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CHAPTER FOUR: Mudbloods and Purebloods
The bushy haired beauty fumed with rage. He could hear her all the way down the corridor, trying to hush up her extremely cute room maid. Draco Malfoy jogged lightly down the hall to the elevators. "Main Hall," he said curtly. He could see Hermoine running at full speed to catch him before he made off but she was too late. He heard a loud THUMP against his elevator door, as if she had a battering ram. "Woman problems?" asked the elevator attendant.
"She's anything but my problem." Draco muttered but he couldn't get the look out of his face before he had called her a mudblood. She looked as if she wanted him to come in, lie down on her bed and make himself at home but he wouldn't touch that dirty blooded filth. He just couldn't! Narcissa is still around and what would she think? Lucius would roll over in his grave. Why was he so worried about his parents though? He had the money and was the head of the house, Voldemort was gone and what's more the pureblooded families were dwindling so fast. He had even heard that Pansy had been dating a half-blood.
Draco stepped out of the elevator, pushing his hair back and away from his face. Nearly every woman stopped to see him. They seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for this handsome man to make a move, perhaps towards them. He only sat down at a vacant booth, ordered some dry toast and pumpkin juice. He pulled out the accounting books that held all the digits pertaining to his account. It was dwindling quickly and since the fall of the Dark Lord, no one wanted a retired deatheater anymore; the under-the- spell-of-Voldemort wouldn't work anymore. He had no place in the Ministry of Magic since he left Hogwarts on Lucius's command. The stress of finding a way to keep a roof over he and his mother's head was coming on faster then he had expected, and with his mother going on her vacations all her expensive tastes would soon vanquish any Galleons he had left. He couldn't tell her he was failing. He couldn't tell anyone he would never be as smart and cunning as Lucius. If he were still alive he would know what to do. Draco never really liked his father but he had kept them out of Azkaban for so long, and was smart enough to work in the Ministry of Magic for so many years, yet he was a coward and did run back to the good side when Voldemort was shunned down by the despicable Potter boy. Maybe he should just be a coward and admit defeat but he was a Malfoy.
He scribbled some notes next to the latest figures and nibbled on his dry toast. "Ah, Draco, my dear son you look so troubled," purred Narcissa. "I thought this vacation would do you some good. Your tan is becoming of you. You look less like your father that way." That must have really pleased her. She, on the other hand, was just as pale as she had always been. She sat down gracefully. "You know, dear, you're becoming of age and it's time to stop taking so much responsibility and just go have fun. I haven't seen you date in years. You're always cooped in your fathers' musty old office."
"Mother, I." but his words were trailed off when Hermoine Granger descended a set of stairs. She was wearing a bright yellow sun dress instead of those frumpy Hogwarts robs and he could see that she had matured in many areas. Her bushy hair was still the same but seemed to appeal more to him now then it had before. It was pulled back in a blue and yellow ribbon, not maroon and gold but blue and yellow. They were no longer in Gryffindor and Slytherin. 'She's a MUDBLOOD, Draco,' he thought to himself.
"Oh, my, just look at these half breeds waltzing around like they should even be here," sneered his mother. I heard your last girlfriend is even with a half-breed. What a shame." "You're absolutely right, mother. Disgusting," muttered Draco, but his eyes followed Hermoine until she walked out the large double doors.
CHAPTER FOUR: Mudbloods and Purebloods
The bushy haired beauty fumed with rage. He could hear her all the way down the corridor, trying to hush up her extremely cute room maid. Draco Malfoy jogged lightly down the hall to the elevators. "Main Hall," he said curtly. He could see Hermoine running at full speed to catch him before he made off but she was too late. He heard a loud THUMP against his elevator door, as if she had a battering ram. "Woman problems?" asked the elevator attendant.
"She's anything but my problem." Draco muttered but he couldn't get the look out of his face before he had called her a mudblood. She looked as if she wanted him to come in, lie down on her bed and make himself at home but he wouldn't touch that dirty blooded filth. He just couldn't! Narcissa is still around and what would she think? Lucius would roll over in his grave. Why was he so worried about his parents though? He had the money and was the head of the house, Voldemort was gone and what's more the pureblooded families were dwindling so fast. He had even heard that Pansy had been dating a half-blood.
Draco stepped out of the elevator, pushing his hair back and away from his face. Nearly every woman stopped to see him. They seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for this handsome man to make a move, perhaps towards them. He only sat down at a vacant booth, ordered some dry toast and pumpkin juice. He pulled out the accounting books that held all the digits pertaining to his account. It was dwindling quickly and since the fall of the Dark Lord, no one wanted a retired deatheater anymore; the under-the- spell-of-Voldemort wouldn't work anymore. He had no place in the Ministry of Magic since he left Hogwarts on Lucius's command. The stress of finding a way to keep a roof over he and his mother's head was coming on faster then he had expected, and with his mother going on her vacations all her expensive tastes would soon vanquish any Galleons he had left. He couldn't tell her he was failing. He couldn't tell anyone he would never be as smart and cunning as Lucius. If he were still alive he would know what to do. Draco never really liked his father but he had kept them out of Azkaban for so long, and was smart enough to work in the Ministry of Magic for so many years, yet he was a coward and did run back to the good side when Voldemort was shunned down by the despicable Potter boy. Maybe he should just be a coward and admit defeat but he was a Malfoy.
He scribbled some notes next to the latest figures and nibbled on his dry toast. "Ah, Draco, my dear son you look so troubled," purred Narcissa. "I thought this vacation would do you some good. Your tan is becoming of you. You look less like your father that way." That must have really pleased her. She, on the other hand, was just as pale as she had always been. She sat down gracefully. "You know, dear, you're becoming of age and it's time to stop taking so much responsibility and just go have fun. I haven't seen you date in years. You're always cooped in your fathers' musty old office."
"Mother, I." but his words were trailed off when Hermoine Granger descended a set of stairs. She was wearing a bright yellow sun dress instead of those frumpy Hogwarts robs and he could see that she had matured in many areas. Her bushy hair was still the same but seemed to appeal more to him now then it had before. It was pulled back in a blue and yellow ribbon, not maroon and gold but blue and yellow. They were no longer in Gryffindor and Slytherin. 'She's a MUDBLOOD, Draco,' he thought to himself.
"Oh, my, just look at these half breeds waltzing around like they should even be here," sneered his mother. I heard your last girlfriend is even with a half-breed. What a shame." "You're absolutely right, mother. Disgusting," muttered Draco, but his eyes followed Hermoine until she walked out the large double doors.
