You Have Bad Breath

"Weasley, want to see my new pet?"

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

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

Ron's bedraggled 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. But with his family's place being such a wreck, there ought to be plenty of spiders there. How could he be afraid of them?" Malfoy put the spider back into the glass bottle with a grin, mocking him without restraint.

"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 his neck, pulled out a piece of Chewing gum from his pocket, and held it out to Malfoy with a grin. "I've got Chewing gum specially made to treat bad breath. Want a piece? It can cure you of talking shit."

"Get lost."

Malfoy pushed the Chewing gum away in disgust, as though it were something terrifying.

"George, you shouldn't waste good stuff on someone like him."

Fred took the Chewing gum George had been about to offer Malfoy, unwrapped it, and tossed it straight into his mouth.