chapter:27 Draco - HARRY POTTER: After the chamber-lord

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He, on the other hand, had used the recent free periods to do spell research, teach Ginny the First Year spells she should have learned in DADA, as well as a few extra ones to be safe. He had also used the time to read his statement from Gringotts, which proved…illuminating. If the statement on his various Vaults were to be believed, he was as rich as Midas, or rather, he would be upon his majority. Discounting Vault 687, his school Trust Vault, he had seven Vaults. One had formerly belonged to his mother, Lily Evans, one was the Main Potter Vault, one was the Potter Heirloom and Artefacts Vault and one had been his Father's personal Vault. The remaining three Vaults, and their contents, had apparently been left to him in their wills by three very grateful people after his defeat of Voldemort. In addition, he had discovered that he owned shares in several companies that were spread across the board, from Gladrags Wizardwear Group Limited to Zonkos Joke Shop. 'Definitely have to owl Rockclaw with a list of recommendations on what to do with some of these stocks and investments.' Harry thought idly as he made his friends stop arguing and sit down. "The Slytherins looks dead sour over there." Ron muttered to Harry in an undertone. It was true. Several members of the House of Cunning were giving the red and gold banners hanging from the ceiling, indicating a Gryffindor victory in the House Cup, a very sour and jaded look. Notably, Draco Malfoy was glaring at the banners with such distaste that Harry was mildly surprised that the banners didn't spontaneously combust. "Not really a surprise." Harry replied just as quietly so only Ron and Hermione could hear him, "Mine and Ron's four hundred points meant that Slytherin got left in the dust. Didn't really stand a chance, if you consider they were in second place behind us to begin with. Add in four hundred points and that's all she wrote." "That's all who wrote?" Ron asked. "It's a muggle expression." Hermione said with a sigh, "What Harry means that Slytherin never stood a chance once you got awarded those points." "Oh. Why didn't he just say so then?" Ron asked, slightly bemused. Harry and Hermione exchanged a shared look of mingled exasperation and fondness for Ron, but before they could reply, Professor Dumbledore stood up and raised his hands in a gesture for silence. "Silence please." he said with that grandfatherly twinkle alight in his eyes, "Well now, here we are at the end of another year. And what a year it has been. Let us have a round of applause for Madame Pomfrey and Professor Sprout, whose Mandrake Restoration Draught was so successfully administered to all of the victims of petrifaction." A rousing cheer erupted from three of the four tables, with polite applause from about a third of the last table. Three guesses which tables did what. Pomona Sprout and Poppy Pomfrey blushed at the attention given to them. Herbology and Healing were rarely in the limelight, taking the back seat to the flashier branches of magic like Charms, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts, so the two women were unused to being cheered like champions. Once the applause died down, Dumbledore continued, "The events of this year have been stressful and traumatic for us all, none more so than those who were petrified, as well as those who are close to them. Anyone who wishes to have a referral to see a councillor, please see your Head of House after the feast. With that, let the Leaving Feast begin!" Once the plates filled up with the usual delicious food served by Hogwarts, Ron eagerly began his usual Welcoming/Leaving Feast occupation of trying to empty the kitchens of all food and drink single-handedly. Hermione went 'tsked' under her breath as she ate in a far more sedate and dignified manner than her redheaded friend did. Harry smiled at the exact opposite attitudes to eating that his friends showed as he tucked in himself. After the feast, they took the carriages down to the Hogwarts Express, the scarlet engine gleaming in the sunlight. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and the Weasley twins claimed a compartment to themselves and enjoyed the last (legal) time they would be allowed to use magic until the next term. "Expelliarmus!" Ginny fired a scarlet jet of light at Hermione, disarming her. "Ginny, where the bloody hell did you learn the Disarming Charm?" Ron asked in amazement. "Harry taught me it." Ginny said with a mild blush, "He's a really good teacher, you know?" "Ah, Ickle Harrykins-" one twin said. your talents just seem to keep growing." the other twin said, "Wiping teacher's memories-" "-hexing that git Malfoy-" "-slaying Basilisks-" "-saving damsels in distress-" "-and now teaching our dear little sister what that ponce Lockhart should have been teaching her." concluded a twin that Harry was reasonably certain was Fred, "What will you do for an encore?" "Merlin knows." Harry said, "But don't look now - we seem to have some bad faith approaching us." While the Weasley's looked mildly confused, Hermione cottoned on, drawing her wand surreptitiously. Right after that, the compartment door slammed open, revealing a thoroughly pissed off Malfoy, flanked by his trolls, pardon me, friends, Crabbe and Goyle. Go away Malfoy." Harry said without skipping a beat, "I don't feel like hexing you unconscious right now, so if you don't get lost, I'll let my friends handle you and your boyfriends." Malfoy turned red in either rage or humiliation at both the dismissal and the insinuation that he was homosexual. I am not gay, Potter!" Malfoy snarled, "How dare you accuse me of such shameful and dishonourable practices!" Homophobic Malfoy?" Hermione said with a raised eyebrow, "How predictable." "Shut up, Mudblood!" Draco snapped angrily at Hermione. Mucus ad Nauseum Maxima!" two voices snapped out loudly, rocking Malfoy back with a pair of sickly green jets of light from both Harry and Ginny's wands.