Genre: general
Rating: PG
"Why?"
Only a word, but it was the one he dreaded.
"I don't answer to you."
The insult did not work. The being before him was impassive as ever. Draco fumed, trying to cover his fear with anger.
Truthfully, he just did not want to face the reason behind his action. He had deigned to blend in Seedlings, but the group rejected him, over and over, in various subtle ways. Thus he betrayed them, returning bark with bite.
Just defending his honour as a pureblood wizard from an old pureblood family.
But why was it hard to just say so?