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A/N: It's my second story on this site, the beginning will be a bit boring but hopefully it will become more interesting. Justa not that I designed the plot about a month HBP came out and decided to suddenly write it now. So HBP will have no influence. If this chapter is long believe methey will get shorter but then hopefully the updates will be more frequent. With nothing else to say, all I can say is, enjoy!
Embracing thy Enemy
By Deeh
Chapter 1: International Wizarding Schools DecathlonThe regal man kneeled respectfully on the cold floor of the dark chamber. He dared not look up towards his powerful master. "It is accomplished my Lord." He said towards the floor. "My son is almost of age, he is near ready to embrace his destiny." He said again.
"You have done well my faithful Lucius, you have done well." His master hissed icily. A sinister smile spread across his master's cold features. Lucius nodded lowly in gratitude towards his master's patience. "Be sure your son is ready when the time arrives."
Lucius nodded. "He is more than willing to preform this task my Lord, I shall assure to it that he shall not fail you my Lord." Lucius kept his head low and placed his right hand over his heart. "It is an honour that it shall be my son to be the second, sixth heir."
"Yes it is an honour to partake in such a glorious moment in history." His master nodded thoughtfully. "Present to me the blood." He commanded. Lucius quickly obeyed him. He plunged his hand in his pocket and retrieved for his master a crystal vial, which contained centuries old blood. It was blood that had belonged to his ancestor Drake of five generations past. The blood was kept warm and fresh by ancient magic, so the liquid in the vial retained its vibrant crimson brilliance.
"Ah the blood of the sixth heir, the initial key in our important task." Said his master as he examined the vial closely. He brought the vial up to his eye level, his ruby eyes blazed with pleasure making them seem as if they were glowing brightly in the heavily shadowed room. He swirled the red liquid in the vial. "Finally… the time has come for it is I who shall unlock the jaws of Hell."
His eyes flicked open. Like a light suddenly switched on he awoke in the darkness of night from the same occurring dream. He sat up in a dazed fatigued state. His warm silk sheets slid off his toned muscular body with ease as he sat up in his bed and attempted to recall the events in his repeated dream. The dream…it felt so…real. "Perhaps it was a memory?" He asked himself. Shaking his head and ridding his mind of this 'dream nonsense.' He slowly got out of bed and grimaced at his snoring peers. Immediately sensing the cold he grabbed his robe and covered his exposed body. He checked his gold pocket watch. It read five fifteen. He winced and decided to take a shower realising that once he was a wake there was no chance he would ever be able to fall back asleep. "Another day in the horrid mundane," he thought to himself sourly. After enjoying a relaxing hot shower he quickly got dressed and opened his trunk, perhaps now would be the perfect opportunity to finish homework. He took out a few sheets of parchment; a quill and some ink and headed towards the common room.
An hour of studying passed and slowly one by one his peers began to wake. By this time he had finished all his studying and was waiting tediously for something or someone to catch his interest. He yawned, he couldn't believe that the day hadn't even begun and his mind was already worn out. A few of his fellow housemates woke and greeted him respectfully. Being rich, powerful, resourceful and the heir to an entire fortune sometimes did grant its perks. He nodded his head and acknowledged each of them gracefully. A familiar face came to greet him.
Finally…
"Blaise, god finally you're awake I thought I was going to die of boredom." He said as he stood up to greet his friend.
"How long have you been awake Draco?" Asked a surprised Blaise.
"Far too long, the snoring of those idiots Crabbe and Goyle woke me." Said Draco irritably. Blaise laughed at his misfortune. Draco rolled his eyes and walked away grumpily. He was not a morning person. "Come on let's get down to breakfast before Crabbe and Goyle arrive and consume everything." The two boys walked out of the Slytherin common room and made their way to breakfast.
As Draco sat down for breakfast he realised the golden trio had walked in, the scowl that already inhabited his face deepened. They were smiling and chatting animatedly to another. This angered Draco, their consistent happiness and unity was absolutely annoying. Even a glance at their smiling faces annoyed him. Everything about them annoyed him. But mostly she annoyed him. "Filthy mudblood." He muttered. Potter was somewhat half-decent - though the way he acted like a modest saint was infuriating. Weasley at least was pureblood - though his vulgarity and rash actions, not to mention his lack of wealth and the fact that he was a total blood traitor was enough to drive anyone up the wall. But her, She had not one decent aspect within her. She was an insufferable know-it-all who never ceased to flaunt it wherever she went, she had bushy hair, a stubborn imperturbable attitude, a diligent demeanour but worst of all she was a mudblood and she was proud of it.
"Urgh she's so disgusting." Said Draco glaring at her while pouring syrup on his warm pancakes.
"Hey just think there's only one more year before we're finally rid of her." Said Blaise positively, slicing his pancakes into bite-sized pieces.
"There's a plus side to that?" Asked Draco quite cynically.
"Yes, there's only one more year left." Said Blaise as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Only? Only?" Cried Draco. "Good god what has gotten into you? I couldn't stand them for the next ten seconds let alone a year!" He was in a very foul mood indeed. He often never complained this much. It was that damn dream it felt so real. So real that he almost thought it a memory...Why the hell does that dream bother me so? He asked himself.
Blaise sighed in defeat and continued eating his breakfast. "Listen if the sight of them bothers you so much then just don't look at them." Blaise said as a flock of owls came soaring through delivering mail to its recipients.
Ignoring the owls Draco scowled. "How can I not when they're sitting right in front of me? Plus their proud Gryffindor vibes are affecting my concentration." Draco sighed. He found it almost a scandalous insult that people with such saintly benevolent personalities existed. No he wasn't jealous of them, he'd kill himself before he ever envied the golden trio, he was just angry for no absolute reason. He watched her as she stood up from her seat at the table and confront two first-years, deduct points then return to her seat proudly as the shiny Head Girl badge gleamed on her chest. The knowledge that she was Head Girl did not help Draco's mood, in fact it seemed to have worsened it. Though it came as to no surprise that the mudblood had received the honourable place as Head Girl, it still pissed him off whenever that little fact was brought up. He had been a very fitting candidate for the position of Head Boy along with Potter and the Weasel and some few others. But because old Albus Dumbledore had no intention to cause any rivalry or jealousy between the best friends he chose neither. And yet! With the two best candidates cleared from competition some pompous bastard from Ravenclaw had swiped the renowned position from underneath his nose! Why? He neither had the motivation nor patience to find out why; he spent more of his energy being outraged. Then just as he had expected he received a letter from his dear father reminding him of how thoroughly disappointed he was, and how Draco didn't work hard enough to deserve the highly coveted spot.
"This is going to be such an enjoyable year." He grumbled miserably to himself. "So en-freaking-joyable."
In the background Blaise just shook his head and chuckled at his friend's bitterness. "His mood will shift soon." He murmured. Draco poured strong black coffee into his mug. He drank fervently enjoying the warmth. He loved his coffee strong and black. Blaise was right as soon as Draco had his caffeine wake up call his sour mood had vanished.
Hermione Granger skipped down to breakfast merrily. Her seemingly wonderful year had just begun. Being named Head Girl had been her dream ever since she first entered Hogwarts. She entered the Hall accompanied by her two best friends. They were currently in conversation about their Transfiguration homework, which surprisingly they had not been issued much of. Harry and Ron had been rapturously overjoyed upon hearing it. Less homework and more time for Quidditch they would chant. Hermione often disapproved of their lack of enthusiasm towards their studies but decided to be content as long as they were happy, and they were.
As she sat down she felt a cold glare on herself. She knew exactly who had been sending her such a hateful gaze and decided to pay no attention to the arrogant snob. She smiled at the day ahead of her she had a positive outlook on life and didn't let a negative look from her mortal enemy ruin her morning.
"Pass the coffee Ron, please." She asked indicating to the steaming silver jug next to his hand. He picked up the jug and handed it to her, she gracefully thanked him in return.
"Any milk or cream with that?" He asked.
"Ron please, you've eaten breakfast with me for over six years. You of all people should know that I like my coffee black." She stated matter-of-factly whilst pouring the steaming black liquid into her mug. She poured syrup onto her pancakes and began to eat. Then a flock of owls came flying through dropping packages and mail to the students. Just as usual a tawny barn owl came soaring through and dropped the daily prophet above her head. Anticipating this she caught the newspaper before it had a chance to give her a headache. Scanning the pages briefly for anything interesting, a series of shouts interrupted her. Sensing an argument between first years she got up from her seat and obligated by responsibility she confronted them.
"Excuse me? What is going on here?" She asked sternly, portraying a McGonagall-like appearance. The two students ceased their boisterous bickering and looked up to her looking slightly guilty for their loud disruption.
"Nothing." One of them mumbled begrudgingly.
"Well I can't have any arguing at breakfast, five points from Gryffindor." She said brusquely. She whipped around and proudly returned to her seat. The feeling and sense of authority almost somewhat thrilled her.
"So Hermione…" Asked Harry while swallowing his scrambled eggs. "What lessons do we have for today?" He looked at her expectantly waiting for an answer. Hermione recalled her memory then listed the subjects for him. "I can't believe we have double potions with the Slytherins first!" Harry grumbled. "What a way to start the day."
"Look at it as if you're getting it over and done with. You wouldn't want to spend the whole day dreading the afternoon would you?" She was beginning to sound over optimistic.
"Well someone's obviously in a good mood." Said Harry.
"Jeez Hermione, you're beginning to sound like my mother." Groaned Ron disdainfully.
"I'm just in high spirits that's all." Hermione said trying to justify herself. "Just because I feel a tad bit happier than usual does not mean the whole world is coming to an end, honestly." Harry and Ron gave each other the same look and rolled their eyes. Knowing exactly what the two boys were doing Hermione felt exasperation. "Oh come on! Be a little happy will you? I mean even Malfoy can have a more optimistic attitude and I've never seen him truly smile once!"
"When did this whole subject turn to Malfoy?" Asked Ron raising a confused eyebrow.
"Look I'm just saying -"
"That's enough coffee for you." Harry swiped the mug away from Hermione's plate and placed on his side of the table.
"- Hey! Harry!" Hermione stood up and tried to grab her mug back from Harry, but he held it far away. Ron was in the background laughing his head off, Hermione shot him a glare and he immediately shut up. After a few minutes Harry resigned and returned Hermione's coffee back to its owner. Accepting her mug she sat back down looking very disgruntled.
"It was just a joke Hermione." Harry chuckled.
"Yeah it was just a joke." Said Ron chuckling after him.
"I don't seem to be laughing." She mumbled under her breath. Their efforts to deprive her of her pleasant mood seemed to have succeeded. Pouring herself another cup of coffee she glanced upwards to the Slytherin table. Why did she bring up Malfoy? "Perhaps it was because he was glaring at me so venomously earlier, yeah that was it." She thought aloud, mumbling to herself.
Potions indeed turned out to be a torturous bore. As it turned out, Professor Snape had been drilling them with a series of complex questions, ones that only Hermione and some few choice Slytherins bothered to answer. He redundantly stressed about the importance of their NEWTS and how he personally would deal with anyone who would disgrace him and receive a below passing mark. (Neville Longbottom paled instantly at this piece of information). He also elucidated the reason behind this drill was that the theory segment of the potions exam was just as important as the practical.
"Now tell me what is the antidote for the Swelling Solution?" Snape asked icily glaring at them all. Instantly Hermione raised her hand. Snape rolled his eyes and surveyed the class. "Anyone other than Miss Granger who is the only one who has bothered to answer the last three questions." He drawled as he gave the class one last once-over, giving up he asked: "Miss Granger?"
"Deflating Draught." She said promptly. Snape said nothing to criticize. Draco sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. He thought this entire lesson an absolute waste of time. He rolled his eyes every time Hermione instantly raised her hand, he did know all the correct answers to the questions but he thought: why should I have to work when the mudblood is obviously keen on doing the work for me?
"Bloody know-it-all." He mumbled.
"What are the ingredients for a Boil-Cure Potion?" Snape asked walking up and down the aisles of desks. Again as predicted Hermione had raised her hand. "Miss Granger?" Snape exasperated, annoyed at the class' overall lack of enthusiasm.
"Dried nettles, stewed horn slugs, porcupine quills and crushed snake fangs."
"And please tell me, when must the porcupine quills be added?" He asked her. Hermione paused for a moment. A few seconds passed. Then a few more, in Hermione's silence some students looked up in utter perplexity. Goodness she didn't know the answer! Draco sneered. They learnt this potion in their first year! Oh this is priceless, Draco thought. He watched her almost cower under the silent pressure. Then he decided to rescue her just to witness her expression when he outsmarted her. Snape glared at her waiting impatiently for an answer.
"The porcupine quills should be added after the cauldron has been taken off the fire, sir." Drawled Draco almost lazily. "If not then the potion produces mass clouds of acid green smoke and melts your cauldron and may I add, if I correctly recall, as Longbottom had found out the hard way." He chuckled, some Slytherins laughed along with him. Hermione looked at him incredulously, he smirked back at her. His arrogance maddened her. Seeing her red face gave him the sudden urge to burst out laughing an urge, which he quite reluctantly suppressed.
"Excellent Mr. Malfoy at least someone in this class displays a shred of intelligence. Ten points to Slytherin" Said Snape loudly looking over all of them. Hermione reddened deeply. Draco sat back in his chair smugly enjoying her hate-filled glare.
"Bloody Malfoy, how dare he outsmart and victimize me. How dare he make me look like blundering fool!" Hermione muttered vehemently an hour later after potions class had ended. Just then Malfoy strutted towards her.
"Better watch your back Granger I can't always be there to save you." He smirked.
"It was one answer that's all, nothing for you to boast about Malfoy." She spat.
"You're one to talk about boasting Granger why look how eagerly you answer a question? Raising your hand with utter enthusiasm flaunting your knowledge around as if you feel better -"
"At least when I boast I don't result to charlatanism and fraudulence!" She countered.
"I am far from a fraud Granger. When I talk the talk I sure as hell can walk the walk! I'm no Lockhart Granger, Lockhart the very definition of a charlatan and a fraud. To think half the female population including you aspired to him." He said smugly crossing his arms. He exercised extra emphasis on the words 'including you' to create the full impact of his words.
"See you Harry, Ron I have no time to listen to this bull, I have a Arithmancy class to attend." She turned on her heel and briskly walked away. Malfoy, smirking followed. Hearing his footsteps she called out. "Why the hell are you following me Malfoy?"
"It seems like along with that porcupine quill answer you have forgotten the fact that I too attend the same Arithmancy class." He said calmly. Hermione mentally slapped herself. How could I have forgotten?
"Well then choose different route and leave me be." She said walking a few paces faster. She shifted the weight of her book bag on her back to accommodate the extra speed.
"What gives you the slightest idea that I have any desire to obey you?" He said taking larger strides to keep up with her unusually fast pace.
"Perhaps the fact that you hate me and I hate you, would give me some idea as to why you would want to stay clear of me." She said quickly trying to get as far away from him as possible.
"Yes, there is that but perhaps you haven't considered that I know that you can't stand my presence, and that by antagonizing you I find it highly amusing." He said smoothly. She flinched, her anger growing at a rapid pace.
"You. Are. The. Devil." She spat out, making a sharp turn and heading down another corridor. He followed her, relishing in the fact that he had this type of effect on her.
"Oh why thank you. " He said smiling. "Devilishly handsome you mean." He added whilst casting a sideways glance to witness her reaction. Just as he had hoped Hermione grinded her teeth together in order to quell her anger and frustration.
"Your conceited insolence is staggering, Malfoy." She said through gritted teeth. She rounded the last corner before she reached the classroom. Picking up the pace she had never been so eager to get to class. "Why do you waste so much time and effort antagonizing me anyway?"
"I don't need to exert any effort, it comes natural you see -"
Ignoring his comment she continued. "Shouldn't you be vindictively scheming with your father and your cult on how to rid the world of muggle-borns? Shouldn't you be preparing for your Death Eater initiation or something?" She said quickly, not really meaning anything by it. But her words seemed to have struck a chord. Instantly he grabbed her arm, very tightly.
"Do not insinuate within matters you have no idea about." His voice fell to a dangerously low level. It actually began to scare her. "So shut up Granger." He violently released her causing her to almost fall backwards. Upon righting herself he pushed passed her and entered the classroom.
She glared angrily at his point of entry. "Insufferable git." She muttered, forcefully opening the door. Throughout the entire duration of the class Hermione remained silently fuming in her seat. Every tiny movement, whisper or answer she saw and heard from Draco Malfoy ticked her off, bad. It was just everything about him sparked anger within her. She sat there with her arms crossed over her chest glaring daggers at him. "Pompous git thinks he can get the best of me. Lording over the school as if he owns it strutting around like some egotistical self-deluded prat. He is such an insufferable arse, malicious evil, and conniving overly proud arse. No one makes me look like a fool, especially not him." Her insults came more like a vehement hiss, loud enough that you would almost think that there was a snake in the classroom. She could not even fully concentrate on class and that infuriated her more than anything else. For one of the most rare occasions in her life she did not commit a thousand percent towards her studies and she hated that feeling, but most of all she hated Malfoy – with an extreme passion too. She hated everything about him. He harboured not one positive aspect within him. He was rich, powerful, popular and respected. He abused that power and respect constantly and he had an ego that would definitely be incongruous to humility. She doubted he knew the definition of the very word. He was arrogant and conceited, not to mention a pompous spoiled brat. He constantly was the centre of attention and ninety percent of the rumours were mainly focused on him, every week cavorting with a different girl. He was the Hogwarts celebrity and he loved to bask in the attention. He took pride and pleasure in degrading people like her - muggleborns or 'mudbloods' as he would call them. "Bloody chauvinist bastard. Stupid bigot." She muttered. He was the sole heir to an evil and prejudiced family closely affiliated with You-Know-Who. He was only endeavouring a highway to destruction. She spared a hateful glance, he wore such a condescending smile, though usually he kept his face emotionless and stoic never showing much emotion or what was hidden beneath his dark exterior. Except of course when he had the special opportunity to provoke her and her company. After all he was an opportunist. He was a boy. The world was his playground. He was just a boy.
The bell rang, disrupting her sidetracked thoughts. Thankfully.
She packed her things and stuffed them into her book bag. When exiting the classroom she gave a glance. He was associating with a different girl this week. She rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"Arse."
She walked silently through the halls making her way to Transfiguration, which thankfully didn't include a certain Slytherin. Hoping to meet up with her friends she scanned the hall. Up ahead she spotted the unmistakeable flaming red hair and the raven head beside it.
"Harry! Ron!" She called towards to them. They turned around and greeted her.
"There you are Hermione!" Said Harry smiling warmly.
"We were looking for you" Said Ron.
"Let's head off to Transfiguration now shall we?" She asked them, linking arms with them both finally relieved that she was free from the presence of that insufferable git Malfoy.
"So how was Arithmancy Hermione?" Asked Ron. Hermione grimaced at the memory.
"Fine just fine, Divination?" She asked.
"Oh well as usual I will die a terrible, terrible death." Said Harry normally. The prediction of a gruesome death in Harry's case wasn't anything out of the ordinary for them since the third year.
"Well," Said Ron clearing his throat loudly gathering the attention, "According to my most recent dream a killer ballet shoe will attempt to murder me in the near future." Said Ron grinning madly. Hermione looked at him incredulously for a few moments then burst out laughing. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes she was left gasping for breath.
"Killer – ballet – slipper – complete - rubbish!" She gasped through pearls of laughter. Harry and Ron looked at each other, as they feared for Hermione's sanity.
"Yeah you're right Harry." Said Ron whilst nodding, "She does drink too much coffee." Hermione ceased her laughter and gave them both a withering look.
It was eight o'clock Hermione rushed towards the Headmaster's office. Earlier that day she had received a letter from Professor McGonagall stating that her presence was requested at eight o'clock that night. Presuming it was Head Girl business she hurried towards the office. Naming the ridiculously childish password to the Gargoyle she stepped inside. She opened the door.
"Hello Professor I – what the hell are you doing here?" She asked rudely once she saw Draco Malfoy sitting looking as bored as ever in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"Ah Miss Granger how nice of you to be punctual." Said a smiling Dumbledore his bright blue eyes had that special twinkle. One that indicated he had something hidden up his sleeve.
"Why hello Professor." Said Hermione as politely as she could, forcing a smile.
"Please do sit Miss Granger, there is a chair right here next to Malfoy." Said Dumbledore indicating to a seat in front of his desk. Hermione almost made a face that would of displayed her exact feeling towards sitting beside her mortal enemy but decided to smile politely instead.
"Why thank you Professor." She made her way to the conjured squishy chair and sat down on the edge, as far away from him as possible. Malfoy didn't seem too bothered by her position in her seat.
"With all due respect Headmaster but what exactly is the point of this…meeting?" Asked Malfoy finally speaking up, that same stoic expression plastered on his handsome visage.
"Ah, yes." Said Dumbledore clasping his hands together warmly. "It seems that this year I have been informed that there will be an International Wizarding Schools Decathlon." Hermione leaned in closer while Malfoy raised an interested eyebrow. "Yes, it is exactly like a normal Decathlon only, the only difference is that it is based on Academic studies. The ten subjects that are to be focused on this decathlon are: Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies and Herbology."
Hermione was drinking this all in her eyes were as round as galleons.
"Now Hogwarts is included in this wondrous event so I have asked of the Professors to nominate the top student in their class. In normal occasions a maximum of ten students from every school compete in this event though these are not normal circumstances. Almost every Professor of the required field had nominated Miss Granger as their top student," Hermione beamed with pride and joy at this, but her feelings evaporated when Dumbledore spoke again, "Save professor Snape who has nominated you Mr. Malfoy as his top student." Malfoy smirked in her direction.
Biased git, Hermione thought sourly. "Professor, when is this Decathlon going to take place?" Hermione asked. She always needed to know, for her schedule.
"I'm glad you asked that Miss Granger, This decathlon will take place in two months time here at Hogwarts. This date is a few months apart from your NEWTS to give you ample study and revision time. Now to prepare yourselves you both will meet in the Library at eight every second night to study for two hours or longer, any missed study sessions are your responsibility." Hermione and Malfoy were left dumbfounded. When recovering from their initial shock they cried out.
"What!"
"Excuse me?"
"Work with him!"
"Work with her!"
They were both already out of their seats practically screaming at their Headmaster. When realising this they calmed and returned to their seats. Dumbledore looked far from offended, instead he looked on the verge of laughing. He smiled sweetly at the two. "Please Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy I do hope you both get along or at least make an attempt or effort to desist quarrelling. I'm quite sure you two are both mature enough to handle this situation calmly and smooth any bumps in the road."
Hermione pursed her lips and nodded curtly. Malfoy seemed quite annoyed then did the same his face returning to its usual void expression.
"Well then I am quite pleased and proud at the both of you. I am trying to exercise inter-house unity between the students, please do encourage my efforts by setting a positive example. You are dismissed." Dumbledore smiled as they got up and walked towards the door. They walked silently side-by-side not even sparing a glance.
I can't believe I'm doing this, Draco thought wearily to himself. With a forced courtesy (just to keep up appearances) he hurried first and opened the door for her. "After you Granger." He said through gritted teeth. He dare not mention the term 'mudblood' in front of his Headmaster. She looked baffled at first but then walked through the open door glaring at him suspiciously. Once through he followed after her and closed the door. As they were walking Hermione spoke up. "Don't think that chivalry and courtesy will earn you points Malfoy."
He scoffed. "Don't bet on it mudblood, you're not that special." Without so much as a word or goodbye he turned down a dark corridor and left. She continued walking and thought of the upcoming events.
"I would be overjoyed if Malfoy didn't have to compete with me." She sighed. I concentrate a lot better if he wasn't in the room. I can't believe I am obliged to cooperate with that insufferable git, god I'm going to have to tolerate a lot of bull especially coming from that mouth of his. She thought as she walked back to her Head dorm. "I'm sorry Dumbledore but it's an asinine thought to think that there's a snowball's chance in hell that we could cooperate productively." She muttered upon reaching her destination. She said the password to the portrait and stepped inside. "Though it is worth a try." She sighed.
Draco Malfoy walked quietly through the hallowed Hogwarts halls and down flights of stairs towards the dungeons. He ran down the stairs the flames flickering making seem to appear as if his shadow danced across the stonewalls. It may have looked like an eerie scene but for him it was the perfect time to think. "He really has gone senile." Draco muttered under his breath as he thought of Dumbledore. "Expecting me to work with that mudblood, his mind is lost." I can't believe I must work with her. To cooperate with a Gryffindor, and the worst of them all! Her filthy mudblood aura will affect my concentration. How can Snape condone such an error? Draco thought scathingly as he hurried down steps. "Filthy little mudblood." He muttered. Then he sensed a presence.
"Talking to yourself are we?" Said a familiar male voice from the shadows. Draco stopped and looked into the darkness that concealed the source of sound.
"Hello Blaise." He said without even pausing to verify the student behind the voice.
"So you knew it was I." Said Blaise finally stepping out of the shadows.
"Of course I knew it was you. It's my job to know." Said Draco not bothering to hide the arrogance displayed in his voice.
"Ah yes Draco Malfoy, trained all his life to be just like his father, A Death Eater. Knew all dark curses and counters by the age of seven. Has been taught dark history and has been practised to tune his senses for any trickery, now all he needs to do is to practise the art of Legilimency and he could practically overthrow the Dark Lord himself."
All of what Blaise had said had been somewhat true but the only thing was, was that, that was a very dark past. He no longer had any desire to be a Death Eater. He was too proud and ambitious. "What do you want Blaise?"
"Can't a friend walk his friend back down to the dungeons?" Asked Blaise innocently.
"Not if that friend is you." Said Draco bluntly. He started forward until Blaise caught up and they both continued to walk back down to the dungeons.
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