Dumpling
I get what I want because my name's Draco Malfoy. I have many possessions, but none are more enjoyable than my five most useful…
Turns out Granger has a good right hook. I would know, she fractured my jawbone in third year. I couldn't believe it at first when she dared lash out. Nobody had ever punched me.
But then again, I'd provoked her.
She doesn't seem like the type to get aggressive, Ronald Weasley, alias Carrot-Top's always been the hot head of the Golden Trio. But I guess I was the straw that broke the hypothetical Unicorn's back.
She infuriates me. There, I said it: Hermione Jean Granger infuriates me. In fact, she makes my blood boil more violently than Professor Snape's most potent potion.
She's always ahead of me in school - she's my biggest competition. I don't like people being better than me, because, clearly I'm the best at everything. Or I was until she showed up.
She fascinates me and disgusts me. She's just a filthy mudblood. But I need her. Or rather, what she has to offer me.
Monday's our day. Potter and the Weasel are at Extra Potions. They'll never know what their friend's been up to. Because if they did, I doubt she'd be their friend for very long. And she knows that as much as I do.
"I don't think this is a very good idea. It's too risky, Malfoy. Anybody could come walking past at any second and find us. And then there'd be a huge riot and we'd have to talk to Dumbledore. And McGonagall would be ever so disappointed and Snape would just about stick me in a cauldron and kill me. You know exactly how much that guy creeps me out!" Dumpling took a long breath, before continuing with her vigorous speech, " But Snape wouldn't even get a chance to kill me because the whole of Gryffindor House would have already slaughtered me; Harry would never talk to me again and Ron would probably go jump off the top of the Astronomy Tower!"
I silently wondered why that would be such a bad thing.
"And even if Dumbledore would be able to keep me alive I'd still have to transfer schools or something and I just couldn't bear leaving Hogwarts!"
I listened patiently as she did her weekly rant, I was used to it by now. She just kept on repeating the same old things over and over again, like some sort of broken gramophone that everyone's too attached to to throw out.
It was a bit annoying actually.
I pushed off from the wall I was leaning against, because I knew she was nearly finished giving out, and placed my hand on her surprisingly tiny waist.
"Relax Dumpling. Trust me." I had to smirk at that. Nobody in their right mind should trust me of all people. And she of all people should know that. So, I was a bit surprised when I felt her muscles relax against my touch. Was she actually trusting me? Her? Merlin, she was supposed to be the brightest witch of our age, and there she goes and decides to trust me! What was the world coming to? Maybe I should be on the look-out for snow in August and flying pigs.
She grinned sheepishly up at me. "I am a bit paranoid, aren't I?"
Yes, yes she was. But I couldn't tell her that. I still needed her. And it would be slightly inconvenient if I had to keep her here by force. Not that it would be particularly hard of course, seeing as she was just a mere mudblood, a possession, and I was the pureblood Slytherin Prince and Captain of the Quidditch Team.
I wrapped my arm around the small of her back, and instantly I could feel nervous waves radiating from her. I smirked, if I can coax this kind of reaction from Dumpling then I truly have the gift. The gift of corruption.
I could have any girl in this school, but I chose her. Just because I need her, but she doesn't need know that. She should feel honoured.
Dumpling is intelligent. A brain on two legs, it kills me to admit it, but she is. And that's why I need her, that's why I decided to take her as my possession. She's smart. She knows I could destroy her whole life with one slip of my tongue. So we have a little bargain. Dumpling offers me academic glory.
If I keep my mouth shut about our weekly…escapades, she keeps her mouth shut in class and plays dumb for the whole world to see. It's hard to believe she agreed, but she did and that's all that counts. That's why she's one of my most useful possessions.
AN: You all know what I want, right? ;D
