawn their wands and pointed them directly at Draco, "There will be no need for wands withdrawn in my shop." Madam Malkin asserted. Though Ron and Harry still had there wands aloft in front of them. Constancia had come to the front of the shop to see what all the commotion was. "Umm Harry..." Ron quavered. "What is it Ron!" snapped Harry. Ron had seen Constancia standing a few paces behind; he had lowered his wand. "I-I think we should just forget it, Harry." he stuttered. Narcissa Malfoy had just strolled out from behind a clothing rack. "Put that thing away." she said coldly. "I don't think I will." Harry said coolly. "Going to get a few death eater pals to do us in, are you?" Madam Malkin was looking rather pale by now. "HARRY!" Ron ranted "Just leave it ok?" Harry had ignored Ron and was now staring Narcissa right in the eyes. Although, Narcissa had an unpleasant look plastered across her face. "I see that being Dumbledore's favorite has given you a false sense of security Harry Potter. But Dumbledore won't always be there to protect you."

Harry looked around the room mockingly, "Oh look at that.... he's not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband!"