Kapitel 77: Chapter - 77 : Explosive Reactions
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As Christmas grew closer and closer my temper got shorter and shorter. My dorm mates were all chattering excitedly about their Christmas plans. I couldn't blame them really. Skiing, private islands, and rented chalets all sounded like amazing ways to spend the holidays. But that didn't stop me from hating them a little for it. I'd taken to spending most of my free time either holed up in the library between the shelves of books on potions or, surprisingly, down at Hagrid's, drinking tea and learning quite a bit about magical creatures as we chatted. I knew I'd be safe from Slytherins there.
Malfoy had become another huge problem as well. Our chess matches, while they still continued, were downright vicious on my part and almost patronizing on his. I was angry and making rash moves, desperately trying to smash his pieces to bits. He responded by smugly decimating my side of the board. The problem really wasn't even what he was saying to me, it was what he was saying to Harry. It usually applied to me as well though, so I usually took offense no matter who he meant to insult.
"I do feel so sorry for all those people who will be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home," Malfoy drawled one Potions lesson. I saw Harry spill a little too much powdered spine of lionfish into his measure, making it overflow. Malfoy snorted.
I scowled, set a mistletoe berry on my table, curled my finger, and flicked. The berry flew through the air and landed neatly in Malfoy's cauldron. The moment it broke the surface the potion exploded, spattering him with globs of congealed purple potion.
"Potter!"
I winced. Apparently I hadn't been as subtle as I'd hoped. Malfoy whipped around to glare at me, blobs of potion falling from his stupid pointed chin to splat against the ground. I waved at him sweetly as Ron and Harry cracked up at the table across the room.
"Detention," Snape said shortly, Vanishing the potion from Malfoy's face and cauldron with a flick of his wand. "That was completely unnecessary."
"Of course, sir," I replied, turning back to my potion dutifully.
I wasn't overly concerned about detention with Snape. Every since that time in November I'd had detention with him no less than four times. Every time he let me grade essays with him instead of doing anything too strenuous and we shared a few sneers at what my fellow first years called essays.
"What's your problem, Potter?" Malfoy hissed at me.
"Your mouth, at the moment," I replied, pouring my perfectly-measured spine of lionfish with the addition of a mint leaf into my cauldron and watching in pleasure as the potion turned a glimmering gold. "It's been saying some terrible things about my brother. I've been taking them rather personally, to be honest. I've been spending my free time designing a potion that will glue your lips together."
When we left the dungeons at the end of Potions, we found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told us that Hagrid was behind it.
"Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asked, sticking his head through the branches.
"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron."
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Malfoy drawled. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose - that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."
Ron made the mistake of lunging for Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs. Otherwise I would have cheered for him to kick Malfoy's butt. As it was, I just shrank back and let Snape stride past, robes whipping as he yelled, "WEASLEY!"
Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes, paling slightly.
"He was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, emerging from behind the tree. "Malfoy was insultin' his family."
"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," said Snape silkily. "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and smirking. In my pocket I fingered my wand, wondering if I could possibly hit them with some jinx without Snape seeing. I decided blowing up a potion in Malfoy's face was enough revenge for one day – after all, it was Ron he'd insulted this time, not Harry. Ron could defend himself; he had his own siblings to back him up.
"I'll get him," said Ron, grinding his teeth at Malfoy's back, "one of these days, I'll get him..."
"Wouldn't recommend it," I said absently, pausing by Harry's side.
"Shame about that detention," Harry observed.
"I don't know what you were thinking!" Hermione exclaimed. "Throwing a random ingredient into the potion was really dangerous, you could have blown up half the potions lab and-"
"No, I wouldn't have," I said shortly. "I knew exactly what would happen if I tossed in that mistletoe berry. Why do you think I waited until Malfoy leaned over the cauldron to toss it in? Why do you think Malfoy was the only one affected?" I challenged. Hermione's mouth opened to respond, but I wasn't in the mood to fight with someone who didn't have an argument.
"I'll see you at dinner," I said to Harry, and stalked down the halls. "Ah, the holidays," I mumbled to myself. "Happiest time of the year my butt."
My fuse was noticeably shorter, which was why I was feeling less that gracious when I graded essays with Snape that night. I poked holes in parchment and scribbled more vicious remarks onto the papers than Snape on a bad day. Needless to say, the professor noted.
"While I do agree with your assessment that Miss Jones 'might want to bother cracking a book, you idiot, and learn to spell like an adult,' I'm fairly certain you're annoyed with something besides her poor spelling."
"You would be correct," I growled out, scrawling an angry D at the top of the Hufflepuff's paper and smacking it down on to my pile of finished essays. "Like a mind reader you are, sir."
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