More Malfoy

CHAPTER 9

As Denna laid the trousers down on her bed so she could begin to undress, a sharp pain hit her in the middle of her chest. She dropped onto the bed and curled herself into a ball. It felt like someone had stabbed her from behind with a large dagger. She opened her eyes to look for blood, but she saw nothing. When she closed her eyes again, a large flash of white made her feel as if she was going blind.

“NO!” Denna screamed as she put her hands to her face.

Suddenly, the pain faded completely, and the white disappeared. Denna was crying and shaking as she sat up and opened her eyes.

“I’m going to the hospital wing,” she said aloud, although there were no people in the room to hear her.

No, you are not to go to the hospital wing, she heard a harsh voice say.

Denna jumped to her feet and spun around. There was nobody in the room.

“Leave me alone!” She screamed, not knowing what or who was talking to her.

I’m sorry, Miss Malfoy, I cannot leave you alone. I cannot leave you at all, the voice said again.

“Leave me alone, or I’m going to tell my father!”

Your father already knows, so telling him won’t do you any good, and it would be in your best interest not to tell Draco, either.

“Why does father already know? Why can’t I tell Draco?” She shouted. There was no reply.

Denna ran to the mirror to look at herself. She looked like her normal self, except for her eyes. Her usually bright blue eyes had changed to a dark steely color with little flecks of green.

“Weird,” she whispered to herself.

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In the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory, Harry woke up and stumbled into the bathroom to get a better look at where Ron had hit him the night before. A large purple and blue bruise was covering his left cheekbone and the lower portion of his eye.

“I didn’t think that I hit you that hard!” Ron said from the doorway.

Harry spun around, laughing. “Yeah, this one is a real prize. I’m going to need a better story than ‘Ron hit me last night’ for this!”

Harry suddenly put his hand to his scar.

Ron stepped forward. “What’s wrong, mate?”

Harry moaned and bent forward, pressing his hand harder to his head. His scar was searing with pain. It hadn’t hurt like this in months.

“My scar. It’s burning.” Harry answered raggedly.

“Is something happening? Is someone in trouble?” Ron asked quickly.

With these questions, Harry’s mind wandered to the night he spent in the Department of Mysteries last year. The night Sirius was killed. Tears came almost immediately to Harry’s eyes.

Ron looked at Harry with concern as he saw tears streaming down his friend’s cheeks. “Should I go get Dumbledore?” he asked.

Harry stood up straight and wiped away the tears. “No, no. I’m fine,” Harry answered.

Harry could tell by the way Ron was looking that he understood.

“Oh,” Ron said quietly. “Is your scar still hurting?”

Harry rubbed his fingers over his scar. “Yeah, just a little. I think I’m okay. Let’s go to breakfast,” Harry said as he took one more look in the mirror and then turned away.

Harry and Ron walked into the common room where they sat Hermione sitting in a large armchair with a book on her lap.

When Hermione saw Harry, she immediately jumped up, letting her large book fall to the floor with a thud.

She gently touched Harry’s cheek. “Harry! What happened? Did Ron do this?”

Ron laughed. “Yeah, I did that. You must have left before it got good.”

Hermione turned away from Harry and faced Ron. “Ronald Weasley! How dare you hit him! And after all he’s been through the past year, you think that a fist fight is going to solve an argument?” Hermione’s face reddened as she grew louder.

“Hermione, it’s okay. He apologized,” Harry said as he reached out to grab her arm.

Hermione turned once again to Harry. “This-” she said, pointing to his cheek, “is not okay!”

“Think of it this way, Hermione, it doesn’t hurt as bad as his scar did this morning,” Ron said casually.

“YOUR SCAR THIS MORNING?” Hermione yelled.

Harry put a finger to his lips, signaling Hermione to be quiet. He leaned forward and whispered.

“Yes, my scar hurt this morning. It’s fine now, so let’s not worry about it, okay?”

Hermione stared at Harry as if he were speaking Parseltongue.

“Are you going mad? Don’t you remember all the things that have happened when your scar has burned?” Hermione said loudly.

“Yes, Hermione I do remember! Would you like me to list some of the things? Let’s see. There was Professor Quirrell with Voldemort growing out of the back of his head, then Tom Riddle in the Chamber, Cedric being killed at the tournament, Mr. Weasley being hurt by Voldemort, Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries before Sirius was killed...” Harry’s voice trailed off at the mention of Sirius.

“Harry, I’m sorry,” Hermione whispered. “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

Harry stared at his feet. “Let’s go to breakfast,” he muttered.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were soon joined by Ginny as they made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As they quietly walked towards the entrance to the Great Hall, a familiar voice was heard from behind.

“Hi, Harry,” a female voice with a smooth drawl said.

Harry and the rest of the group quickly turned around to see Denna Malfoy in a pair of boy’s trousers.

“Erm, hi,” Harry managed to choke out.

Hermione stepped forward. “You know, you’re supposed to be in a skirt. You should probably go change,” she said, frowning.

“Oh, really? Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot wear?”

Hermione scowled. “I happen to be a school prefect, and I say that you need to change into your skirt. It’s part of the school dress code.”

“And I am a school prefect, and I say that she can wear the trousers,” Draco Malfoy said as he came up behind Denna.

“Bug off, Malfoy,” Ron said through clenched teeth.

“Weasel, I think that it’s time for you to address me by my first name, since I am a school prefect. I think that should be ten points from Gryffindor for your lack of respect.” Draco said.

“Ten points?” Ron shouted as he stepped in front of Hermione.

Hermione pushed Ron out of the way. “If you are going to take ten points from Gryffindor for lack of respect, Draco, I’m going to take ten points from Slytherin since your sister has clearly disobeyed the school rules for dress,” Hermione said defiantly.

Draco’s cheeks flushed red. “I’ll take another twenty points from Gryffindor just because they were stupid enough to have you and the Weasel as prefects!”

Students were beginning to gather around to hear the shouting match between Draco and Hermione.

“And I’ll take another twenty from Slytherin because you called Ron ‘Weasel’! Lack of respect towards the prefects, remember?” Hermione yelled.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor just because you’re a Mudblood!” Draco screamed.

“What on earth is going on here?” Professor Snape’s distinctive voice could be heard from the back of the crowd. Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall were pushing through the large crowd.

“Oh, great, Snape’s coming,” Ron muttered.

“Mr. Malfoy, you may not take any points from Gryffindor because of Hermione’s blood line,” Professor McGonagall said. “Also, the use of the word “Mudblood” is highly inappropriate, so I suggest that you remove it from your vocabulary.”

Draco glared at Professor McGonagall and then turned to look at Professor Snape.

“Miss Granger, you may not take any points from Slytherin.” Professor Snape said coldly and walked away.

“Professor Snape! Aren’t you going to take points from Gryffindor?” Draco yelled after him.

“Now, now, Mr. Malfoy, no more about taking away any house points. Go to your tables and have your breakfast.” Professor McGonagall said as she began to break up the crowd that had gathered.

“You’ll pay for this, Mudblood,” Draco growled and walked away.

Denna watched Draco leave and then quickly followed him out.