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Chapter Four: Worst Night of My Life.
Last Time:
The thought of the meaning caused him to shudder deep inside; his mouth went dry and he felt frozen in the seat.
The Mudblood. Was. His. Mate.
Now:
This seemed to level out for a bit over the week and the Slytherin Prince had become rather adapt at avoiding the Gryffindor beaver. Though, he had that stupid prefect meeting to go to that night and boy he wasn't looking forward to that. There was no way that he was wanting near the Mudblood. Groaning he ran his hands through his blonde hair. This was a mess, what would his mother think if he became insane? Would she be pleased that he didn't give up his beliefs? Would she be disappointed that he couldn't put prejudice behind him? Draco really hoped it was the later, he'd rather go insane.
Of course Blaise had found it exceedingly funny; despite his hatred of all things Mudblood and Traitors. Then he had only laughed harder when Draco had threatened him to shut up. Draco shook his head lightly. Some best friend he was. As Draco looked around his room, his eyes went to the books he'd taken out from the library. The stupid old fool had made sure the Madam Price had reserved them all for him. Dumbledore might as well charm a tattoo on his forehead that said Veela. It was a strikingly obvious hint to those who knew how to look.
Needless to say, his mate was one of those infuriating bookhogs.
Regardless, the book had been an invaluable source of knowledge for him; in one of the books which had come from the Forbidden Section of the library had a potion in it. The potion calmed the Veela side of him and stopped blackouts; which meant thankfully, that he would no longer find himself kissing the Mudblood's filthy lips. As he slumped back on his bed he could hear Granger wandering about in their dorm. He always made sure he came in early or came in exceedingly late so as to not bump into her; or worst come to worst, just flying up to his window.
Draco wanted to strangle the girl. As far as these books led him to believe, he shouldn't feel like that, he should want to love and protect her at all costs. Maybe this Veela thing was broken? Maybe it meant Granger wasn't his mate but knew who was? Alright, he knew that was a Squib's dream but he had to grasp at something right? No matter how small?
Tap. Tap. Tap.
At first he thought Granger was knocking on his door and was just about to yell a nice fluent course of insults her way to get her to go away when he realised it wasn't the door. Looking at the window he spotted a midnight black owl and he groaned to himself. "Could this day get any worse?" he asked himself. Draco knew one of the first signs of madness was talking to himself; but the sight of the owl was enough to make him not care at all. There was only one owl he knew that was that colour and was that impatient; it carried the same traits as its owner.
Sighing he sat himself up on his bed and readjusted his tie before walking over to the window. Luckily the letter the owl was carrying wasn't red so he wasn't in for a howler -thank Merlin for small mercies-. Opening the window he watched the dark owl hop in and set itself on the desk and chirped angrily. Draco walked towards the vicious little creature and quickly took the letter before a sharp beak could make contact with his hand. Moving into his drawer and flinging some treats the temperamental owl's way, he watched it gobble the treats, hoot, then fly out the window once more.
Looking at the crisp white envelope, he dreaded its contents, for they could never be good. Only one person controlled that owl and could get near it, only that one person could sent a letter with that owl which arrived at his window. He sighed and threw the letter on the bed. He'd leave it for now. He had Head's duty to do. Luckily he had it with that annoying Abbott girl in Hufflepuff, so he'd be nowhere near those arrogant Gryffindorks. The past week all of them seem to think they're on a pedestal because their resident Mudblood was head Girl. They thought they were untouchable. Ha! If he took points of them, they got the Mudblood to put them back on, so he had been doing the exact same thing. It was annoying the dirty little Mudblood to no end; he was sure she had taken the hint though. In the last twenty-four hours she hadn't replaced any points he'd taken off.
He shook his head to himself lightly. Draco wanted to go lie in his bed and wake up to find that it was still the Christmas holidays and that the last couple of weeks were just a dream. Draco had no idea what he was going to do; he wasn't going to turn against everything he believed in for an ugly Gryffindor. Especially with her being friends with Potter. Merlin, what would the Dark Lord say if he knew? This was such a mess. He knew what would befall him should he tell the Dark Lord; he could feel the torture curse shooting through his veins at the mere thought of it all. It wasn't a pretty train of thought. Or if the Dark Lord was feeling particularly cruel, he'd get Draco's aunt Bellatrix to do it for him.
The silver eyed Slytherin had to shudder at that thought. No way would he ever mention anything. Sure his aunt would knew he carried the Veela gene, but he –and he'd get mother to agree- would say that the gene had skipped him. He'd rather not have a bunch of Death Eaters know that he had to choose between a Mudblood and insanity. They'd find it hilarious and kill him if he didn't choose the latter.
Grunting to himself he grabbed his jacket robes and headed out the room. Luckily Granger wasn't anywhere to be seen; the little bookworm was probably in Gryffindor tower with all the other dweebs. Good riddance. It meant he'd get peace if she was still there when he got back from his rounds. He wouldn't have to see the beaver like Mudblood until the meeting; which he was hoping wouldn't last too long.
When he got to the meeting place the Hufflepuff girl wasn't there yet. That annoyed him. If he was able to be punctual them so could she! He growled and leaned against the wall. You'd think the Veela gene inside him would make any girl want to come and be paired up with him; but noooo, it made them avoid him more than ever and the giggling? Ugh, now that was more annoying than being mated with the Mudblood. No sooner than he had thought it he was forced to take his words back.
"Evening Malfoy. Seems like we're paired together tonight unfortunately."
Draco's eye narrowed completely and he looked at the girl as if she had two heads, and to the Slytherin, it would probably be hell... twice the hideousness. "Like hell Granger. Where is the naïve little Hufflepuff?"
"You're friend pushed her down the stairs. She's in the hospital wing." He watched as Hermione sighed and placed her hands on her hips; that little habit she had when she was getting defensive over something or if she was acting like she was explaining something to a five year old.
Nevertheless he was surprised at her words and names started popping through his him to who it could be and who he'd have to dock precious house points from the fool! "Which. Friend."
"Zabini."
"I'm going to Avada his arse." Draco growled under his breath. The meddling twat! He thought Zabini was against Mudbloods! Why was he pushing them together? The prat, just wait until Draco got his hands on him. The guy would wish his mother had offed him when she offed her last husband. Draco felt like bashing his fists against the wall; he had thought Blaise was a friend and understood the horror of the situation. Placing a hand against his forehead in a frustrated gesture he looked at her. "So I'm stuck with your face tonight? Just great. I had thought today couldn't get any worse."
"Shut the hell up Malfoy. You know what? I'm sick of you."
"Ha! You think people aren't sick of you? Only three people class you as their friends, and two of them walk all over you! Weasel and Potter get you to do their homework all the time. Do you think anyone believes they could get E or even and A by themselves? You're deluded Granger. It's the only reason they even keep you around. Unless you're getting freaky with them or something." Draco's face scrunched up as he got an unwelcomed image in his head and he also felt a lick of anger curling and spitting in the pit of his stomach.
"Yeah? What about you Malfoy? The only friends you have are all children of Death Eaters and are all going to be one, just like you will end up. You think no one knows that? Merlin knows what deluded Dumbledore into giving you such an important position in the school but it is obvious he is only imagining some good in you." He watched her puff up in anger and take on that pathetic high and mighty act she took on whenever he was in an argument. How Weasel and Potter put up with it, even for the sake of homework or sexual favours was beyond him; why did he had to have such a stubborn filthy mate? Why couldn't have been someone like Greengrass or some pureblood Ravenclaw? That would have been so much better, but no Merlin hated him and this was how it was going to be. He and her hate each other's gut so in a few months he'd go insane and be admitted to St Mungo's and then his new best friend would be Gilderoy Lockhart. Great, he could see it now… all the same it was better than the alternative. The alternative made his skin crawl, he'd never be with Granger!
"You know what's funny Mudblood? The only thing you can actually bring up in an argument with me is that fact I'm Slytherin and therefore going to be a Death Eater. Ha, and you call me prejudice? I have a hell of a lot more that I can use against you other than you being a filthy Mudblood. Like your hair, you teeth, your friends, your fashion sense and if we want to get pernickety about it, your weight." Draco laughed and smirked at her sauntering closer until his face was inches from hers. "Yeah you may think I'm evil little Cockroach and all that Granger, but I only call things like I see them. I'm not saying anything about you that are not true."
He pulled away before he done anything he regretted. Well ok, anything he regretted… again. No more ending up kissing Mudblood's no matter how unfortunately tempting it was. He started walking down the corridor sighing to himself. He knew she'd follow. She always would. Even if she did hate him, she had a job to do and that was the one thing he respected about her. Hermione Granger, Mudblood extraordinaire would always get the job done no matter if it meant being civil with her worst enemy.
Draco just wished this night would end quickly or he'd bump into Professor Snape and tell the Mudblood to go ahead without him and he could get some peace. Being around her wasn't peaceful at all. Whenever he was near her he felt tense and it worsened if someone else came near them both. It made him want to rip their throat out. Ugh, what was happening to him? Well he knew he was Veela but all these soppy emotions? Ugh, he'd never give into them. It was the Mudblood for Merlin's sake. He wasn't completely insane!
Just an hour and a half then he could go to his bed and pretend this night never happened. An hour patrol, a half an hour meeting then the safety of his bedroom. The letter could wait until the morning, and Blaise could be killed in the morning. Oh how that death will be sweet! His so-called friend Blaise had better watch his back, Draco wanted his death for what he had done!
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