Silver and Bronze: TCOTS Chapter five

After leaving detention with a sort of new found vengeance for Snape, Susan decided to go and hunt down and meet up with Luna or Neville. She could tell them all about her sorting of rat brains. As she skipped along merrily, she had run into a stout boy with messy dirty blonde hair and a girl with shoulder length ginger hair. "Hey! Are you blind as a bat or something?" demanded the boy. "I'm so sorry!" yelped Susan.
Susan tilted her head and let out a quick gasp. "I know who you are!" she exclaimed. The orange haired girl perked up a smile. "Do you, now?" she asked, to which Susan nodded. "You're Susan Bones. Niece of Amelia Bones from the Ministry of Magic," Susan said. The orange haired girl gave an affirmative smile. "Yes I am," she said as she glided her hand towards the boy. "And this is my friend, Ernie Macmillan. What's your name?" asked Bones. Susan held out her hand. "My name is also Susan. Susan Henkel. But I guess since your name is also Susan, you can call me Beatrice," said Susan. Bones laughed. "Beatrice?" she asked as Susan nodded. "It's my middle name," she said. Then, Bones giggled. "Okay then."
After a brief pause, Susan blurted out a yelp. "Hey. You said your name was Ernie, right?" asked Susan. Ernie gave a confused, yet affirmative look. "Yes, I did. Why?" he asked. Susan gave off a relatively dull smile. "Some girl named Hannah is looking for you in the library," she said directly. Ernie snapped from confused to alerted. "Oh Blimey! I forgot! I was supposed look at a map of Hogsmeade Village with her. I'll catch you guys later!" With that, Ernie sprinted off in an urgent and panicked fashion. Bones then turned to Susan. "So you've met Hannah Abbot?" she asked. Susan smiled, nodded and skipped along with a hurried "Nice meeting you, then!" upon the sight of her favourite acquaintance, Neville. Bones could still see them in eyeshot, so she observed. "And how are you, Mr. Longbottom?" asked Susan. Neville smiled with his usual shy demeanour. "Fine," he said. Susan bent to her knees and swung her head under Neville's face. "You're a shy one, aren't you?" she asked. Neville couldn't help other then to laugh at the sight before him. A first year was sparking up conversation with the third year students. Her face was upside down and facing opposite of Neville's. Susan also gave a smile. She looked over her shoulder and noticed that Bones had walked away with a Hermione to their next class, which confounded her. What was it with the third years taking more classes? Was this the confirmation to Susan that it was, indeed, necessary? Susan dismissed these thoughts and looked back at Neville, whom looking at the floor with his hands in his pockets.
A pair of petite hands covered Susan's eyes quickly and swiftly. A dainty, singsong voice then proceeded to announce itself. "Guess who?" As if she had to ask. "Luna?" asked Susan. The girl then uncovered Susan's eyes and turned to her front, revealing her permanently surprised look. "That's right." Luna smiled and her large, glass-like doe eyes then panned towards the ceiling. Susan never noticed until now how much Luna looked like a moving porcelain doll. It distracted her from conversation. It wasn't scary or such a thing, it was just one more thing that stood out about the already odd ball. And really, Susan wasn't one to criticise anyone for having strange-looking eyes, considering she had a frightening pair of matte, non-shining, bug-like eyes that were usually turquoise, but turned to a shade of glassy teal whenever she was crying. These eyes had doll-like lashes and were closely fixed on Luna, who then then walked over to Neville and ruffled his dirty blonde curls. The already blushing boy became flushed with red.
"Looks like the fat lump has a girlfriend!" called a voice. Susan briefly looked over her shoulder and saw a familiar face surrounded by 2 others. Draco Malfoy, a white haired boy with a pointed face, Vincent Crabbe, an overweight boy with black hair and eyes and Gregory Goyle, a muscular brown haired boy. "What the devil do you want?" asked Susan quickly. Draco scowled, but then conjured a devious plan in his mind. "I know who you are," he said obnoxiously. Susan gave a look of confusion as Draco advanced toward her and circled around her in a taunting manner. "Tussled red hair, crooked glasses, not too tall--" Susan interrupted him with a rage-filled complex. "What the bloody hell's that supposed to mean?!" Without thinking, Susan threw a book from her backpack aiming for his head. Draco swiftly dodged it shaking his head and had an almost evil smirk. "And a temper to match, too." Everyone just stood there in silence until Draco decided to walk toward the book and pick it up. He busted out laughing. "An Alchemy textbook?" He then threw the book at Susan's feet and she picked it up. "There's no mistaking it! You're that half-blood girl! Sarah, was it?" Draco asked like he could not give less of a shit. "No. It's Susan. Susan Henkel," Susan said, looking sort of angry. "And you're Draco Malfoy, correct?" she asked. The others looked in confusion. How in Merlin's name did they already know each other? Seriously, what the hell happened? "I'll tell Professor Mcgonnagal if you don't back!" Neville finally said. Draco laughed and actually seemed amused. "Oh. I'm terrified. A fat lump is gonna tell on me while his retarded girlfriend lectures me about how I shouldn't bully some midget! That's a laugh!" Draco had no idea what he had just done.
Susan trotted towards Draco and barbarically slammed him onto the floor. "DON'T CALL ME A BLOODY MIDGET!" she roared. Draco decided to keep at it despite the fact the Susan was clearly very angry. "Hey! No need to get short with me. This is a small problem. I hope we solve it so you don't think low of me. No need to feel down on you luck," he said, constantly thinking of more short puns to throw at her. Susan was bolting with anger and ready to pounce. "Hey, Malfoy!" a voice called. "Pick on someone your own size!" In stormed a boy with jet black hair, green eyes, thick framed round glasses and was characterised by a scar on his forehead and his two cohorts; One boy with short ginger hair and freckles and a girl with bushy hazel hair; The same girl seen walking with Bones back to class and had also known Susan for some time. None other than Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
"Mind your business, Potter!" shouted Draco. That's right. Harry Potter. The boy who lived. He had been talking about the dementors on school grounds looking for Azkaban escapee Sirius Black. The same ones that attacked the train and took a strand of Susan's hair. He had been talking with his friends about it when he saw a girl in distress with his friend, Neville Longbottom and a blonde girl who had skipped off looking for wrackspurts. "Picking on first years just shows how weak you are!" said Harry coldly. Draco simply gave Harry a scowl and brushed himself off. He was now very angry. He pointed his finger at Susan. "You, Suzy, your days are numbered once my father hears about this! You too, fat lump!" said Draco angrily. Now he did it. The one name in the history of name calling Susan couldn't stand being called. Suzy. It made her angrier than being called short.
Susan jumped at Draco only to be held back by a very scared Neville who was probably ready to pee his pants. "Let me go! I'm not gonna hurt the guy. I just wanna break his fucking neck!" she yelled. Neville shook his head. "You need to calm down," he said quietly. Susan was trembling in anger. "Calm down? What for? I'm not mad! I just wanna beat the shit out of him! Get over here, ya little coward!" she shouted. Draco felt satisfied and decided to leave with Vincent and Gregory. "That little bastard..." Susan mumbled. "THIS MEANS WAR, YOU ARSE-HOLE!" She was now yelling and screaming in Neville's clutch. She was kicking and lashing so hard, Neville dropped her. "YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME, YOU VILE BASTARD! YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY! YOU WILL RUE IT SO HARD! SO SUCK IT UP NOW, YOU WANKER, BECAUSE IT WON'T LAST FOR--" "Are you done, yet?" Susan turned around and noticed that Harry was crossing his arms with a disappointed look.
"Ah damn! Don't tell me you've never been brassed off before!" Susan let out a hearty laugh and patted Harry's back. "Who were those guys, anyway?" she asked. Harry sighed and decided it was best to ignore Susan's offensive behaviour. She was only a first year. She was probably still shedding some immaturity from grade school. "Those are the last people you want to get involved with. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle," he said. Susan tilted her head and adjusted her barrette. "Are they Slytherins? My sister told me that all the Slytherins were complete jerks," Susan stated. Harry nodded his head. "Yeah. They are," he said. Ron looked over at Susan with an add-on to Harry's message. "Avoid Pansy, too. She's a real bitch," he said. Harry quickly backhanded Ron in the arm and gave him a scowl. "Ow! Bloody hell! What'd I do?" he asked.
Susan had been too busy busting out laughing to notice. "What kind of name is Pansy? That's the most retarded thing I've ever heard! Pansy!" Susan was now bursting at the seams with laughter. "You think my name is funny?" asked a very angry voice. Susan couldn't even be bothered to notice that there was a girl standing over her. This had short brown hair, clean-cut bangs, and was distinguished by having a pug-like face. It was Pansy Parkinson. The same girl Susan poked fun at. Pansy intended to show Susan that this was a mistake. She swung her leg up, cocked her foot back, and fired it straight into her abdominal area. Susan abruptly stopped laughing and let out a gasp for air. She was now coughing furiously. Pansy laughed as Susan let out an unclear sound. Perhaps it was a strained "Ow!" or "Help!" that poor Susan was trying to utter. Either way, now it was Pansy's turn to have a good laugh. Susan continued to gag and cry on the ground. "Oh come on!" demanded Pansy. "I didn't kick you that hard!" Susan continued to sob in her position. "Fine! Be that way, you stupid cry-baby!" Pansy was now red in the face as her fists clutched tightly while she was seething.
"Leave her alone, Pansy!" Hermione was standing there, with a commanding aura. Like a mother bear defending her cubs. Harry was slightly in front of Hermione with his wand drawn. Ron stood slightly yet noticeably behind the two with his wand also drawn. Pansy instantly knew she was outnumbered, so she decided to quit while she was ahead and leave. "This isn't over!" And with that she was gone. Hermione instantly went to help Susan up. Susan had calmed down and was now irritated. "You're damn right, this isn't over! How dare she kick me like that? What in Merlin's name was going on in her head?"
Ron tried to change the subject. "You never did give us a proper introduction. Susan, was it?" he asked. Susan quirked a brow. "How did you know my name?" She asked, unaware that it just may have something to do with the fact that she was loudly announcing herself to everyone. "Well yes, I'm Susan Beatrice Henkel. Are these friends of yours, Hermione? You two never introduced yourselves properly. Mind doing so?" she asked as Ron decided to take a different approach to make a good first impression. "It's Weasley." He slipped on some black shades from his pocket. "Ron Weasley." Susan felt a sense of Deja vu. Possibly because they already met. Did Susan forget this? Either way, she gave a disapproving look. "Well, Ron, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret... People who try to be cool Piss! Me! Off! Ugh! No wonder Hermione is so annoyed by you!" Ron took off his shades immediately after hearing that and seemed uncomfortable. Hemione simply rolled her eyes. Susan then turned to Harry and her eyes became as wide as dinner plates. "I know who you are! The boy who lived! Harry Potter, right?" Harry rubbed the back of his head. "Beat me to the punch. But yes, that's me." Susan seemed calmer and nodded her head nonchalantly. "Cool story, bro." Harry was surprised that her reaction was so calm, but was not overtaken by it or anything.
"Look what you guys did!" shouted Hermione suddenly, to which Susan just giggled. She was used to this side of her. "It's not funny, Susan!" Hermione exclaimed as she hit her on the head with her book. "I'm gonna be late for class!" and with that, she darted off leaving Ron, Harry and Susan completely unsurprised.