D is for Discriminate
"Faggot!"
Hogwarts? More like hell for Draco. Him and Ron had been walked in on whilst snogging not five hours ago and it had already gotten around the school.
Everyone gave him dirty looks, including Crabbe and Goyle who were the only things close to friends they had.
Some people even yelled and hit him, calling him 'Faggot' or 'homo' as he walked down the hall. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a leg swung out in front of Draco's own legs, causing him to trip.
His chin hit the floor with a thump and he landed on his arm, letting a cry out in pain. His books flew across the floor and his hair scattered over his forehead.
Draco tried to get up but a boot clashed into his back, slamming him against the floor once again. It pushed down harshly, Draco couldn't breathe. His lungs were being crushed ashe gasped.
"Levicorpus!" Was uttered by someone behind Draco and the boot almost immediately lifted off his back. Draco still didn't move. He felt immobile and his arm and chest ached begging for something to relieve it's pain.
He felt two pairs of arms lift off the floor and drag him into the corner. "How bad is he hurt?" He heard a voice say that he had just enough energy to identify.
"P-Potter? I know you can identify me as a popular wizard so I will say this very clearly; round glasses will never be in fashion."
He heard panting as footsteps approached," He okay?"
"Well," Harry started," He insulted me so we know he doesn't have a concussion."
Draco struggled to open his eyes but eventually pried them open and saw Ron leaning in front of him,"Hey, Draco, you okay?" he said, cupping Draco's cheek.
"Spectacular," Draco replied with great sarcasm.
DRaco groaned as he turned his head to see who the third person was and saw Hermione Granger sitting there. Draco opened his mouth to say something but Hermione put one finger up and said,"I know, 'I'm a filthy mudblood and I'm completely useless to the wizarding community.' Save your breath, be quiet, and let me fix you."
Hermione gently pulled the robes around Draco's chest off litely and felt down his rib-cage. One...two...three... four broken ribs and an obviously broken arm. She waved her wand at his chest and he felt sudden relief. He was unable to control himself moaning, throwing his head back and saying,"Thank merciful jesus!"
Hermione giggled at his reaction and pointed at his arm with the wand,"Ferula!"
The pain subsided slightly and a splint was put around his arm,"Thank you."
"No problem."
"Why'd you all help me?", Draco asked, confused as to why Potter and Granger were here.
"Well, we may not be very fond of you," Harry started,"but you don't deserve that kind of treatment. No one does."
"And plus Ron was having a panic attack,"Hermione added.
Ron blushed very litely and Draco smiled at him,"Oh, so you care about me, Weasel?'"
Ron sighed,"Of course I do, Dray, you're very important to me."
Ron kissed the tip of Draco's nose then picked him up,"What the fuck are you doing?"
"We are going to dinner, and you are sitting with me."
"With all those other dumbass Gryffindors? It's bad enough to sit with you lot."
Ron, Harry and Hermione started walking,"Why in the name of hell would you choose him?" Harry smirked.
Hermione piped up,"Leave them alone, they're cute."
"I chose Draco because he is a pain in the arse and is a good-for-nothing jackass."
Draco smiled,"Couldn't have said it better myself."