Disclaimer: Everything is J.K Rowling's. I own nothing, except my plot and Discordia.
This is my first FanFic ever so, bear with me.
* Amer = bitter
I'm going to stop with the French pronunciation business. Just imagine Discordia not being able to say the 'h's and pronouncing some 'i's as 'ee' and some 'th's as 'ff' or 'zz'
- Tu m'aimes?! - (You love me ?!)
Chapter 5 - Amer
« So I'll see you tonight, Draco? » said a grinning Pansy so loudly that the whole table, including a now scowling Millicent Bulstrode heard her.
Draco, who wasn't even looking at her, shrugged and muttered what resembled a « Whatever.. »
They both very well knew that he would probably spend that night, like many others, studying alone in his room. Draco didn't quite care that Pansy and other Slytherins went around claiming they were dating him, provided they left him alone. He was to take his OWLS this year and he couldn't waste his precious time with brainless, gossipy Slytherin girls. Especially when he received angry letters from his father every day, asking him why he wasn't the first in all his classes. But try as he might, and he did study hard, he was always second to that filthy Mudblood, Granger. He could hardly believe that she even surpassed him in his favourite subject, Potions.
Despite the rumours, he had never gone out on a date, nor had he ever kissed a girl. He wasn't ashamed of this, for he found that no girl was worthy of him. After all, he was a rich, smart, good-looking Malfoy, and a seeker in the Slytherin Quidditch team. All the Slytherin girls were either too ugly or too stupid for his liking.
Draco was trying to spot his cousin at the Gryffindor table. He could barely see her but he knew she was laughing along with the youngest Weasley and her friends. Traitor... he thought, but he couldn't get himself to hate her. He had grown quite fond of Discordia during the summer holidays and had been glad to have a little company at the Manor. She was also one of the few people who didn't fear or hate him for what he was or could be. He would have to talk to her and tell her not to get too close to those filthy muggle-lovers.
He got up from the breakfast table and walked out of the hall, followed by Crabbe and Goyle, and made his way to the dungeons. He had double-potions with Professor Snape, one of the only teachers he held in esteem, but not for the reasons most who have thought he did. Most people thought he was glad and willing to follow his father's steps and become a Death Eater, but he wasn't. He very well knew that Snape had once served the Dark Lord and was now a spy for Dumbledore and he admired him for this, even though he did hate the Headmaster. Though he spent most of his time with them, Draco barely talked to the two brutes anymore, unwilling to waste his time with them. They ate together, played Quidditch together, he occasionally helped them with their assignments and was quite glad he had his own room. He didn't think he could stand seeing any more of them than he already did. This had upset them a little at the beginning but they had ascribed it to Mr Malfoy's letters.
« I think Mr Malfoy wants him to pay more attention to his education. » had said Goyle once, when Draco wasn't around.
Snape was in an worse mood than usual and took his anger out on the Gryffindors. The class went rather smoothly, Weasley got some points taken off for falling asleep in class, Scarface lost 5 points because he wasn't paying attention, Longbottom completely messed up his potion and accidentally made his cauldron fall (50 points for being overly callous), ruining the mudblood's robes(10 points for disrupting the class), and he, Draco Malfoy, had done everything perfectly and had earned a few points for his House.
The day had began relatively well but he would wait for it to end, tomorrow was the first Quidditch match of the year, Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
It was only at lunch time that he got to see his cousin. He stopped her as she walked down the corridor with the Weasels towards the hall.
« Surviving your qtay with the muggle-lovers Discordia? » He said, smirking.
« Bien sûr, Cousin, why wouldn't I? » She grinned.
« Oh, well, it's just ... I hear that weasels bite. » he shrugged, looking as innocent as a lamb. This caused Ginny to turn a deep shade of red.
« And I hear that ferrets bounce, is that right? » said the angry red-head.
Draco winced at the memory and glared at her.
« Qu'est-ce-qu'il ya Cousin, What is she speaking about? » inquired the puzzled French witch.
« Mind your own business Weaslette ! »
« Or else? » she snapped defiantly.
« Or else you will pay. I have not forgotten our little encounter in the train, and, believe me, I will not. »
And with that he was gone.
« Cute indeed » muttered Ginny.
« Virginie, you do not understand. I have never see him this angry before but, I assure you, he is not all that bad. It is just the way he was bought up. I know him, he is my cousin and, believe me, he does not want to become his Father. But he has no choice. Il est amer. I think this makes him bitter. »
Discordia had decided to call Ginny « Virginie », the French version of « Virginia » because they both found it nicer.