Sonorus
During the third year that Hermione had known Draco, he was being even a bigger pain than usual.
“You’re going to be a hunchback when you’re older, Granger,” Draco twanged, noting Hermione’s book bag that seemed to almost burst at the seams.
She tightened her lips and hobbled away.
“Wait, Granger!” Draco called, the mock still evident in his voice. “You know—“
Hermione dropped her bag and flicked out her wand. Pointing it at his face, she yelled, “Sonorus!”
“YOU’RE SUCH A FILTHY MUDBLOOD!” Draco finished his sentence, not realizing until after that his voice had been magnified. His face turned white, for Professor McGonagall was walking their way.
“What in heaven’s name is this?” she demanded in her strict manner, eyes flashing at Draco.
He opened his mouth to speak (which had been turned to normal, courtesy of Hermione) but the professor shushed him.
“Detention for you, Mr. Malfoy. Inappropriate terminology will not be tolerated in Hogwarts; you should know that by now!” McGonagall’s demeanor did not change. Giving him a final stare, she strode away.
Triumphant, Hermione gave Draco her too-bad-for-you look and hoisted her bag over her shoulder, not looking like much of a hunchback anymore.
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