Draco eyed his teammates in the locker room. His eyes narrowed dangerously
before he addressed them. "We are going to win today. I don't care what it
takes. I don't care if it kills all of you. We can't lose again to the
Gryffindors again. I can't lose to Potter again."
Millicent looked like she was about to add something, but Malfoy shot her a
glare, and she kept her mouth shut.
Draco's gray eyes turned steely. I don't know why I bother with you silly
bunch of misfits." He smirked, " None of you are worthy of MY time."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes Harry just did not understand Ron. He really did not. Sometimes Ron just took everything wrong. Harry didn't mean the present as a jibe. He didn't care if Ron's parents were poor anymore then he would care if they were rich. Such things as that did not matter to Mr. Potter.
He turned to Hermione, who simply shrugged. "There is no dealing with him when he is in one of those moods, Harry."
He gingerly picked the cloak off of the ground where Ron had thrown it, and carefully brushed it off.
Harry sighed, "I know Hermione. I know."
Lucius leered down at Gwenhyfar as she sat at the table playing some strange card-game with his son. She wasn't worthy of his blood, but he supposed she would do. She was pretty enough. She was certainly smart enough. She eyed him disdainfully over the top of her cards, and he nearly snorted---not that a Malfoy would snort. She was certainly haughty enough. Sometimes a Malfoy had to marry down. Yes, a tasty little morsel indeed, and so very jaded. But he wasn't surprised that his Draco could corrupt the girl so. He was Lucius' son after all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes Harry just did not understand Ron. He really did not. Sometimes Ron just took everything wrong. Harry didn't mean the present as a jibe. He didn't care if Ron's parents were poor anymore then he would care if they were rich. Such things as that did not matter to Mr. Potter.
He turned to Hermione, who simply shrugged. "There is no dealing with him when he is in one of those moods, Harry."
He gingerly picked the cloak off of the ground where Ron had thrown it, and carefully brushed it off.
Harry sighed, "I know Hermione. I know."
Lucius leered down at Gwenhyfar as she sat at the table playing some strange card-game with his son. She wasn't worthy of his blood, but he supposed she would do. She was pretty enough. She was certainly smart enough. She eyed him disdainfully over the top of her cards, and he nearly snorted---not that a Malfoy would snort. She was certainly haughty enough. Sometimes a Malfoy had to marry down. Yes, a tasty little morsel indeed, and so very jaded. But he wasn't surprised that his Draco could corrupt the girl so. He was Lucius' son after all.