Drarry fanfic

Hey y'all! Hope ur okay! I am doing this for my own benefit (and urs I guess!) I may not have much time

(or I might it's corona-time!) to update but I will try to!

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Draco stalked down the corridors, first years hurrying out of his path, whispering and throwing around scowls when they think he isn't looking. "Honestly, who does he think he is! Parading around as though he didn't assist, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"

"I know! And he didn't even have the honour to stay by His side as the battle was lost."

Turning, Draco shot the most menacing glare he could muster on only a few cheerios and a weak coffee. It was too early for this nonsense. Fortunately for those children, it was at that exact moment that he noticed the cries of pain and misery from a dark side pathway. Peering into the gloom, he could just make out the Potter boy curled up on his side cowering from Crabbe and Goyle who were growling threats menacingly. Barely able to supress his smile, Draco walked on, ignoring the snide remarks and barely concealed disgust on most of the students' faces as he passed. Seeing Professor McGonagall stalking towards him, he back peddled, turning into the dark crevice where Potter was curled. Hearing the hawkish professor's footsteps behind him he yanked up Crabbe and Goyle and whispered a hasty apology before proceeding to shout at them loudly.

"I saw what you were doing to poor Harry! How dare you? The war is over, why still hold a grudge?" Seeing their faces twist into the dazed and a bit stupid expression they pull when about to protest he pinched their elbows and spoke between gritted teeth.

"Don't give me away, boys."

Professor McGonagall turned the corner and gasped at Draco Malfoy holding the two boys from the scruff of their necks.

"Mr Malfoy, what on earth is going on here?" She inquired with an inward sigh. Trust Malfoy to be in a fight.

"Well, Professor," Started Draco before being stopped by a withered and rather old hand appearing in front of his face.

"That's quite enough from you, my office. Now." She trilled.

"A-actually, Professor, he saved me from Crabbe and Goyle." Piped up Harry from the back corner.

The astounded Professor turned to Draco who dusted himself off and gave a rather smug smirk.

"Why? Surprised, Professor?" He shrugged off her bony hand and pointed to Crabbe and Goyle.

"They were the ones harassing Potter, not me."

As he loped off away from the corridor, he heard a loud squawking voice yelling the phrase she had just told Draco.

"My office, Now."

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