Harry Potter: Go To Hell

At a nearby table, Draco and his cronies were pretending to work on an assignment for their upcoming Potions class but in reality, with silencing charms on their quills, they were carefully copying every word of the confrontation so they could dissect it later or pass it along to those who could use the information to best advantage.

Each of them was praying their Head of House who was hiding in the stacks as usual wouldn't send them out of the Library until the Confrontation of the Ages was completed.

They were all listening closely as Harry Potter told off the know-it-all mudblood and her two cronies. Like Harry and her two sidekicks, they knew the two purebloods followed the mudblood's direction.

They'd never had any doubts about that. Which in their opinion was just wrong. Purebloods, blood traitors or not, should never be taking directions from a mudblood.

The group wasn't even daring to growl softly as was their usual habit in a situation like this. Harry's voice was too soft and quiet for that. If they did, they might miss something.

They had to listen closely as his voice really had changed over the summer. It was now so soft and quiet that if they didn't listen with their full attention, they wouldn't have heard what he said at all. And they were used to listening to Professor Snape who whispered louder than Potter was talking now.

All three began snickering as soon as they understood exactly what the trio was being accused of and what they had inadvertently agreed had been the reason they felt entitled to access Harry's inheritance. That was until they were silenced by their tablemates angry glares.

Hermione finally regained her voice and loudly screeched, "Harold James Potter! You take that back right now. I am no whore and you know it. I'm a respectable girl. I earned that money fair and square. I got it for helping you on your homework and making sure you were always where you needed to be when you needed to be there."

"I earned it by seeing to it that information you needed got to you when you needed it. I earned it by being what a best friend is supposed to be when all you wanted to do was whine and complain about how you didn't like being in a private room or people being mean to you.

"It's not my fault all you ever want to do is complain about getting into trouble when you don't listen to the teachers as I tell you to. If you'd listened to me, you never would have been placed into that room. But you didn't, did you?"

Harry lost any semblance of friendliness as her screeching rant drew to a close and she admitted she was nothing more than a bought and paid for servant. In silence, he rose to his full height somehow gaining an impressive demeanor though by no means did he have an impressive build.

He was short and thin to the point of being scrawny. Yet in this instant he looked as impressive as any Prince of the Realm and twice as regal in his nearly threadbare robes.

"First off, Bint, I suggest you actually take the time and trouble to learn my name. It is not, and never has been, Harold. And no I will not tell you what it is. You have no need to know."

He glared at her as she absorbed what he said.

"Second off, you aren't nearly as smart as I've always, -mistakenly, it seems-, given you credit for being. You just stood here in front of witnesses and admitted I bought and paid for your friendship from the very beginning. That is not respectable. Nor is it what a best friend is. That's not even what a fair weather friend is. I suggest you invest in a simple muggle Webster's Dictionary so you can look that word up again. Obviously you don't actually know the definition of the word if you honestly think being a best friend means you get paid for it. You're no friend of mine and you never have been."

"You're no whore you say. Yet you basically just told everyone in this room you sold your soul and your honor for gold." He waved at hand towards the occupied tables around them. Hermione didn't even glance at the occupied tables.

"And you want everyone in here to believe this doesn't make you a whore of the lowest order? Just how can you even claim that? At least, those girls are openly selling their wares. They don't lie about what they are, pretending to be something else. Nor do they sneak behind their clients back to gain access to the funds they feel are owed them but that the client never offered. They set a flat fee and name it up front. You're a disgrace to the honest working girl who knows what she is and admits it."

"If you wanted my money that badly you should've just asked me straight up. But you aren't honest enough to do something so honorable. Are you? Much more your style to sneak around and lie, cheat and steal what you need to do what you want to do. Just like you did when you decided you needed some expensive potion ingredients, right? Oh, right. You didn't steal those at all did you? They were given to you to help pull the wool over my eyes while you were laughing your way to the bank to grab more of my gold, huh."

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