Harry Potter and the Heir of Gryffindor(01) - Sahits

"Banbury?" Draco's eyes widened. "As in Imelda Banbury?"Harry could see Sophie tense up."Not the same Imelda Banbury who married that muggle?""The same," she said proudly."Then. . ." Draco looked as though he couldn't believe it. "That means that . . . you'reher muggle daughter!""Obviously she's not a muggle, Malfoy," Harry spat. "Muggles aren't allowed atHogwarts!""Yeah Draco," Ron added, "You prat! Try using your brain once in a while!""But everyone knows that Imelda Banbury's daughter is a muggle! Everyone! My fathertold me--""Then your father needs to get his facts straight," quipped Hermione.Draco could have killed her with the look he shot at her. His voice was incensed as hespoke. "Who are YOU to say ANYTHING about my FATHER, Granger!!""You can't threaten me, Malfoy.""You have no idea what you're up against. If you know what's good for you, you'll watchyour mouth, my dear. Or I'll have no hesitation to put you in your place-- remember, youcan't change what's in your blood. Granger.""I'd rather my parents be muggles like Hermione's than traitors like yours!" Ron roared.Draco pulled out his wand and placed it at Ron's neck. "That goes for you too, Weasley.As far as I'm concerned, if you and Harry choose to be with mudbloods and muggles,then you're every bit as dirty as they are." His angry blue eyes drifted past Ron andlanded on Sophie. He pointed his wand towards her. "Especially that one.""WHAT in Merlin's name is going on here!"Everyone looked up to see Professor McGonagall standing not five feet away."You will kindly put your wand away, Mr. Malfoy."Draco leered at Ron as he put his wand away, grimly."And Miss Banbury! I've been searching the grounds for you! Stick closer this time, won'tyou? Come on!" She turned on foot and Sophie hurried to follow her, throwing a smile atHarry, Ron and Hermione as she walked off, her shoes clicking on the floor.Draco folded his arms. "I still stand by what I said," he said piously."Then you stand alone," Harry said. "Come on you lot, we're going to be late for class."* * *Neither Harry, Ron or Hermione had been able to see Sophie off when Mrs. Banburyarrived for her that next morning. Hermione was lamenting over her departure, repeatingjust how much she "liked that kid." Ron was still rather irritated at Sophie for havingmade such an irrational decision."Need I remind you," Hermione snapped as they walked to their first class, "that yourtrack record hasn't been so great either. Flying a car to Hogwarts. . .""Okay, skip the lecture Hermione. I'd much rather have Professor Warwick give me onethan you."Hermione turned up her nose. "Hmph. And I bet that isn't the only thing that you'd likefrom her.""Herm!" Harry shouted, falling into stitches.Ron called Hermione a 'vicious troll', yet didn't bother to deny her comment either!Harry was the first one seated for the defense against the dark arts class. He listened toProfessor Gray's lecture as best he could, but was paying more attention to ProfessorGray himself. Studying every expression, every raise in the brow, every wave of thehand-- trying to find Sirius in him somewhere. If only those hideous glasses weren'thiding half his face!After what seemed mere moments, the class was filling out-- except for Harry, wholingered. "I'll catch up with you two in a bit," he called to Ron and Hermione whoexchanged confused looks.He approached Professor Gray's desk."Ah, Harry," he said without looking up from his quill, "How can I help you?""Professor Gray. . ." he started cautiously, "Er. . . I . . . really enjoyed today's lesson."He looked up. "Why thank you Harry! Really, it means a lot to me to hear that! I got theimpression that most of the class found it rather dull."34