Draco was, to say the very least, pissed off. The portrait of two old
wizards peered down at him, whispering about the scowling 6th year youth
now pacing back and forth in front of the Slytherin fireplace. The bearded
one snickered, and the blond boy swirled around to face them, robes
twirling.
"And what the hell are you laughing at, you slimy little git!?" Draco's eyes squinted at the wizard, who at first was taken aback, but was now outright pointing and laughing. Something smelt like smoke.
Draco looked to the ground and saw the edge of his robes glowing with embers. He cursed loudly and began stamping out the burn. *Stupid school robes, always shoddily made! Ruined on the first week of school!* He thought to himself. *Father will simply have to buy me new ones.*
Ah, there was the problem, though. Lucius Malfoy, for all his cleverness and cunning, had still been unable to get away from Dumbledor in the Department of Mysteries. Draco thought of his father, awaiting a full trial before the Wizengamot. His scowl grew in intensity. Oh this was all Potter's fault!
Harry Potter.Harry Potter and his infuriating cohorts Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger! He hated them more than any insipid house elf! All that arrogance and attitude, all that fame that went to Potter's head, it was all what started this. Perhaps it was the influence of that Mudblood whore, Granger, which made Potter do what he did. Potter was the one who put his father in jail, the one who announced to the world in papers that his father was a Death Eater. Family friends had dissociated themselves over the summer months, and Narcissa drew even further into her distance and detestation toward her son. Crabbe and Goyle were beginning to drift away as well, still remaining by his side, but not as often. *Understandable, of course,* thought Draco. * Can't risk their hides as much anymore. After all, their parents were named as well.* Named by none other than Harry Potter. Draco's rage grew. His quickly grabbed a Remembral from a first year and threw it across the room, shattering it upon the stonewall of the Slytherin dungeon. Scowling, he turned to the fire, as the small first year ran whimpering to his dormitory.
Oh yes, Harry had ruined everything for Draco. He had ruined his summer, his familial ties, his allies. He had ruined the Malfoy name. He had ruined everything, right down to the burnt edge of his robes. And, by God, Draco would make him pay.
"And what the hell are you laughing at, you slimy little git!?" Draco's eyes squinted at the wizard, who at first was taken aback, but was now outright pointing and laughing. Something smelt like smoke.
Draco looked to the ground and saw the edge of his robes glowing with embers. He cursed loudly and began stamping out the burn. *Stupid school robes, always shoddily made! Ruined on the first week of school!* He thought to himself. *Father will simply have to buy me new ones.*
Ah, there was the problem, though. Lucius Malfoy, for all his cleverness and cunning, had still been unable to get away from Dumbledor in the Department of Mysteries. Draco thought of his father, awaiting a full trial before the Wizengamot. His scowl grew in intensity. Oh this was all Potter's fault!
Harry Potter.Harry Potter and his infuriating cohorts Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger! He hated them more than any insipid house elf! All that arrogance and attitude, all that fame that went to Potter's head, it was all what started this. Perhaps it was the influence of that Mudblood whore, Granger, which made Potter do what he did. Potter was the one who put his father in jail, the one who announced to the world in papers that his father was a Death Eater. Family friends had dissociated themselves over the summer months, and Narcissa drew even further into her distance and detestation toward her son. Crabbe and Goyle were beginning to drift away as well, still remaining by his side, but not as often. *Understandable, of course,* thought Draco. * Can't risk their hides as much anymore. After all, their parents were named as well.* Named by none other than Harry Potter. Draco's rage grew. His quickly grabbed a Remembral from a first year and threw it across the room, shattering it upon the stonewall of the Slytherin dungeon. Scowling, he turned to the fire, as the small first year ran whimpering to his dormitory.
Oh yes, Harry had ruined everything for Draco. He had ruined his summer, his familial ties, his allies. He had ruined the Malfoy name. He had ruined everything, right down to the burnt edge of his robes. And, by God, Draco would make him pay.