A/N: Short and not much D/G interaction. Ah well.
Prompt #10: 7/18/17
234 words, according to Google docs.
"Stupid - ignorant - annoying - idiotic - Weasel - " With every word, Draco's fist made contact with the dungeon wall outside the Slytherin common room. He ignored the blood dripping from his knuckles and opted to continue his ferocious attack on the stones instead. How dare that impudent little Gryffindor insult him, then laugh at him in front of everyone? And why had he stood there like an idiot, mouth slightly agape, as she did so?
It wasn't every day that people got to see the Slytherin king speechless - in fact, no other person besides his close friends could render him that way. So why was the littlest Weasley able to? He hadn't really paid attention to her before, but over the summer, she seemed to have grown a backbone - standing up to both him and other Slytherin students as well.
He glared at the wall.
"Stupid Weasel."
"Geez, Malfoy, what did that wall ever do to you?" Blaise walked by casually, his hands stuck in his pockets, grinning like he knew something Draco didn't. As if.
"Everything," Draco said petulantly, glaring at the wall with child-like anger. Blaise rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, right, Draco." He walked on, giving a little wave over his shoulder as he went. "See you later." He paused, as if remembering something. "Oh, and Draco?"
"What?"
"You might want to get that hand checked." Blaise fled the room, Draco's well-aimed hex on his tail.