Draco walked around the Slytherin house, pacing about the fireplace. Crabbe and Goyle recently started avoiding him to no avail, leaving Malfoy to himself at all times, except for an admirer of his, Bellatrix LeStrange, and her daughter, Trixiebelle. The fire in the fireplace began to glow a strange green, as Bellatrix's face appeared in it.
"Well well well! Look who it is! It's Malfoyyyy!" She said, concluding with an evil cackle. He let out a deep sigh and knelt down in front of the fire. "What is it, LeStrange?" "Oh, nothing. How does it feel?" She asked, emphasizing 'feel' with a sort of devilish scowl. "How does it feel?" Draco repeated, rolling up his shirt sleeve. "I guess you can say it really hurts." She laughed almost immediately, "An ideal response from someone so young… Well, I bet Lucius is proud! Is he?" "Father is quite proud. I myself would think otherwise…" Draco said, looking down.
"Ahhh yes, that's RIGHT! You gotta kill of dumblesnorts! That oughta be easy enough for you. Sheesh! Voldemort is going easy on you!" "Stop it." Draco demanded. "Oho~ Did I anger the Malfoy? Oh! Pity me! Should I tell daddy-o that you feel sad and scared about your first task? WAIT WAIT! You got Severus to help you! Thaaaat's right!" "BELLATRIX. I've had enough of your hogwash." Draco said, trying to shoo the fire away. "It isn't that easy, Malfoy. Maybe you should team up with Trix! She could toootally help you!" "Like you already said before I could catch onto the topic, Professor Snape is assisting me." "PROFESSOR?!" She let out a howl and burst into laughter.
"Ahh, good one, kid! You don't hafta go outta your way to call 'im Professor." "I most certainly do, now vanish." Draco commanded, taking out his wand and pointing it at the fire. The face of Bellatrix began to back away slowly. "Whoa there! Careful with that thin-" She began, never finishing her sentence because Draco had already put out its flame. He rolled down his shirt sleeve and sat up against the couch, dozing off. He didn't want to think about the day when he would have to murder Professor Dumbledore. He put his wand back in his pocket and undid his tie, his head now leaning against a pillow. There was a soft hiss, and Draco was gone.