Disclaimer: Much as I'd like to, I don't own Draco Malfoy, or any part of the magical world that J.K. Rowling has all the copyrights to ... please don't sue me. There are some parts of this story that are quotes from the book - it can't be helped - events are the same as in the book, but Draco's opinion of these events may vary from Harry's.
Author's Notes: I needed to do some re-writing, after reading OotP. I have made some minor changes to this chapter, mostly spelling and grammar.
Caz Malfoy: What do you mean, you wonder if he really does?
angelkas: Yes, Crabbe with a brain is a scary thought, isn't it - we don't want him thinking for himself too much, do we? Draco is sure he's not gay ... the plot-bunnies have other ideas, but basically, not gay ... just a pretty-boy. I don't think that's the right word ... maybe the word you're looking for is bisexual?
dragonsprincess: *files that bunny in the "probably" drawer* thank you.
duochang97: You think they're IC? Yay! I take that as a better compliment that "good story" or "I like this chapter" - much better - thank you. Although, there is reason to the password thing ... it was set the day after Harry was dumped on the Dursleys, when Dumbledore was eating a bag of Muggle sweets (Sherbet Lemons) ... and when three Slytherins got past that password in the middle of the night, he decided it might be a good idea to change it ... make sense now? I agree with you about Sirius ... he looks better in my imagination than in the photos I've seen of his actor in costume *dramatic sigh*.
Sorry this chapter is so short. Well, that's a slap in the face, isn't it?
Chapter 17 - Hermione's Revenge
I got a letter from Father that very evening, telling me that he had 'arranged for the Hippogriff's execution' ... in other words, he blackmailed the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Walden Macnair was to be the executioner ... well, he does enjoying killing things, so I'm not in the least surprised. Why the hell do I feel this sick sort of feeling in the pit of my stomach ... like I shouldn't have done this? Is this what it's like to feel guilty?
I showed Crabbe and Goyle the letter, and we all laughed at the gamekeeper's misfortune. Neither of them was bright enough to pick up the insincerity in my laughter. Poor Buckbeak. Not that I give a damn about Hagrid's feelings, but the Hippogriff was just defending its pride - I would have attacked someone for insulting me, if I had been in its position.
* * *
After Care of Magical Creatures class, later that week, Crabbe, Goyle and I were waiting just inside the main doors, for Theo to catch up when we overheard the Terrible Trio talking to the incompetent teacher ... he was whining about his beloved Hippogriff. I vaguely wondered exactly how close his relationship to the creature was, but shoved that thought away as quickly as humanly possible.
Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering inanely, and I even saw Theo smirking, behind the Terrible Trio, as the great oaf ran off like an overgrown crybaby. Blaise, Cat and Milli had already wandered off, but Pansy was watching me intently, as I started one of my usual Gryffindor-baiting routines.
"Look at him blubber!" I said loudly, "Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic? And he's supposed to be our teacher!"
I didn't get a chance to continue this approach, however, because Hermione slapped me across the face, with surprising strength. I stumbled backwards and stared at her in shock.
She hit me?!
She ... hit ... me?!
She raised her hand to hit me again, and the two twits didn't even make a move to try to stop her. "Don't you DARE call Hagrid pathetic, you foul - you evil -"
Weasley tried weakly to calm down his wannabie-girlfriend, but she was having none of it, shrugging him off and pointing her wand at me. I stared at her with disbelief, taking a step back ... I would not have been surprised if she had tried to hex me. I nodded to the two twits, "C'mon." and beckoned them towards the dungeons - they followed obediently, if a little shell-shocked.
Pansy and Theo caught up with me moments later, "That bitch!" Pansy shrieked indignantly, "How dare she even touch you, let alone hit you like that!"
"Calm down, Pansy." I said soothingly, "I will get my revenge, don't worry." but I only said it to shut her up - I had no intention of hurting Hermione ... although I did intend to confront her.
Placated, Pansy trotted off to her Latin class, and I was accompanied by Theo and the Brainless Boys (that sounds like a band name, doesn't it?), up to our Muggle Studies class.
Now that was a tense lesson - Hermione kept glaring at us, the whole time. I avoided her gaze, quite studiously.
Theo, meanwhile, leaned over and spoke to Hermione, "Hey, Granger ... way to go ... I think Draco's still in shock." he muttered. I whacked him in the head, and then tried to act like they both weren't there.
After class ended, and Daft and Dafter had gone off to lunch, she confronted me again, hissing angrily, "How can you be such a heartless prat?"
"It takes practice." I replied, trying to sound cool, and also trying not to look like I was a bit afraid of her now (which I really was, but I was trying not to look like it).
"I thought you had some semblance of decency?" she asked.
"Yeah, but your boyfriends and my bodyguards were there ... and like I'm going to be nice to that freak, at the best of times - he's just as mean to me as I am to him." I said, on the defensive.
"He's not in any condition to take insults like that!" she snapped, "And it's all your fault, so unless you want another slap, you'll apologies to him, right now!"
I smirked and held my arms out to the side, "I don't do the 's' word, so you're going to have to hit me again." I said.
She made an angry growling noise, then threw up her hands, "You're impossible!" and with that she turned and stalked off down the corridor.
"She's stressed." Theo muttered.
"And you would recognise the symptoms, how?" I asked.
"Shut up." he muttered, "You really do manage to piss off everyone around you, don't you?"
"It's a talent."
* * *
Our Hufflepuff game was so easy, it's hardly worth mentioning - we flattened them.
* * *
Over the Easter holidays, I couldn't even find time to insult Potter and his gang ... homework piled up like nobody's business. Even I, one of the top students in our year, was having trouble. That was nothing to Hermione, though - Theo had been right - she really was stressed - overwork, no doubt.
I had heard that she was attending Latin, Muggle Studies and Arithmancy, all at the same time, and taking Ancient Runes at the same time as the other Gryffindors had Defence class.
Of course, this was all through the spy-network that is the Slytherin girls - I never confronted her myself. Not after that encounter after Care of Magical Creatures ... I felt too guilty ... which was totally wrong, because Malfoys aren't supposed to know what guilt feels like, so I avoided the source of the problem, instead.
It's not my fault ... I was going for getting Hagrid fired, not getting the Hippogriff executed ... Father just took it to the extreme.
* * *
"We want to sabotage the match - we need to get that Seeker and/or his Firebolt out of commission!" Flint announced as he barged into the common room, in one hell of a foul mood.
"Oh, yes, you saw how well that worked last time, Flint." I replied coldly.
"Well, this time, you come up with a plan ... and be a bit more subtle!" Flint snapped.
"You make it sound like that last fiasco was my fault!" I snapped.
"Well, it would have worked if you'd not kept the rest of us waiting." Flint snarled.
"You know damned well that plan was doomed from the start, now stop trying to palm the blame off on me!" I all-but-yelled.
"Listen, you rotten little spoilt brat!" he yelled, "Your position on the team depends entirely on whether or not you beat Potter in this next match! So I suggest you find a way to ensure that you win."
I glared at him, speechless. He was actually considering kicking me off the team! "You know Father won't like it if you kick me off the team." I noted.
"I don't care - I'm sure he'd like it less if his son proves how unfit for the team he is!" Flint snapped at me.
"You're a rotten git!" I snapped.
"Thank you." he replied, nodding and leaving the room. Damn him.
I stalked into my dormitory to find Crabbe and Goyle very quickly trying to conceal something in a non-descript box, under Crabbe's bed. "You two doing anything?" I asked casually.
"No, no." Goyle said in a blatant lie.
"Nothing." Crabbe added in a slightly more efficient lie, but it was still obvious.
I chose to ignore the fact I knew they were lying, "Good. I've got a job for you. Take out Potter, and make it look like an accident." then, considering their blatant stupidity, I added, "And make sure no one else sees you."
* * *
End of chapter 17
Author's Notes: I needed to do some re-writing, after reading OotP. I have made some minor changes to this chapter, mostly spelling and grammar.
Caz Malfoy: What do you mean, you wonder if he really does?
angelkas: Yes, Crabbe with a brain is a scary thought, isn't it - we don't want him thinking for himself too much, do we? Draco is sure he's not gay ... the plot-bunnies have other ideas, but basically, not gay ... just a pretty-boy. I don't think that's the right word ... maybe the word you're looking for is bisexual?
dragonsprincess: *files that bunny in the "probably" drawer* thank you.
duochang97: You think they're IC? Yay! I take that as a better compliment that "good story" or "I like this chapter" - much better - thank you. Although, there is reason to the password thing ... it was set the day after Harry was dumped on the Dursleys, when Dumbledore was eating a bag of Muggle sweets (Sherbet Lemons) ... and when three Slytherins got past that password in the middle of the night, he decided it might be a good idea to change it ... make sense now? I agree with you about Sirius ... he looks better in my imagination than in the photos I've seen of his actor in costume *dramatic sigh*.
Sorry this chapter is so short. Well, that's a slap in the face, isn't it?
Chapter 17 - Hermione's Revenge
I got a letter from Father that very evening, telling me that he had 'arranged for the Hippogriff's execution' ... in other words, he blackmailed the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Walden Macnair was to be the executioner ... well, he does enjoying killing things, so I'm not in the least surprised. Why the hell do I feel this sick sort of feeling in the pit of my stomach ... like I shouldn't have done this? Is this what it's like to feel guilty?
I showed Crabbe and Goyle the letter, and we all laughed at the gamekeeper's misfortune. Neither of them was bright enough to pick up the insincerity in my laughter. Poor Buckbeak. Not that I give a damn about Hagrid's feelings, but the Hippogriff was just defending its pride - I would have attacked someone for insulting me, if I had been in its position.
* * *
After Care of Magical Creatures class, later that week, Crabbe, Goyle and I were waiting just inside the main doors, for Theo to catch up when we overheard the Terrible Trio talking to the incompetent teacher ... he was whining about his beloved Hippogriff. I vaguely wondered exactly how close his relationship to the creature was, but shoved that thought away as quickly as humanly possible.
Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering inanely, and I even saw Theo smirking, behind the Terrible Trio, as the great oaf ran off like an overgrown crybaby. Blaise, Cat and Milli had already wandered off, but Pansy was watching me intently, as I started one of my usual Gryffindor-baiting routines.
"Look at him blubber!" I said loudly, "Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic? And he's supposed to be our teacher!"
I didn't get a chance to continue this approach, however, because Hermione slapped me across the face, with surprising strength. I stumbled backwards and stared at her in shock.
She hit me?!
She ... hit ... me?!
She raised her hand to hit me again, and the two twits didn't even make a move to try to stop her. "Don't you DARE call Hagrid pathetic, you foul - you evil -"
Weasley tried weakly to calm down his wannabie-girlfriend, but she was having none of it, shrugging him off and pointing her wand at me. I stared at her with disbelief, taking a step back ... I would not have been surprised if she had tried to hex me. I nodded to the two twits, "C'mon." and beckoned them towards the dungeons - they followed obediently, if a little shell-shocked.
Pansy and Theo caught up with me moments later, "That bitch!" Pansy shrieked indignantly, "How dare she even touch you, let alone hit you like that!"
"Calm down, Pansy." I said soothingly, "I will get my revenge, don't worry." but I only said it to shut her up - I had no intention of hurting Hermione ... although I did intend to confront her.
Placated, Pansy trotted off to her Latin class, and I was accompanied by Theo and the Brainless Boys (that sounds like a band name, doesn't it?), up to our Muggle Studies class.
Now that was a tense lesson - Hermione kept glaring at us, the whole time. I avoided her gaze, quite studiously.
Theo, meanwhile, leaned over and spoke to Hermione, "Hey, Granger ... way to go ... I think Draco's still in shock." he muttered. I whacked him in the head, and then tried to act like they both weren't there.
After class ended, and Daft and Dafter had gone off to lunch, she confronted me again, hissing angrily, "How can you be such a heartless prat?"
"It takes practice." I replied, trying to sound cool, and also trying not to look like I was a bit afraid of her now (which I really was, but I was trying not to look like it).
"I thought you had some semblance of decency?" she asked.
"Yeah, but your boyfriends and my bodyguards were there ... and like I'm going to be nice to that freak, at the best of times - he's just as mean to me as I am to him." I said, on the defensive.
"He's not in any condition to take insults like that!" she snapped, "And it's all your fault, so unless you want another slap, you'll apologies to him, right now!"
I smirked and held my arms out to the side, "I don't do the 's' word, so you're going to have to hit me again." I said.
She made an angry growling noise, then threw up her hands, "You're impossible!" and with that she turned and stalked off down the corridor.
"She's stressed." Theo muttered.
"And you would recognise the symptoms, how?" I asked.
"Shut up." he muttered, "You really do manage to piss off everyone around you, don't you?"
"It's a talent."
* * *
Our Hufflepuff game was so easy, it's hardly worth mentioning - we flattened them.
* * *
Over the Easter holidays, I couldn't even find time to insult Potter and his gang ... homework piled up like nobody's business. Even I, one of the top students in our year, was having trouble. That was nothing to Hermione, though - Theo had been right - she really was stressed - overwork, no doubt.
I had heard that she was attending Latin, Muggle Studies and Arithmancy, all at the same time, and taking Ancient Runes at the same time as the other Gryffindors had Defence class.
Of course, this was all through the spy-network that is the Slytherin girls - I never confronted her myself. Not after that encounter after Care of Magical Creatures ... I felt too guilty ... which was totally wrong, because Malfoys aren't supposed to know what guilt feels like, so I avoided the source of the problem, instead.
It's not my fault ... I was going for getting Hagrid fired, not getting the Hippogriff executed ... Father just took it to the extreme.
* * *
"We want to sabotage the match - we need to get that Seeker and/or his Firebolt out of commission!" Flint announced as he barged into the common room, in one hell of a foul mood.
"Oh, yes, you saw how well that worked last time, Flint." I replied coldly.
"Well, this time, you come up with a plan ... and be a bit more subtle!" Flint snapped.
"You make it sound like that last fiasco was my fault!" I snapped.
"Well, it would have worked if you'd not kept the rest of us waiting." Flint snarled.
"You know damned well that plan was doomed from the start, now stop trying to palm the blame off on me!" I all-but-yelled.
"Listen, you rotten little spoilt brat!" he yelled, "Your position on the team depends entirely on whether or not you beat Potter in this next match! So I suggest you find a way to ensure that you win."
I glared at him, speechless. He was actually considering kicking me off the team! "You know Father won't like it if you kick me off the team." I noted.
"I don't care - I'm sure he'd like it less if his son proves how unfit for the team he is!" Flint snapped at me.
"You're a rotten git!" I snapped.
"Thank you." he replied, nodding and leaving the room. Damn him.
I stalked into my dormitory to find Crabbe and Goyle very quickly trying to conceal something in a non-descript box, under Crabbe's bed. "You two doing anything?" I asked casually.
"No, no." Goyle said in a blatant lie.
"Nothing." Crabbe added in a slightly more efficient lie, but it was still obvious.
I chose to ignore the fact I knew they were lying, "Good. I've got a job for you. Take out Potter, and make it look like an accident." then, considering their blatant stupidity, I added, "And make sure no one else sees you."
* * *
End of chapter 17