For the Cards Against Humanity competition
Prompt: This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with 'public ridicule'
That Night
The first thing a Pureblood learns is to be respectful to their betters, and disrespectful to those of lesser blood. The second thing a Pureblood is taught is to never make a fool of yourself.
Draco knew that, it was drilled into his head when he was younger, but somehow he always made a fool of himself.
One time, when he was five years old, he managed to barge his way into his father's important meeting with the Minister, and immediately fell flat on his face, dragging the Minister's robes with him.
When he was six, he accidentally kissed a house-elf at a New Year's gala. For years, he was called a house-elf lover, and it was torturous.
The slip-ups didn't stop when he went to Hogwarts, either. He once fell down the stairs, but thankfully only Crabbe and Goyle were there to witness it. Don't even get him started on the time a Mudblood hit him...
How he hated that Mudblood, and her perfect little life. She gained no consequences from that night...
That night. Merlin, it still haunted him...
The Malfoy's held a ball, to try and raise their reputation. Everyone was invited, from the lightest Mudblood to the darkest Pureblood. Including her.
How he hated her, with her pretty face, and gorgeous hair. Her beautiful mind and her fair lips. If only she was a Pureblood. If only...
He mustn't get side-tracked He was talking about that night, and the awful Mudblood.
It was dark in the hall. Elegant ice statues adorned the corners, and rich foods brightened up the white table cloth. People were dancing, singing, laughing. A band of mermaids sung in a tank, peaceful and serene.
Nothing was going wrong. Until he spotted her, and then he forgot the world.
Slowly, he walked over to the Mudblood, the effects of his one sip of wine affecting him. "Oi, Granger," he beckoned. "Follow me."
He led the woman outside, eying up her outfit ravishingly. "Care to dance?" He asked, hoping she didn't reject him.
One dance later and they were staring into each other's eyes. They didn't notice the door opening. "What is going on?" Ronald Weasley declared angrily.
"He just grabbed me and forced me to dance with him," the excuse for a witch quickly made up, and a snap of a camera sounded.
He made the front headline the next day. 'Is This A New Turn For Malfoy?' His parents hated him, for weeks, until he managed to convince them he thought she was the new Pureblood he had to date, Astoria Greengrass.
She didn't trust him until their third date, either.
How he hated her. Why do the best people have to have the worst blood?
The world will end, soon, and it won't be due to a bang. The cause would be public ridicule. Especially in his case...
Word Count: 493
~Buttercat