That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Chapter 3- The 'M' Word

About a week has passed since the sorting. It was the last time I saw the twins or Lee. Or anyone except my dormmates, Draco, and Walter. Third-year is full of more homework than both first and second-year combined. I've been sitting in the common room at one of the desks nearly all afternoon (thank goodness I planned my schedule so I have Friday afternoons off) writing three feet of parchment about the difference between detectible and undetectable potions for Snape. I know that if I ask for an extension he will be more than happy to give it to me, but the fact that he favours us to the other houses makes me uncomfortable.

The common room door creeks open and I can hear Draco complaining to his small group of friends. "Violet!" He calls out, nearly making me spill my inkpot. Before I have the chance to actually spill something I pack my work away and wait for Draco to make his way over to me. "Violet! That Harry Potter is absolutely terrible! All potions class I was trying to get his attention but he wouldn't look away from that damn Weasel boy and Granger." Draco plops onto the couch not too far from where I'm sitting.

"Draco! Watch your language!" I reach over and lightly hit him on the top of his head. "And don't be a bully. The Weasleys haven't done anything to you. It's your father that hates them." Oops. I've done it now. Just dig yourself deeper into the hole you're trying to get out of there Violet why don't you.

Draco sits up and turns his whole body around so he's facing me. "DON'T BULLY THE WEASLEYS!?" Draco says mockingly. "Father will hear about that one for sure Violet. Don't bully the Weasleys my goodness. You've gone soft, you really have." I move from the desk to the couch to sit beside my cousin.

"All I'm saying is that until they have done something to hurt or make fun of you, you do not have the right to bully them. Bully with reason, not just because you can." Draco rolls his eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck in the back of his head.

"They are insulting me! Pure-bloods talking to Mud-Bloods! What a disgrace to the wizarding world!" Students that were in the common room all look over to Draco and me when he says that word. Some of them who I know are muggle-born quietly excuse themselves from the room and make their way either into their dorms or out into the hall entirely. The pure-bloods that think the same way as Draco mumble in agreement.

"DRACO MALFOY when you are speaking to me you will NOT use that word. When you are having a civil conversation you will NOT use that word! How dare you believe that muggle-born witches and wizards are any better than you?" I can feel my cheeks heat up with anger. I love my family with my whole heart but there is a line that has to be drawn and Draco has crossed it.

"Yes yes okay fine. I won't use it around you. But father lets me use it. Even mother doesn't bat an eye! It's what people like them should be called!" Draco gets up and storms off into his dorm like a little child throwing a tantrum. The rest of the common room murmurs to each other before turning their attention away from me and back to their individual tasks.

Shoving my parchment, quill, ink, and my books into my shoulder bag in go to the common room door and step out of the Slytherin dorms. Anger still bubbles inside of me as I rush out of the dungeons. After a while of aimlessly walking through the halls, I found myself outside by the lakeshore. I plop down beside a tree and lean my head back with a sigh.

"All right there Violet?" I hear someone say from a little ways away. I open my eyes and instantly a smile spreads on my lips.

"Alright. What about you George?" I call back. I sit up a bit, correcting my posture.

George gets closer and shrugs. "Could be a lot worse, could be a lot better." He sits beside me, leans his head on the tree. Realizes he can't see me in that position and moves awkwardly, causing me to laugh. "Ah see? That's the carefreeness that I miss so much."