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Who said Malfoy was caring? Because, he seriously wants to kill them...
Ginny Weasley smiled slightly at her brothers antics but kept at work, until the need to use the Loo presented itself and she got up and opened the door, the Weasley, instead of letting her self out had let two other people in. They were portly gentlemen, beefy and screamed of high society, they both held an enormous stack of papers in each hand.
"Professor Snape?" The first gentleman questioned, looking very uncomfortable in being there.
"Professor Snape has been deceased for some time now, he died ridding us of the Dark Lord." Malfoy said, Ginny frowned, this was possibly the most pleasant way she had ever heard Malfoy speak to another human being.
"Ah well, we have no doubt that if you are his succsessor that you will get the job done just as well as he would." The second gentleman said, smiling which seemed odd on his rather neandrathal looking face.
"At this festive season of the year,it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the Poor and Destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries; hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir."
"And why on earth should that bother me?"
"Because of the situation they are in..."
"Are there no jobs for the poor? There certainly must be, I even noticed three ads in the Prophet for jobs."
"Ah, but some of the Poor are embarassed of their situation." The second gentleman said, his voice slightly trembling.
"So, with all of the recent knowledge, am I to guess you don't need me to make a potion for you?" Malfoy said, eyes slowly becoming slits.
"You are correct, sir." The two men said in unison.
"Then what the bloody hell are you doing here then?" Ginny winced, and there went the pleasent tone that was acctually nice to hear for a change...Bollocks.
"Well, as you know there are many families suffering in the aftermath of the Dark Lord and still are rebuilding their lives, we, the wealthy simply want to be able to say that we have done our part, however small to help them get on with their lives. So we are collecting donations for them, so, how much should I put ypu down for?" The more good looking of the two gentlemen said, his quill poised over the paper.
"Nothing," Malfoy said simply, turning away from them.
"So," The second man said. "You wish to be anonymous then?"
"I wish to be left alone. Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I don't make merry myself at Christmas and I can't stand to make idiotic people merry. For if people do want my support, then they should find themselves an acctual job, or go to Gingotts and get a loan." Malfoy said, his shoulders tensing, but still he did not turn around.
"Many would rather die than admit they are poor."
"Well, if they would rather die, they had better do it, and let the real hardworking people live, because, like natural selection, I believe that they will be weeded out in years to come. They might as well save us the trouble of doing it later and do it now." Malfoy replied, his long fingers twitching at his side.
"Surely you can't think that!"
"You, my dear lunatic, do not hold the brain capacity to handle Occlumency, even though I highly doubt you even know what that is. I do think that, and surely you don't which is why we are at an impass, you wont leave until I give you something and I sure as hell wont give you anything... But I will curse you with a particular nasty body bind, and then have my Apprentice draag you out and set you atop the Christmas tree in the Great Hall, how does that sound?"
The two gentlemen turned and walked away with out a cursory glance behind them...Wankers.
I know it was really short but I have to get ready for Christmas...YAY!