You Have Bad Breath

"Weasley, want to see my new pet?"

Malfoy waved at Ron with a smile, casually pulling a glass jar from his robe pocket. Inside was a spider he had just caught at school. He held the jar out in front of Ron and asked maliciously, "Look, this is my latest pet. Isn't it adorable?"

As he spoke, Malfoy poured a spider out of the jar and held it toward Ron, frightening him into taking a step back and nearly falling over.

Ron's embarrassed appearance made Malfoy and the others burst into smug laughter.

"Get lost, Malfoy."

Harry stepped forward and stood in front of Ron, blocking the spider Malfoy was holding out.

"Oh, I nearly forgot. Poor Weasley seems to be afraid of spiders. With his family's place being such a wreck, there should be plenty of spiders there. How could he possibly be afraid of them?" Malfoy said mockingly as he put the spider back into the glass jar.

"You must have been chewing shit from a toilet in the bathroom. Your breath really stinks. Or did you drink too much chamber-pot water last time? Has your bad breath still not gone away?"

George had appeared beside Malfoy at some point. He slung an arm around Malfoy's neck, pulled a piece of gum from his pocket, and offered it to him with a grin. "I've got gum specially made to treat bad breath. Want a piece? It cures shit-spewing mouths."

"Get lost."

Malfoy pushed the gum away in disgust, as though it were something utterly horrifying.

"George, you shouldn't waste premium goods on someone like him."

Fred took the gum George had been about to give Malfoy, unwrapped it, and tossed it straight into his mouth. He chewed it, then blew a bubble at Malfoy.

"Well, the bad-breath gum