DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns everything. I'm just someone who couldn't get enough of Draco Malfoy. Writing disclaimers is getting more and more tiring by the second.
Author's Note: This is the part where Draco challenges Harry to a duel, but he has no plans of showing up. A very very short chapter. Can't think of a title for this one, though.
I watched Potter at the Gryffindor
table, eating dinner while talking with Weasley. He even looked happy and excited,
not like someone who has to suffer detention. Something was wrong.
The Weasley twins hurried up to them. They were all in high spirits. Potter
definitely got away with his recent rule-breaking, even after being caught in
the act by McGonagall. She was head of their house, what would you expect. She
would favor Potter of course.
I suddenly thought of a plan that will make sure he won't get away this time.
"Crabbe, Goyle," I called, standing up. "Let's have a little
talk with Potter."
They were still eating, but they followed me anyway.
We headed to the Gryffindor table. The Weasley twins had just left.
Potter had an annoyed look in his face.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the
Muggles?"
"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got
your little friends with you," he said complacently.
Crabbe and Goyle, little? If they were little, then Potter would
almost be non-existent.
"I'd take you on anytime on my own." I was now determined to execute
the brilliant plan in my head. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands
only--no contact."
I could see a momentary look of confusion cross Potter's features, but it didn't
last long.
"What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel, I suppose?" It
was my turn to act smug.
"Of course he has," Ron Weasley joined in. "I'm his second, who's
yours?"
"Crabbe," I said lazily, wanting to tell Weasley I have no need for
a second. "Midnight, all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's
always unlocked."
I gave them a curt nod before I turned to leave, Crabbe and Goyle flanked beside
me. I could hear Potter's voice asking Weasley, "What is
a wizard's duel?" Of course he wouldn't know. But he didn't need to. He
won't be having any of it. However, he's in store of something else. And this
time, he won't get away.
"Crabbe, Goyle, let's pay a visit to our slimy git of a head janitor."
I smiled as we headed up the stairs. "I'm sure he would be glad to know
a certain Potter and Weasley are going to run around school this midnight."
Crabbe and Goyle just laughed. Sometimes I wish I would have someone to really
talk to, not just have companions who will laugh and nod and agree to everything
I say. It was tiring to not have friends who can react intelligently to the
things I tell them, friends who I can have long talks with about devious schemes
and brilliant plans.
My own plan of tipping Potter and Weasley off to Filch didn't sound so great
now. It now seemed to be just a thing a low and desperate person would do. But
I'm not a Gryffindor anyway. No time to pretend to be noble and righteous like
Potter.
I'm a Slytherin, after all. That was enough excuse.
