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33 Houseism
As he took Cassandra in his arms, Draco felt his eyes growing damp. He was so relieved that she was alive and seemed to be regaining consciousness.
"Let me see her, I need to check her and see if she's alright." Madame Pomfrey came over and attempted to push Draco away from the bed as the cat flew skittering across the room.
"Back off Bitch, give me a second here." Draco angrily struck out at her as he brushed his lips over Cassandra's forehead. "Jesus Christ, no respect here."
"20 points Mr. Malfoy!" She squawked at the irate teen.
"Fuck it, "he snarled back "take 50 for fun! Pack of bullshit "houseism" this place is. Potter gets injured last year and pretty much every fuckin Gryffindor in the castle is up here, and I get this."
He left the infirmary with a major crash of the door behind him. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice snickered that he could have woken the dead with that door slam, and wondered if Professor Snape had been pulled from his state. It would be ironic. Hopefully his head of house would be back soon, it might be the only thing that would save the school - the bullshit was getting overwhelming. He stormed down the various staircases, and Peeves flew out of a wall towards him, saw the look on Draco's face and took off as fast as he could.
He had to get something from his chambers, and it was important. He also had a visit to Cassandra's room, and hoped that she didn't have any wards up. He had messed with one of Snape's wards once, and had been seriously screwed up for weeks, the worst of it being that he couldn't tell anyone what was wrong or why. Nothing quite like being electrocuted, stunned and thrown back 10 feet into a stone wall to set you on edge. However, in Cassandra's case it was worth the risk.
He waved his wand over the entrance to his rooms and the door flew open in front of him as the torches blazed. Rummaging through his trunk he pulled out one of the few decent gifts his father had ever given him. Gifts always came with a price, and you would pay it at one point or another. The cloak was velvety to the touch, and yet feather light. He threw it over his shoulders and drew the hood up over his head, setting out on his next task, up the stairs and to the right to Cassandra's room.
He flicked his wand at the door, however it remained the same. No wards. This was too easy. Pulling the hood off his head, he reached over and turned the handle. He wasn't expecting the sight that met his eyes when the door opened.
He briefly had time to notice the state of disarray in Cassandra's chambers before the spell hit him and he knew no more.
"Minerva, I don't quite believe that this was who we expected to return to Miss Caliga's chambers, and I know for a fact that he was not the one to search through her belongings and destroy the room. He only left the infirmary about 15 minutes ago according to Poppy. I think that you should wake him up so he can explain his actions."
"You're right Albus, but what was he doing going into her room with of all things an invisibility cloak? I mean really, they are on Filtch's list of banned objects in the castle, she should confiscate it until the end of the year."
"Then I believe we would have to add extra rooms onto the castle in order to accommodate for the overwhelming number of banned items which I know are being held in the school at this point in time. WE would be opening up a Pixie's Box, and I just don't feel it would be prudent." The headmaster's eyes twinkled at her as her lips tightened and thinned out more than usual.
She cleared her throat in annoyance, and then waved her wand over the prone figure on the floor and sniped "Enervate!" Draco lay there unmoving, and as the Head of Gryffindor leant over him to ensure that the boy was alright, he whipped his wand out and hexed her with an outraged "Petrificus Totalus!" The shocked marm fell over backwards and Draco was on his feet wand trained on Dumbledore in one fluid movement.
"Who are you?" He shouted out "What are you doing in my girl's room! Answer quickly; I have an itchy wand hand. I don't believe that you are the Headmaster, and if you are one of my father's Motherfucking Cronies I guarantee you I don't mind illegal curses any less than you do! Speak quickly, my tempers short."
"Mr. Malfoy, I guarantee you that I am indeed Albus Andorian Dumbledore, and that I am no Death Eater. We have been waiting for the perpetrator to return as I do not think that he found what he wanted. I also know that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley were not as saintly as they appeared earlier on today. If that is not proof enough, then I can continue. However, if I were in your position I should wish to leave BEFORE Professor McGonagall is returned to her former state."
Draco's wand wavered momentarily. Perhaps this was a serious mistake. It was good to know however that he could come back up fighting. That would come in handy one day. He stood there warily eyeing the old man.
"I should also want to know, if I were in your position, that not only has Cassandra Caliga awakened, but so has your Head of House."
With that, Draco paled and spun on his heel down the hallways back towards the infirmary. Chuckling to himself and impressed at the boys tenacity if not his language, Head Master Albus Dumbledore prepared to reverse the spell on Minerva McGonagall, dreading the tirade he knew he was about to receive.
33 Houseism
As he took Cassandra in his arms, Draco felt his eyes growing damp. He was so relieved that she was alive and seemed to be regaining consciousness.
"Let me see her, I need to check her and see if she's alright." Madame Pomfrey came over and attempted to push Draco away from the bed as the cat flew skittering across the room.
"Back off Bitch, give me a second here." Draco angrily struck out at her as he brushed his lips over Cassandra's forehead. "Jesus Christ, no respect here."
"20 points Mr. Malfoy!" She squawked at the irate teen.
"Fuck it, "he snarled back "take 50 for fun! Pack of bullshit "houseism" this place is. Potter gets injured last year and pretty much every fuckin Gryffindor in the castle is up here, and I get this."
He left the infirmary with a major crash of the door behind him. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice snickered that he could have woken the dead with that door slam, and wondered if Professor Snape had been pulled from his state. It would be ironic. Hopefully his head of house would be back soon, it might be the only thing that would save the school - the bullshit was getting overwhelming. He stormed down the various staircases, and Peeves flew out of a wall towards him, saw the look on Draco's face and took off as fast as he could.
He had to get something from his chambers, and it was important. He also had a visit to Cassandra's room, and hoped that she didn't have any wards up. He had messed with one of Snape's wards once, and had been seriously screwed up for weeks, the worst of it being that he couldn't tell anyone what was wrong or why. Nothing quite like being electrocuted, stunned and thrown back 10 feet into a stone wall to set you on edge. However, in Cassandra's case it was worth the risk.
He waved his wand over the entrance to his rooms and the door flew open in front of him as the torches blazed. Rummaging through his trunk he pulled out one of the few decent gifts his father had ever given him. Gifts always came with a price, and you would pay it at one point or another. The cloak was velvety to the touch, and yet feather light. He threw it over his shoulders and drew the hood up over his head, setting out on his next task, up the stairs and to the right to Cassandra's room.
He flicked his wand at the door, however it remained the same. No wards. This was too easy. Pulling the hood off his head, he reached over and turned the handle. He wasn't expecting the sight that met his eyes when the door opened.
He briefly had time to notice the state of disarray in Cassandra's chambers before the spell hit him and he knew no more.
"Minerva, I don't quite believe that this was who we expected to return to Miss Caliga's chambers, and I know for a fact that he was not the one to search through her belongings and destroy the room. He only left the infirmary about 15 minutes ago according to Poppy. I think that you should wake him up so he can explain his actions."
"You're right Albus, but what was he doing going into her room with of all things an invisibility cloak? I mean really, they are on Filtch's list of banned objects in the castle, she should confiscate it until the end of the year."
"Then I believe we would have to add extra rooms onto the castle in order to accommodate for the overwhelming number of banned items which I know are being held in the school at this point in time. WE would be opening up a Pixie's Box, and I just don't feel it would be prudent." The headmaster's eyes twinkled at her as her lips tightened and thinned out more than usual.
She cleared her throat in annoyance, and then waved her wand over the prone figure on the floor and sniped "Enervate!" Draco lay there unmoving, and as the Head of Gryffindor leant over him to ensure that the boy was alright, he whipped his wand out and hexed her with an outraged "Petrificus Totalus!" The shocked marm fell over backwards and Draco was on his feet wand trained on Dumbledore in one fluid movement.
"Who are you?" He shouted out "What are you doing in my girl's room! Answer quickly; I have an itchy wand hand. I don't believe that you are the Headmaster, and if you are one of my father's Motherfucking Cronies I guarantee you I don't mind illegal curses any less than you do! Speak quickly, my tempers short."
"Mr. Malfoy, I guarantee you that I am indeed Albus Andorian Dumbledore, and that I am no Death Eater. We have been waiting for the perpetrator to return as I do not think that he found what he wanted. I also know that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley were not as saintly as they appeared earlier on today. If that is not proof enough, then I can continue. However, if I were in your position I should wish to leave BEFORE Professor McGonagall is returned to her former state."
Draco's wand wavered momentarily. Perhaps this was a serious mistake. It was good to know however that he could come back up fighting. That would come in handy one day. He stood there warily eyeing the old man.
"I should also want to know, if I were in your position, that not only has Cassandra Caliga awakened, but so has your Head of House."
With that, Draco paled and spun on his heel down the hallways back towards the infirmary. Chuckling to himself and impressed at the boys tenacity if not his language, Head Master Albus Dumbledore prepared to reverse the spell on Minerva McGonagall, dreading the tirade he knew he was about to receive.