Triple Potions

                                    

                                          

        "Val, do you think maybe you hate A History of Magic a little too much? Because now, I'm gonna be there alone. I have no friends in that class, and Merlin knows I would rather die than talk to another Hufflepuff. Last time they gave me a basket of muffins just because I fucking smiled at the poor girl" I laughed, kissing Blaise's cheek as I left him at the classroom door and made my way to Potions.
"Love you too Blaisee" Chuckling, I quickened my pace so as to not be late. It only took a few minutes to get there, my time to think, still, at no avail to remembering last night's events. All around me hungover students smiled at me or gave me a quick hello hug. 
Calmer now, I strode down the steps to the dungeons, going cold the moment I was face to face with five very angry Gryffindors, all red in the face and hands balled into fists. Romilda Vane, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Weasley. 
"What the fuck do you want and why are you looking at me like I ate a puppy or something" I questioned them, growing uneasy the more Ginger Weasels eyes narrowed at me, her long hair looking unkept and frankly dirty. Having to crane my neck up to look up at her, the giant whore took a breath before speaking. 
"Ask your little bodyguard why don't you? My boyfriend is up in the hospital wing because of him." I opened my mouth to speak but a long cold hand slithered around my waist and the deep cologne of Draco Malfoy embraced me. His cold rings made me hiss when they slightly slipped under my shirt and made contact with my waist. I tried to hide it, but my cheeks flushed red, earning a smirk from the asshole on my left who started drawing small circles with his ring and middle fingers on my exposed skin. Fucking Malfoy I swear.
"First off Weasle, your "boyfriend" tried to fuck Valen last night." Nott and Riddle took the tone of Malfoys voice and quickly stepped on either side of us, muscles slightly flexed as they started the Gryffindors down. "He's a no good man whore who takes drunk women for granted. Not to mention he's cheated on you like a hundred times with that Romilda Vane over there. I've caught both of them getting at it like ten times over the summer while they were at my family's parties. So the next time you try your pathetic version of a confrontation again, know your goddamn facts, and at least defend someone worthy of defense, alright?" Ginny looked absolutely destroyed, the woman stared from Malfoy to me and back. And took a quick glance behind her to Romilda who's eyes were as big as saucers and face had been drained of all color. 
"You're fucking lying and you know you are." Ronald stepped forward, glaring at us. 
"Why don't you ask George and Fred, Weasel. They're the ones who heard the whole thing happen and carried the bitch out of our common room" The two twins came into view, leaving Snape's classroom with what looked like a failed prank and detention slips. 
"Ask us what?" The ginger boys said together, smiling, clearly not knowing the conversation taking place. 
"Malfoy and his pig of a girlfriend are claiming Harry tried to take advantage of her in the party last night-" Before he could finish his sentence Ronald was on the wall, his collar fisted in Dracos hands. Theodore Nott and Thomas Riddle were suddenly holding both of Weasleys arms against the wall. 
I tried to not act like I was just punched in the stomach, not just by Ronald calling me a pig, but because out of everyone, he said it in front of Draco. I knew better than to go and argue against the situation, if a Slytherin is in a fight, any means necessary to make sure they win and leave unharmed is taken. The three boys were clearly using what we call the "guard dog" protocol. It was the most effective and second most frequently used among us. However, the most used overall was our "Family" protocol, that was when our rings burned and every Slytherin who got it ran to where the problem was and took on whatever was happening as a group. The eldest there would lead and deal with the banter part of the problem, roasting and insulting whoever we were fighting and whatnot, and the five strongest would make sure the issue was taken care of or just used their strength to threaten.