Lucifer opened his eyes and turned so that Pansy could see his face, "Say it again."
He saw the fear in Pansy's eyes as she backed up into her pack of Slytherin Girls, who were all frozen to the spot with fear.
That was the thing about most Slytherins, they were all talk.
Lucifer started walking towards Pansy, who turned to run through her friends, but he raised his hand and then thrust it backwards, causing Pansy to fly towards him.
Just as she got close to him, he used both hands and grabbed her roughly by her clothing, and turned her around to stare in her eyes, "Say. It. Again."

Pansy refused.
Lucifer was sick of dealing with the Slytherins for this reason, so to satisfy his rage, he headbutt her, painfully hard.
He let go of her as she flung backwards, recoiled from his attack and fell to the floor.
"Morningstar," Graham said, "Why do you always do this? Resort to physical violence?"
"If I have to explain it to you," Lucifer turned and looked at Malcolm, "then you've been blissfully ignorant for the past two fucking years."
Malcolm ran. Yes, he ran away from how terrific eyes....those eyes.
Pansy had been crying and screaming for the past few moments, and a gash had opened on her forehead.
She was stood up by her friends who then proceeded to take her to the Hospital Wing.
"What's going to be in the Prophet now do you think?" Harry asked, still shaking off the cold chill that ran down his spine.
"I really don't care," Lucifer said and made his way to Hagrid's Cabin.
Skeeter already had made him out to be a horrible person, and that was only half-true; he was a good guy to people who didn't wrong him.
Hagrid, who told them about last lesson they were done with Unicorns, had been waiting on them near his cabin with a fresh supply of open crates at his feet.
He thought for a brief moment that they were Blast-Ended Skrewts, but Lucifer saw a hint of black fur, and he instantly recognized them to be Nifflers.
They were small and fluffy, and had flat, spade-like hands; they were all blinking up curiously at the class.
"These're nifflers." Hagrid said, "mines mostly. They like sparkly stuff... There yeh go, look."
One of the Nifflers suddenly leapt up and attempted to bite Parvati's wrist watch off.
She shrieked and jumped backwards, fearing for her life.
"They're not dangerous," Lucifer said, bending down and lifting one out of the crate, "unless you're rich," he began to scratch the Niffler behind the ear, "and they are useful for detecting treasure, that's why their hands are shaped how they are."
"Couldn' have explained it better myself," Hagrid said, "Ten Points ter Gryffindor. So, I thought we'd have some fun with 'em today. See over there?" He pointed to a large patch of freshly turned earth, and the look on Harry's face seemed to show realization.
"I've buried some gold coins. I've got a prize fer whoever picks the Niffler that digs up the most. Jus' take off all yer valuables, an' choose a niffler, an' get ready ter set 'em loose."
The class did just that, and Lucifer took off his own wrist-watch, setting the niffler on his shoulder, and he could see out of his peripheral that it's head was following his watch the entire time.
"Hang on a second..." Hagrid said, looking in the crate, "there're still five in the crate... who's missin'?"
Lucifer began to count on his fingers, "Hermione... Parkinson... three, four... Five students. Two in the Hospital Wing, and three of them taking Parkinson to the Hospital Wing," he said nonchalantly like it wasn't a big deal, "I'll explain later why Hermione's there, though."
"Alrigh' then. Everyone got a niffler? Set 'em down near the patch of Earth, and let 'em loose!"
It was easily some of the most fun that Lucifer had so far had in Care of Magical Creatures, and he hated that Hermione had to miss it.
The nifflers dived in and out of the patch of earth as though it were water, showing that Lucifer was right about their hands.
They practically swam through the earth, and each scurried back to the student who picked it out with gold coins in their hands and setting them into the lap of each respective student.
Ron's was particularly efficient at finding coins; his lap soon had easily the most of anyone.
"Can you buy these as pets, Hagrid?" He had asked excitedly as his niffler dove back into the soil, splattering his robes.
"Yes, but yer mum wouldn' be happy, Ron," Hagrid said, grinning, "they wreck houses, nifflers do. I reckon they've nearly got the lot, now," he added, pacing around the patch of earth while the nifflers continued to dive, "I on'y buried a hundred coins."
After a few more minutes, the nifflers stopped going back under the soil,
"Well, let's check how yeh've done!" Hagrid's voice boomed, but Lucifer didn't even bother counting as his niffler got nowhere near the amount Ron's did, "Count yer coins! An' there's no point tryin' ter steal any, Goyle," he added, his beetle-black eyes narrowed, "it's Leprechaun gold. Vanishes after a few hours."
Goyle then emptied his pockets, looking extremely sulky, but Lucifer smiled deviously.
It turned out that Ron's niffler had been the most successful by a large margin, so Hagrid gave him an enormous slab of Honeydukes chocolate for a prize.
The bell rang soon across the grounds for lunch; the rest of class set off back up to the castle, but Harry, Ron, and Lucifer stayed behind to help Hagrid round up the nifflers.
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"So, what happened ter Hermione?" Hagrid asked in a concerned voice.
Lucifer proceeded to explain what happened, about the hate mail she'd received, and a particular one that had some sort of acidic curse that hit her in the face.
He added why Pansy was in the Hospital Wing as an off-hand comment, and while Hagrid didn't seem to approve of it, he said nothing about it otherwise.
"My advice... don' let her open any more mail," Hagrid said quietly, "I got some o' those letters an' all, after Rita Skeeter wrote abou' me mum. Yeh're a monster an' yeh should be put down. Yer mother killed innocent people an' if yeh had any decency yeh'd jump in a lake."
"Humans can be so cruel off the words of some gussied up broad... Witches and Wizards are so damn stupid if they actually believe even half of what Rita Skeeter writes..." Lucifer spat hatefully.
"Yeah," Hagrid said, heaving the niffler crates over by his cabin wall, "They're jus' nutters. Don' let her open any more of 'em if yeh can. Chuck 'em straigh' in the fire."
"Oh, believe me, I won't let her open another unmarked letter at all," Lucifer said. 'Either I'll do it myself, or I'll just torch them.'
"She missed a really good lesson," Harry said as they headed back up to the Castle, "they're good, nifflers, aren't they, Ron?"
Ron, however, was frowning at the chocolate Hagrid had given him.
He looked thoroughly miffed about something.
"What's the matter? Wrong flavor?" Harry asked him.
"No," Ron said shortly, "Why didn't you tell me about the gold?"
"What gold?" Harry asked.
"The gold I gave you at the World Cup," Ron said, his face contorted funny, "the leprechaun gold I gave you for my Omnioculars, in the Top Box... why didn't you tell me it disappeared?"
"I tried," Lucifer said, glancing over at Ron, "but you were being loud and quite pleased about paying Harry back, that you didn't hear me, so I gave up immediately."
They climbed the steps into the Entrance Hall, but Lucifer stopped, prompting them both to stop as well, but Ron was muttering to himself.
"Must be nice..." he said suddenly loud enough for Lucifer to hear him, "to be able to talk about not caring that the money I gave Harry disappeared after a while."
"It's not my fault you don't pay attention, Weasely, don't you fucking dare try to pin the blame on me," Lucifer said in a calm voice.
"I didn't know it vanished," Ron said, still defiant, "I thought I was paying him back..." he turned to Harry, "You shouldn't have given me that Chudley Cannon hat for Christmas."
"Forget it, all right?" Harry said quickly, wanting to drop the subject.
Ron was sulky as he looked at his feet, "I hate being poor."
"Right, because you have it so fucking bad right now, don't you?" Lucifer said in a rising voice, "Or have you forgotten that Hermione had an acidic, corrosive substance splashed on her face!?" He yelled the last word, and the Entrance Hall and Great Hall rumbled a bit, causing the white noise from the Great Hall to suddenly go quiet.
"You know what? Fuck off, Weasley. I'm going to see Hermione for Lunch Break," he said, but went into the Great Hall to get a small plate of food, just in case she was hungry.
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