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Enrique Iglesias
A/N- Second Chappy! Woohoo! the third will be here by the end of the weekend.
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Dinner- His Side
¤Here's how it goes, you and me, up and down but maybe this time
We'll get it right, worth the fight¤
`Damit. Father is such an arsehole! Telling me that even though i don't deserve to be a Deatheater i will become one in six months. Lousy! That is why i am staying here for the Winter Break. Not because Pansy wants me to so we can spend time together after the dance. She actually thinks i would go with a pug like her. Actually there are no Slytherins worth going with. They are all ugly rich interbreed fools. At least Mother and Father have no scary blood relations. I do believe i am the only fine pureblood out there. Or at least that is what all those hormone driven ditz tell me. Can you believe it? Hufferpuff, Ravenclaw, AND Gryffindor girls bending to my every whim. Shows how pathetic they all are. I don't know one of the girls at Hogwarts who doesn't wish she was in the pants of the Slytherin Quidditch Captain. Oh yea. One. Bushy hair Granger. Actually her hair looks rather good. Featerhy and silky looking, like chocolate with strawberryblonde highlights. And her skin, nice and tan, with those blood red lips. And those chocolate eyes. DARK CHOCOLATE. Her eyes?!?! Oh shiet. I was staring at her and she fckin caught me. Fck! Why the hell was i looking at her? And why did she catch me? '
"Oh Drakie. The dance is in two days." Pansy drawled.
"Good for you," he replied monotonously.
'Dance. i wonder who i will ask. Dumbledore, old fool, told me the first and last dance will be with the Head Girl. He is such a bafoon. The only man dumber than him is Father. He loves to make himself weak for his Master. Ha! The arse. He is so weak he has to have others follow him. They don't even come willingly like Goyle and Crabbe do. Buth they are dumb too. All of them are Weak! Head Girl, maybe i should ask her. Oh wait. Granger is Head Girl. She avoids me so much i forgot. Lousy Muggle-born. I mean Mudblood. When did i stop saying Mudblood? Maybe it was after i got into that fight with Granger last year. i remember it so well.
She was walking out of potions steaming because i messed up her potion. "Malfoy! Why the hell did you do that?" "Because i could Mudblood" "I cannot believe such a thing from even you!" "Why? Because i am so good right? Because i already get the top grades without studying like you? Because i have friends and populatrity and lovers? Or because i hate Mudbloods like you?" She turned red and raised her hands in anger. It looked like she has reaching for her wand so i pushed her. She pushed back. Then i had enough and pushed her to a nearby wall. She cut the palm of her hand on a magic blade that was on the wall. Then she turned and looked at me with those once honey eyes. That was when they became dark chocolate. And the blood from her hand. She took some with her left index finger and let it touch her lips. They tainted her lips to that luch color. Everyone was mesmerized. I could see Potty and Weasel out of the corner of my eye. They were goint o run and help her but stoped dead. She looked into my eyes. Then she slapped me. The blood of her hand smeared my face. The pain hurt, but not as much as her look gave me. It almost literally crushed my heart. Almost. The only way i knew to get back at her was to leave with pride. And that is what i did. I took my hand and wiped a bit of the blood off my cheek and tasted it, "Bittersweet, Granger. Just like you should be if you weren't born of lowlives." My voice was icy and i saw her friends shiver from my tone. But she just took another step up and slaped me again. This time i was slammed back by her force. I just smirked and walked off.
She did have passion. But she is just trash. Lousy like my Father. And he is pureblood. Know-It-All! That is all she is. Ruined my life here. Her and her friends. Quiditch and Studies. Beat me at both and i deserve it! I'm tired, I'm going to my room. `
"I'm leaving. Goyle, Crabbe, stay here. Make sure Pansy doesn't follow me."
"Why Drakie?" Pansy called.
"Cause i want to be alone."
~Draco rose form the table. He grabbed his crutches. He had fallen on the Quidditch pitch the other day and fractured his left ankle in several places and Madam Pomfey said it would be best if he let it heal naturally. His eyes scanned the room once he reached the exit of the Hall. They settled on a certain Head Girl who appeared deep in thought.~
A/N- Second Chappy! Woohoo! the third will be here by the end of the weekend.
~~~{~~@ + @~~}~~~ + ~~~{~~@ + @~~}~~~
Dinner- His Side
¤Here's how it goes, you and me, up and down but maybe this time
We'll get it right, worth the fight¤
`Damit. Father is such an arsehole! Telling me that even though i don't deserve to be a Deatheater i will become one in six months. Lousy! That is why i am staying here for the Winter Break. Not because Pansy wants me to so we can spend time together after the dance. She actually thinks i would go with a pug like her. Actually there are no Slytherins worth going with. They are all ugly rich interbreed fools. At least Mother and Father have no scary blood relations. I do believe i am the only fine pureblood out there. Or at least that is what all those hormone driven ditz tell me. Can you believe it? Hufferpuff, Ravenclaw, AND Gryffindor girls bending to my every whim. Shows how pathetic they all are. I don't know one of the girls at Hogwarts who doesn't wish she was in the pants of the Slytherin Quidditch Captain. Oh yea. One. Bushy hair Granger. Actually her hair looks rather good. Featerhy and silky looking, like chocolate with strawberryblonde highlights. And her skin, nice and tan, with those blood red lips. And those chocolate eyes. DARK CHOCOLATE. Her eyes?!?! Oh shiet. I was staring at her and she fckin caught me. Fck! Why the hell was i looking at her? And why did she catch me? '
"Oh Drakie. The dance is in two days." Pansy drawled.
"Good for you," he replied monotonously.
'Dance. i wonder who i will ask. Dumbledore, old fool, told me the first and last dance will be with the Head Girl. He is such a bafoon. The only man dumber than him is Father. He loves to make himself weak for his Master. Ha! The arse. He is so weak he has to have others follow him. They don't even come willingly like Goyle and Crabbe do. Buth they are dumb too. All of them are Weak! Head Girl, maybe i should ask her. Oh wait. Granger is Head Girl. She avoids me so much i forgot. Lousy Muggle-born. I mean Mudblood. When did i stop saying Mudblood? Maybe it was after i got into that fight with Granger last year. i remember it so well.
She was walking out of potions steaming because i messed up her potion. "Malfoy! Why the hell did you do that?" "Because i could Mudblood" "I cannot believe such a thing from even you!" "Why? Because i am so good right? Because i already get the top grades without studying like you? Because i have friends and populatrity and lovers? Or because i hate Mudbloods like you?" She turned red and raised her hands in anger. It looked like she has reaching for her wand so i pushed her. She pushed back. Then i had enough and pushed her to a nearby wall. She cut the palm of her hand on a magic blade that was on the wall. Then she turned and looked at me with those once honey eyes. That was when they became dark chocolate. And the blood from her hand. She took some with her left index finger and let it touch her lips. They tainted her lips to that luch color. Everyone was mesmerized. I could see Potty and Weasel out of the corner of my eye. They were goint o run and help her but stoped dead. She looked into my eyes. Then she slapped me. The blood of her hand smeared my face. The pain hurt, but not as much as her look gave me. It almost literally crushed my heart. Almost. The only way i knew to get back at her was to leave with pride. And that is what i did. I took my hand and wiped a bit of the blood off my cheek and tasted it, "Bittersweet, Granger. Just like you should be if you weren't born of lowlives." My voice was icy and i saw her friends shiver from my tone. But she just took another step up and slaped me again. This time i was slammed back by her force. I just smirked and walked off.
She did have passion. But she is just trash. Lousy like my Father. And he is pureblood. Know-It-All! That is all she is. Ruined my life here. Her and her friends. Quiditch and Studies. Beat me at both and i deserve it! I'm tired, I'm going to my room. `
"I'm leaving. Goyle, Crabbe, stay here. Make sure Pansy doesn't follow me."
"Why Drakie?" Pansy called.
"Cause i want to be alone."
~Draco rose form the table. He grabbed his crutches. He had fallen on the Quidditch pitch the other day and fractured his left ankle in several places and Madam Pomfey said it would be best if he let it heal naturally. His eyes scanned the room once he reached the exit of the Hall. They settled on a certain Head Girl who appeared deep in thought.~