Malfoy didn’t reappear in classes until late on Thursday
morning, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through
double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm
covered in bandages and bound up in sling,
acting, in Harry’s opinion, as though he was the heroic survivor of
some dreadful battle.
‘How is it, Draco?’ simpered Pansy Parkinson. ‘Does it hurt much?’
‘Yeah,’ said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Harry saw him wink at Grabble and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.
‘Settle down, settle down,’ said Professor Snape idly.
Harry and Ron scowled at each other; Snape wouldn’t have said ‘settle down’ if they’d walked in late, he’d have given them detention. But Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape’s classes; Snape was Head of Slytherin house and generally favored his own students before all others.
They were making
‘How is it, Draco?’ simpered Pansy Parkinson. ‘Does it hurt much?’
‘Yeah,’ said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Harry saw him wink at Grabble and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.
‘Settle down, settle down,’ said Professor Snape idly.
Harry and Ron scowled at each other; Snape wouldn’t have said ‘settle down’ if they’d walked in late, he’d have given them detention. But Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape’s classes; Snape was Head of Slytherin house and generally favored his own students before all others.
They were making
