Swaying, twirling, dancing…
Draco's mind was fixed on keeping his posture perfect and dress spotless while he danced with different ladies in the Great Hall. His parents had come to the Yule Ball as guests from the ministry. He didn't want to anger his father more when the pathetic cheater, Harry Potter, had yet again beaten him by becoming a champion in the Tri-wizard Tournament.
He changed another partner and a blue robed beauty landed in his arms. His smile at the lady faded when he realized he was dancing with the ugly, know-it-all mudblood. Disgusted with touching her, he had to keep up the dance so as not to break the rhythm. His eyes roamed all over her flawless face taking in every detail hungrily, while his hands touching her grew uncomfortably sweaty with the feel of her skin against his own. His face formed a sneer mocking the red tinge forming on her cheeks while his heart ached to cup those cheeks, lean into her and…
His dance partner changed. Pansy swayed a bit and came uncomfortably close for a formal dance.
"Come. I'm tired." he said in a neutral tone and left the dance floor, not wanting to make a fool of himself in the Great Hall with Pansy.
"But Drakie, we had just two dances together." She whined.
He ignored the comment and sat down with two glasses of butterbeer offering her one.
He couldn't sleep that night, thinking of the innocence, the beauty, and the chocolate depths of her eyes. His mind wandered off to his father scrutinizing eyes and anger filled him. She was a mudblood, a dirty mudblood. Why did she have to be so breathtakingly beautiful? It was because of her that couldn't be the top of his year. Why did she have to be so pure that his body wanted to hold her and shield her from the eyes of his father? It was all her fault. She was trying to turn him against his family. She was trying to change him to, what she considered good through those wide chocolate eyes. Yes, that's what she was doing. It was a conspiracy‼
'I hate her. Hate her with all my being. And I won't change. I'm perfect. I'm a Malfoy.'
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Everybody was crying. The Hufflepuff had got himself killed in the Maze. Draco was glad he wasn't one of the champions now. Facing the Dark Lord's wrath was horrifying, even if he did admire him. He watched Potter crying; holding Diggory's body like his life depended on it. Death wasn't fun as his father seemed to think. Those lifeless eyes were wide open in shock, the terror of whatever he had seen before death was evident in them. Draco faced away in fear and disgust, searching for the only thing that could provide him comfort. He found Granger watching Potter, silent tears of loss trickling down her face. He watched her lean on Weasley trying to find comfort much like he, himself sought. She was safe; she had friends to comfort her. A fire of anger burst through him that he couldn't do that to her, he wasn't her friend.
'Pathetic mudblood and sick blood-traitor together. So predictable.'
He went to his dormitory, hating her with everything he had.
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"That's right, that's right, girl!" Said Umbridge, seizing Granger by the shoulders, thrusting her into the abandoned chintz chair and leaning over her. "Now then . . . with whom was Potter communicating just now?"
"Well," Granger stammered, "well, he was trying to speak to Professor Dumbledore. . . ."
He watched as she tricked Umbridge into getting out of the office. He knew she was lying. It was clear in her stammer but he could not understand why she would want to take Umbridge out.
When Potter and his gang escaped, it was another failure. He was filled with rage that it was always Potter who won, that it was Potter she helped, the brain of the three best-buds. Why was she so intelligent? Why could she always trick him when he knew he was superior to her?
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"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" Granger answered correctly as usual.
"Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?" Slughorn seemed impressed, Draco sneered.
"And the steam rising in characteristic spirals," Granger said enthusiastically, "and it 's supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and —"
Slughorn launched into a discussion of obsessive love and its dangers which made Draco smirk. After a while he felt himself feel happy. Happy? Malfoys don't feel happy. It was that stupid potion. His senses filled with a strange sweet smell and all he wanted to do was move towards Granger. Slughorn then shut the lid and his mind cleared. He was shocked. There must be something wrong in the potion, he was NOT attracted towards the mudblood. He was starting to get seriously pissed off when the word "Liquid Luck" caught his attention. His eyes opened wide. He needed that. Luck! He could complete the Dark Lord's task with that potion…
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