Sitra Kun Makundo - Chap. 7
By Clare

In all his seven years at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy had never made a mistake that his father or his friends couldn't bail him out of. Unfortunately, there is a first time for everything.

One minute Malfoy was strolling down the hallway to the Slytherin Dungeons on a Sunday afternoon, whistling tunelessly to himself. The next, he was pinned to the wall by his throat at the hands of a very angry, very put off girl with red hair.

He opened his mouth to say something but the pressure on his throat kept him from talking well. He decided to sit tight. After all, he told himself, he was a Slytherin.

Jo smiled savagely at her captive. She had come up from his blind side and pinned him. It was more surprise than skill, however, Malfoy was a boy and was bigger that she was so if she didn't time it exactly right he could've easily overpowered her. Fortunately, luck was with her. He opened his mouth to talk but she wouldn't let him.

"Why'd you do it?" She hissed, not bothering with such formalities as names.

"Do what?" He managed to squeak, still faking the image of being surprised and false indignation.

She pushed on his throat more.

"You know what I'm talking about, you little bastard." She paused. "And I want to know why."

Draco tried to speak but he couldn't; he was just barely getting air as it was. He just coughed weakly. Jo realized that she would kill her captive if she didn't let him get more air or let him talk. As much as she was mad at him, she didn't want a murder on her hands. She pulled back a fraction.

"Kill two birds with one stone." His lip curled in a sneer, arrogant 'til the end. "Why not? It is not like you are important or anything."

Jo could not even begin to believe his arrogance. First off, he was at her mercy and secondly, he had just proven that he had done it. She eyed him, and saw in his eyes that he believed her to be weak; to have mercy. Hardening her eyes, she let herself mask all emotions.

Draco paled and licked his suddenly dry lips nervously. He hadn't expected this. He had expected Jo to yell at him, call him a bastard, then let go of him and allow him to run away. Even anticipated it. Jo wouldn't of had the benefit if it had went his way, for he would've had all of his pureblood cronies gang up on her, too.

Not this time, Malfoy. Jo thought viscously. Oh no, not this time.