"MALFOY!"
Draco stiffened as he recognized the enraged tone of Alyssa Potter's voice. What was she mad about now? The fact that he cursed Longbottom for practice? Forcing a sneer onto his face, he turned around and nearly flinched at the murderous expression on her face. Oh Merlin. "What do you want, Potter?"
"You hexed my friend," she hissed. Draco flinched. If looks could kill, she probably would've killed him a million times by now. Painfully.
"Your point?" he said back, struggling to keep himself from stuttering. He was NOT afraid of her, no matter what that voice in his head said.
A cruel smile twisted her lips. Draco paled (which was a remarkable feat). He had seen photos of his aunt Bellatrix and the expressions were so similar it was terrifying, especially the way her green eyes glittered with malice. He was in trouble now.
"No one asked for your opinion, Mudblood!" Draco snapped at Granger. Multiple things happened at once. The Slytherin team quickly moved to protect him from the outraged Gryffindors. The Weasel twins made to jump him. Alicia Spinnet shouted at him. Weaslette made to curse him with her broken wand. And then there was a very angry Alyssa.
Draco gulped as she barrelled her way through his teammates and stormed right up to him. Fighting back the urge to close his eyes, he watched as she drew back her fist before slamming it into his nose with a loud sickening crack.
Draco swallowed hard. He barely registered the lecture Professor McGonagall was giving him. All he realized was the deadly glare Alyssa was giving him. He was in trouble now. Never let Flint convince him into sabotaging the Girl Who Lived again. The Slytherins were definitely going to be missing their captain and seeker next game.
"Like the badges, Potter?" Draco smirked, flashing his Potter Stinks badge at Alyssa. The giggling Pansy was making gave him a burst of courage and he was going to be proud of this moment. "We had so much to say but so little room per say."
Her lip curled. "Accio Potter Stinks badges."
All that hard work turned out to be for nothing. Plus, she kept one as evidence to give to Professor McGonagall. They definitely should've tried something else. Especially after she destroyed them and used the remains as daggers. Needless to say, they all had to go to the Hospital Wing to get all their cuts healed.
"Or perhaps," sneered Draco, too overwhelmed with anger from his latest loss against the Girl Who Lived to think properly, "you don't mind the stink in that hovel because you're too busy whoring yourself around with Weasel twin #1 here and –"
He never got the chance to say the part about Alyssa's mother because Alyssa had immediately let go of Weasel twin #2 and both were running at him with unadulterated rage written all over their faces. To his horror, Weasel twin #1 had broken free of the Chasers and was also charging at him. He should've just skipped to the part about Alyssa's mother, shouldn't he?
Never mind that. Alyssa would've given him the worse of the brawl with either remark. The Weasel twins together didn't cause even half the damage.
Draco bent over the sink, sobbing heavily from pressure and stress. It wasn't just the Dark Lord who was giving him problems; it was Alyssa Potter too. She was stalking him now, and he was highly aware of it. She knew. She suspected what he was. And she was a dangerous person. He would never admit that he was afraid of her, but he knew how unstable she was. After all, she was the one who killed his aunt. Why the Ministry let her off so easily was a mystery to him even now.
"Don't," crooned the ghost Moaning Myrtle from a cubicle. "Don't…tell me what's wrong…I can help you…."
"No one can help me," he croaked, shuddering. "I can't do it…. I can't…. It won't work… and unless I do it soon… he says he'll kill me…."
With a gasp and a shudder, he looked up at the mirror and froze. Alyssa Potter was in the doorway, watching. She heard everything. No. No. No. No.
In a flash, he spun around and fired off the first spell he thought of. "Crucio!"
It hit her straight in the chest. A bloodcurdling scream erupted from her, but he didn't lift the curse. His hands shook wildly as he kept the wand trained on the girl who he always mocked but who also terrified him. He wasn't supposed to fear anyone except the Dark Lord. But he feared the Girl Who Lived.
Her screams stopped as soon as his wand fell from his loose grip. She fell to the floor, writhing from the aftershock. Quickly, he bent down to pick up his wand while Myrtle started screaming, "Torture! Torture! Torture in the bathroom!"
Please shut up, Myrtle, he begged silently. "Oblivi –"
Alyssa jumped to her feet so suddenly he nearly stumbled back. With a snarl she shrieked, "I will get you for this one day! And you will wish that you were never born! NEVER!"
Draco whimpered as she advanced on him, her green eyes flashing with rage. He closed his eyes and prayed that she would just kill him already. It was one thing to be killed by the Dark Lord. It was another thing to be killed by the Girl Who Lived. He wasn't sure which would be worst.
Nothing came. Footsteps pounded away from him. He opened his eyes. She was gone. She didn't do anything to him at all. Which was really bad actually. She was going to do something to him sooner or later, and he was going to suffer by anticipating it for who knew how long. In other words, he was in big trouble. More trouble than he ever had been in the past.
But something else was bothering him. Alyssa Potter was notorious for her Slytherin-like methods and crazy fast reflexes. Only she could have blocked or dodged his spell. So why didn't she?
AN: Reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks in advance to those who do!