Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late Thursday afternoon, during potions with the Slytherins. He strutted into the dungeon, his arm covered in bandages and bound in a sling. He was acting like he was the only survivor of a devastating battle.
And Harry calls me the Drama Queen.
"Does it hurt much, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson simpered. EW!
"Poor Draco-kins, he's so brave" I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes. Harry flashed a smirk, clearly i wasn't quiet enough, but i couldn't help smirking back.
"Yeah, it does" Draco put on a brave sort of smile, but I know I saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy turned away.
"Settle down, settle down" said Professor Snape.
Harry caught my eye and saw me scowl at Snape. He wouldn't have said "settle down" if I'd walked in late - he always gave Gryffindors detention. But since Snape's the head of Slytherin, Malfoy could literally get away with murder.
We were told to make a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy should use that on his abnormally large ego.
He moved his cauldron right next to mine and Harry's, so we were preparing our ingredients on the same table.
"Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm-" he called.
"Weasley, cut Malfoy's daisy roots" Snape said, not even looking up.
Ron's face turned red, but his eyes were angry.
"There's nothing wrong with your arm" I hissed at Malfoy. He simply smirked.
"You heard the Professor, Weasley. Cut my roots."
Ron seized his knife, pulled the roots towards him, and began to chop them roughly, so they were all different sizes.
"Professor, Weasley's spoiling my roots, sir" Malfoy drawled.
Snape approached the table, stared at the roots, and gave an unpleasant smile from behind his ugly greasy hair.
"Switch roots with Malfoy, Weasley."
"But sir!"
Ron had taken ages shredding his roots super carefully so they were exactly equal pieces.
