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Chapter Three: Curiosity

Spotting Hermione Granger in the Three Broomsticks wasn't a difficult task. Not when the girl had placed the lily he'd given her in her hair, behind her ear. Of course, he and her were the only ones who could see it.

He almost smirked. She had put it there to see who would comment on it—she must have figured out that the spell allowed only the castor and the recipient to see it.

Smart.

He was incredibly tempted to strut over and compliment it, just to see the shock on her face, but he knew her friends would blow him up before he got so much as a word out. Especially after what he'd done to Potter on the train.

He hadn't really meant to lash out, but the bigot had landed his father in jail. It was because of his father's failure that he was now being forced by the Dark Lord to complete tasks he'd set. If Potter had kept his nose out of other people's business, he, Malfoy, might see it to the end of the year, at least.

As it was, he'd either get himself killed attempting this task, or the Dark Lord would finish him when, when and not if, he failed.

Defy.

It was a word he'd never have applied to himself when it came to his Master and parents. But he could feel his life's end was approaching. He'd chose to break at least some of the rules, and so decided to break the rules that mattered the most.

Defiant of being prohibited from liking a Mudblood, who happened to be a part of the Golden Trio. He congratulated himself on his plan.

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AN:

WARNING: This story is like an abstract painting; there are patterns that don't seem to make sense, and overall the painting doesn't seem to be a picture, but there is a story in the art.

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