December 23, 1996

Ron and Ginny were staying at Hogwarts for the Christmas break, along with Harry. Hermione was going on a ski trip with her parents, and felt guilty hanging them out to dry the other times. Ginny was off somewhere. She had told them that it was 'girl stuff'... what ever that was.

Harry looked at Ron, then to his new watch. He had gotten it during a Hogsmead trip, to replace the one that had broken during the second task. The watch was charmed to be able to work around Hogwarts, so it was ideal for students. The time read 2:47. He was supposed to have a... hem... study session with Ginny at 3:00. She was supposed to meet him at the Entrance Hall at 2:45. Ron shouldn't have believed that it was a study session, after all, Harry and Ginny were in different years, and why would they want to study during a holiday?

At 2:50 Ginny came running into the Entrance Hall, out of breath. "Ginny! You're late! I don't think Harry appreciates that you're late for the study session! He is falling behind, you know." Ron said as she stopped in front of them.

"Yeah, Ginny." Harry said, mock-pouting. Ron turned at a noise by the dungeon entrance.

Ginny leaned in close to Harry, her eyes glittering, mischievously. She, seductively, whispered, "You'll be happy... just wait and see." Harry's eyes widened, and a hunger shown through the emerald orbs.

Before Harry could act, a voice behind them said, "Why if it isn't the Weasels and Pothead. Couldn't afford the free train ride? Or could you just not stand another few weeks around that obese mum of yours?"

Harry didn't think that he could ever hold off two Weasleys who's mother had been insulted. Ginny started towards him, but Ron stayed put. She stopped, however, when Ron, face red with anger, yelled. Both Harry and Ginny stared at him as he said, "Oh, yeah Malfoy? Well, I shagged your mum!"

Others who had been walking by stopped to stare at Ron. Harry and Ginny jumped back from him. Almost everyone in the Entrance Hall simultaneously yelled, "WHAT?!?!" Everyone was surprised that Draco didn't yell. He was just looking at Ron with and eye brow raised.

"You know, Weasley, you're really loosing what touch you once had."

"Your mum doesn't think so!"

Draco's brow scrunched together. "Isn't so much as insulting as disturbing," he paused for a moment. "No, it's both insulting and disturbing. The only hitch is that it's so ludicrous, it couldn't be true. There's no way anyone from my family would ever want something like you. A Mudblood lover, poor, and no sense of fashion." Draco eyed Ron's maroon jumper, torn jeans, and old sneakers. Malfoy had been wearing a black turtleneck, black trousers, and black dress shoes.

"You know... you're dad's bed is pretty nice. Although I would take off those snakes that wrap around the posts. I would keep the canopy, though. The silver embroidery is nice, but the big 'M's on the pillow's will have to go. Or maybe I'll just turn them upside down. You know.... 'W'..."

Malfoy looked at him with an unreadable expression. Then muttered, "Lucky guess."

Ron continued. "You know... that birthmark on her bum is pretty cute. Looks sort of like a butterfly."

Draco paled considerably. He yelled, "Son of a bitch!" Before charging at Ron. Both boys started to throw punches at each other. The Slytherins, were rooting Draco on, but the Gryffindors were trying to pull Ron off Draco. The teachers started to come into the Entry Hall. At first, they tried to quiet everyone down by sending small fireworks into the air, but it was to no avail.

Everyone did quiet down, however, when the main doors that lead into Hogwarts were opened. "Draaaaco!! Mummy's...." Narcissa Malfoy started before taking in the scene in front of her.

"MUM!" Draco shouted.

"Hey, baby!" Ron said.

Narcissa Malfoy collapsed into a dead faint.