Draco-Untitled
I wrote this last night, after watching the movie Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince. I really like Draco Malfoy in this story, he seems so vulnerable. So I decide to write something about him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
"Fine!" I'm sorry! I made a mistake, alright?" Draco Malfoy rushed alongside Snape, his face filled with anger. I wasn't planning on attacking those Mudbloods, they just suddenly appeared-"
"And did that give you enough reason to attack them?" Snape interrupted, his black eyes glinting dangerously. "I'm telling you Draco, that you face a month's worth of detention! You should be grateful of that, as Professor McGonagall had suggested that you do three months, seeing as the students you attacked belong to her House."
"They started it!" shouted Draco. "I was by the lake, minding my own business, and these Mudblood girls came and started questioning me-"
"And what did they question you about?" Snape inquired, stopping in his tracks so as to look at Draco properly. Draco for some reason avoided his eyes. "They asked if I was Draco Malfoy," he muttered.
Silence. "That's it?" said Snape coolly. "You attacked them because they asked about your identity?"
"Yeah, I did." Malfoy looked up, his face anguished. "I knew what they're on about. It was my father, wasn't it? Imprisoned in Azkaban." He gave a bitter laugh.
There was another pause. They were standing outside the Great Hall. Draco could hear the chatters and clinking of silverwares from within. He tried to control his temper – Snape was his teacher after all.
"Very well," Snape finally said. "I understand that your father's imprisonment has upset you-"
"You don't understand a thing," Draco said viciously. Snape merely looked at him. "in that case, I suggest you join your friends at dinner now. I expect you to be at my office at nine, tonight, for your first detention. Good day." And Snape walked away, his black robes billowing behind him as always.
Draco sighed harshly. Stupid git, he thought angrily, though he wasn't sure if it was meant for Snape or the Mudbloods or his father, or himself. He was angry with everyone lately. He thought again of the girls who had come to see him by the lake, earlier in the evening. There were three of them - two Mudbloods and a half-blood. They had all seemed reckless, boldly asking if he was Malfoy. He'd hexed the Mudbloods. The half-blood had tried to put up a fight, but her friends' injuries forced her to rush them to the hospital wing.
With another sigh, Draco straightened his robes, pushed back a lock of white-blond hair from his forehead, and headed back to Slytherin's common room.