leaked HBP script (got it from multiply)
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53 - INT. THREE BROOMSTICKS - LATER - DAY
As the trio enter, Harry glances round,
locates Slughorn at the bar, planted plumply on a stool.
HARRY
No. Over here.
Hermione and Ron, in the midst of seating
themselves at a perfectly acceptable—and clean—table, see Harry seat himself at
one strewn with detritus of a previous customer–but which puts him in direct
view of Slughorn. They exchange a
glance, shrug, join Harry. Ron starts to take the chair directly opposite
Harry–blocking his view.
HARRY (CONT’D)
No, no. Sit next to me.
Ron stops, exchanges another glance with
Hermione.
RON
O-kay.
A SKINNY KID in an apron appears,
tosses a FILTHY RAG upon the table–which begins to wipe the surface on its own.
Harry cranes his neck around the kid to keep Slughorn in view.
SKINNY KID
What’ll we have?
HERMIONE
Three Butterbeers. Splash of ginger in
mine, please.
The kid WHISTLES and the rag leaps back into
his pocket. Harry continues to eye Slughorn, when he see Draco. They lock eyes
briefly, then Draco exits.
RON
Aw, bloody hell…
Harry turns, and sees Ron glowering at Ginny
who sits in a dark corner with Dean, their faces lit by a guttering candle.
HERMIONE
Oh, honestly Ronald. They’re just holding hands…
(as Dean kisses Ginny)
And snogging.
RON
I’d like to leave.
HERMIONE
Leave? You can’t be serious.
RON
That happens to be my sister.
HERMIONE
So? What if she looked over here and saw you snogging me? Would you expect her
to get up and leave?
Ron blinks, utterly speechless. Then:
SLUGHORN
Harry, m’boy!
Slughorn’s voice BOOMS so loudly even Ginny
jumps–and catches Harry looking. As Slughorn waddles over, SLOSHING mug in
hand, Harry rises immediately–an action so grossly out of character that
Hermione regards him with amused curiosity.
HARRY
Hello, sir. Wonderful to see you.
Hermione, brow wrinkling, turns to Ron,
silently mouths:
wonderful to see you?
HARRY (CONT’D)
So what brings you here, sir?
SLUGHORN
Oh, the Three Broomsticks and I go way back. Longer than I’d care to admit. In
fact I remember when it was simply One Broomstick!
As Slughorn GUFFAWS, Harry joins in,
LAUGHING HEARTILY as well. Slughorn’s belly trembles next to Hermione’s cheek
and his waving mug sloshes over, spattering the table.
SLUGHORN (CONT’D)
Oops! All hands on deck,
Granger!
Hermione smiles thinly, when a WHISTLE is
heard and the FILTHY RAG is back, whisking away Slughorn’s mess as the SKINNY
KID slides three foaming mugs onto the table. (In the b.g. Katie Bell emerges
from the back, starts for the exit. Her friend LEANNE follows her out.)
SLUGHORN (CONT’D)
Listen, m’boy. In the old days, I used to throw together the occassional supper
and invite a select student or two. Would you be game.
HARRY
I’d consider it an honor, sir.
SLUGHORN
You’d be welcome too, Granger.
Hermione in the midst of emptying her
Butterbeer in one long draw, SLAMS down her mug–leaving behind a “mustache.”
HERMIONE
Be delighted, sir.
SLUGHORN
Brilliant. Look for my owl.
(exiting, to Ron)
Good to see you, Wallenby.
Ron frowns as Slughorn waddles away, turns
to Harry.
RON
What’re you playing at?
HARRY
Dumbledore asked me to…get to know him.
RON
Get to know him?
HARRY
Dunno. But it must be important. Otherwise Dumbledore wouldn’t ask.
Slam! Ron turns, see that Hermione has
emptied his mug as well. Ron gestures to her upper lip.
RON
Um…You’ve got a little…
Without a thought, she flicks her tongue up,
wipes it clean.
What do you guys think?
