Little dragon
Summary: Draco notices when Holly doesn't call him names.
"You haven't called me a name today," Draco said.
It's after dinner and Potter friend strolls out of the castle with paint cans following behind her. No, doubt of to who knows where to do what and Draco finds himself asking if Potter has noticed that the mudblood gone. Since, Potter is normally with her or catching up to her to try and stop her from doing something to drastic.
"Not your fault," mudblood said.
Naturally she does not respond like a normal person would. She of in her own world.
"Although I wish you get a different tattoo."
He does not have a tattoo, but for some strange reason the mudblood thinks otherwise.
"Look if this is some sort of trick, I'm not falling for it," Draco said stubbornly.
He won't admit that he kinds worried because she normally calls him something at least once a day. Yet, nothing. Not like he would care for a mudblood because he didn't.
"You should make a choice on what side you want to be. You're not your father, so you can pick the side with death or the side that accepts it. Because either way the one who welcomes it is going to win anyway."
"Can you not speak nonsense at least just for now?"
How does Potter normally get her out of this? Alright, he turns and frowns and that's what Draco does he frowns crossing his arms and looking the other way.
"What's a matter with you?" she says no longer talking crazy talk.
"Finally. And, nothing a matter with me I'm just wondering why you haven't called me anything."
"Aww, is little dragon given me permission to call him names."
His eyes widen because that not at all what he meant.
"No. I'm just here to tell you that I rather like it when your mouth shut mudblood."
"Little dragon misses it to," she sang song.
"Shut up. I do not."
"Do to."
"Do not."
"To."
"Not."
"To."
"Not."
Little does he know he just saved Quirrell classroom from being painted green.