Dear Merlin
I couldn't quite describe what I felt at that moment. It wasn't shock – oh no, Malfoy's are never shocked, we've got an image to uphold – nor was it irritation – not entirely anyway. Sure some part of me…okay all of me wanted to hit them upside of the head for even creating such a horridly stupid story and actually thinking I would believe them…but that wasn't quite the feeling. No. It was something much worse than that, something that not even words can describe.
I looked over to Blaise and Parkinson, their faces were both anxious, waiting I guess for my reaction. Slowly…oh so very slowly I began to talk.
"So…you're saying that…magical beans ar-"
"Not just any magical beans Draco, Bertie Botts' Beans."
I sent a glare over to Blaise the idiot just couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"So magical beans," I sent another glare to keep Blaise from interrupting again, "are the reason that the Dark Lord came to power?"
There was a quick nod from all of them (at this point I came back to my sense and quickly realized that Crabbe and Goyel were still there – both of my sides had gone numb already from their obscenely fat bodies squishing me in on the rather small sofa).
"And that these beans are the secret to a wizards true power? Or at the very least they are an indicator to which side a wizard will be on?"
Another couple of nods.
"AND not only that but that my father, Lucius Malfoy, had to keep this all secret from me because I didn't like the beans and might have become a blood traitor?"
Their heads were nodding so quickly now they looked like what one of you stupid muggles might call a bubbly head (I'm being told that it's pronounced bob-ble not bub-bly).
"Right then….you're all idiots."
Both Blaise and Pansy started protesting a storm – not literally, do we have to go over this every time? – and a sudden headache started to form (yes, I can rhyme. I'm a wizard, what did you expect? It's not a crime).
Rubbing my head with my hands I suddenly figured out what it is I had been feeling. I was getting stupider by the minute. Something almost impossible for a Malfoy….but listening to Blaise rant about….is he talking about Dumbledore in a bunny costume?...yes listening to them was literally killing my brain cells one by one.
"-Malfoy. And you dare get me started on snakes and their chambers, you know better than to trust a Raven carrying a – "
Dear Merlin,
Please Help
Draco Malfoy
AN: Sorry this is so late guys - not getting a lot of inspiration lately~ Anyways I wrote it rather quickly so sorry for any grammatical errors. Again thank you guys soo much for all the reviews - I haven't had a chance to respond to all of them but thank you so much anyway :)