"Having a romantic time with your girlfriend, Weasly?" Malfoy leered.
"What do you want?" Ron countered hotly, his right hand reaching into his robes.
Hermione silently caught Harry's eye.
When Ron also eyed Harry suspiciously ,I knew something was seriously wrong.
" Looking for these?" Malfoy asked as he waved Hermione's and Ron's wand triumphantly in the air.
"This piece of crap would have you coughing out slugs instead of saving you," Malfoy said, stroking the wand lovingly.
"but it has its uses,"he continued, his voice almost a hiss.
"Give it here!"Harry shouted, branishing his wand.
I felt the wand point into the small of my neck and shivered uncontrollably.
" It would do well to not be so hot-headed Potter," he taunted.
" Meet me alone tonight in the Hogwarts Express at midnight . I will be waiting for you in the last cabin...with Muthu. And of course Ron's and Hermione's wands, " he said, proffering and keeping them and the last minute.
" if there are unwanted visitors," he drawled.
But he never finished the sentence. With a swish of his green Slytherin robes, he disappeared into the fireplace with a muffled shout of Slytherin Common Room and a dust cloud of floo powder.
Ron threw his Choclate Frog cards into the fireplace and the cat stung by a sudden sparks from the fireplace mewed admonitorily. Hermione took to retrieving her notes.
" I hate interviews," Ron said as he sunk deeper into his chair.
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