For I Am A Wicked Child
Horseface
***CHAPTER SEVEN***
In The Shape Of Things To Come
As the days passed by Draco began to wonder what he ever liked about Quidditch. Gunnar held daily practices for Cronus, which was made up of the same 6th year Midnight Quidditch team. Draco often found himself bearing the brunt of these practices, always ending up soaked to the bone by the end of the two hours. The only good thing to come of it was that Professor Marconi seemed to have a lot more faith in Draco as a seeker, after seeing Draco catch the snitch in less than a minute in gale force winds.
The consistent practices paid off in the end however and Draco found that he was more than prepared for the team's first game against Hyperion. Since Durmstrang didn't have any houses, the Quidditch teams were also picked differently. There were only four teams, Hyperion, Cronus, Iapetus and Crius and the players on those teams were selected by four of Durmstrang's professors. Ideally, this was supposed to make the level of skill on each team equal, except everyone knew that the two top teams were Cronus and Iapetus, Marconi and Dimitar's teams.
The game was already decided before the Quaffle was released. The Cronus chasers had already gained a strong lead in the first 9 minutes, before Draco captured the snitch, quickly ending the game before the tenth minute had passed. The final score had ended up being 220 to 30 and Draco's popularity had shot through the roof. Girls clamored for his attention and even the 7th years grudgingly admitted that he did have a certain amount of skill. Draco smirked as he mused over the effects one Quidditch game had in Elite DADA class.
"I should've come to this school a long time ago," he thought.
His reflection was suddenly interrupted when a blue fireball materialized in the middle of the room and the face of the Headmaster, Professor Vertov appeared. Draco had no idea what was going on, but from the look on his face Vertov didn't seem to be too pleased about whatever it was.
"All students are to report to the hall. Immediately," barked Vertov, before the fire extinguished itself.
Draco let his head loll back, grimacing. The rest of the class voiced his inner opinion with moans of complaint.
"At least I get out of class," he thought, as he lazily got up out of his seat and walked with the rest of the class to the hall.
The hall was buzzing with students talking amongst themselves. No one had any clue as to why the assembly had been called. At the same time Draco sat down at his table, where the others were already seated, Vertov entered the hall, unconventionally walking in from the main entrance. The sound of his footsteps echoed as the hall had suddenly fallen completely silent. As he passed by Draco's table, Draco noted that Vertov's face was blank, but the teachers walking behind him looked livid. Upon reaching the staff table, Vertov took his place behind the table, but did not sit down. Narrowing his eyes, he surveyed the room slowly, making eye contact with every student in the hall. Vertov nodded to the back of the hall and two teachers slammed the heavy wooden doors shut, eliciting a few frightened shrieks from various students. Draco looked over at Nikolas who could only reply with an uneasy shrug. A small movement from Damek caught Draco's eye and he looked over to see Damek suppressing what seemed to be a grin. Draco shook his head and turned back to the front of the hall.
"No doubt you are all wondering why you have been called here so suddenly," started Vertov,"Normally I wouldn't call an assembly so abruptly, but these are hardly normal circumstances."
Vertov paused for a moment before continuing.
"A small group of Druden have been set free inside the school."
Draco remained calm as other students around him began talking frantically. A Druden was a female demon that was capable of giving nightmares to sleepers, which doesn't sound too bad, except that the nightmares were very vivid and it was common for victims of the Druden to die in their sleep. Draco knew this because he'd once overheard one of his father's conversations, where he was discussing the best way to 'dispose' of someone without any incriminating evidence. Draco was pretty sure this wasn't just a hypothetical discussion. He turned his attention back to Vertov, who was advising students what to do when confronted with the Druden.
"The dorm rooms have been enchanted to keep out Druden, but at the moment they are still at large. When I find out who is responsible for this…"
Draco unintentionally caught Dimitar's eyes at that moment, and the Professor glared at him suspiciously. Vertov however was eyeing the entire school, who were all being quieter than the dead.
"…I will personally see to their punishment. "
Vertov straightened up. "Now get back to your classes."
Slowly students began filing out of the hall talking worriedly about the Druden, but others were more interested in who had released them in the first place, as well as exactly what Vertov's punishment would entail.
Draco and the others said nothing, but he noticed that Gunnar kept looking at Damek, before clearing his throat while Damek kept his head down and was uncharacteristically quiet. Eventually the group separated, making their ways back to their respective classes, but as Draco was moving up the stairs, Professor Dimitar appeared in front of him.
"Malfoy," said Dimitar, "Follow me."
It was somewhat ironic that Draco found Dimitar's humorless tone to be amusing.
"All right."
Draco followed Dimitar to the first floor and down a long corridor. Draco recognised it as the one from the previous time he had seen Dimitar acting somewhat agitatedly. Dimitar ended up leading Draco to the very same niche in the wall. Inside the niche was a small carving in the wall of an eye in the centre of circle. Dimitar looked over his shoulder at Draco.
"Step back," he commanded.
Draco remained where he was, only moving as the Professor's scowl deepened. Dimitar faced the wall again and quietly whispered something into the wall. However, after playing as Seeker for so many years, Draco's senses had been heightened and he managed to make out that the words, "Oderint dum metuant."
The eye in the circle glowed orange for a moment before turning to stone once again and suddenly, the wall slid open, revealing a small doorway to walk through. Dimitar motioned for Draco to follow him and soon enough Draco had passed through the entrance and the wall slid shut behind him.
"Admodum Lumos."
Several torches on the wall lit up at once and Draco could see that they were in someone's office. The room wasn't that big, but it was able to fit a desk in the centre, which was scattered with papers, quills and jars. Two bookshelves ran along the left and right walls, carrying thick spell books and deadly looking potions. Dimitar took a seat behind his desk. Draco sat down in a black dragon hide leather armchair, casually throwing one arm over the back.
"Nice office Professor. Although, I am confused about all the secrecy. What exactly do you have to hide?" asked Draco, flippantly.
Dimitar wasn't impressed at Draco's attempt at small talk and ignored the question. "You're laughing now Mr. Malfoy, but I doubt you'll be laughing after Vertov sees you."
"Why's that Professor?" asked Draco with false sincerity.
Dimitar chuckled to himself and shook his head. "Mr. Malfoy, the sooner you come clean… the sooner you can face your punishment."
Draco realised that Dimitar thought he had released the Druden. He inwardly sneered as he suspected the only reason Dimitar had looked to Draco to put the blame on was because of the animosity the Professor had towards him. Feigning ignorance Draco said, "I don't understand what you mean. I'm afraid you're going to have to be a bit more specific."
"You know exactly what I mean!" roared Dimitar, suddenly exploding, "I know that you released those Druden, thinking you were soooo clever and funny!!" He paused and looked at Draco with disdain, "You're just like your egotistical father, thinking you can get away with anything."
Draco furrowed his brow. "What do you know about my father?"
Dimitar's face contorted in a cross between a sneer and a grin, as he raised the sleeve of his robes. The Dark Mark was firmly imprinted on his arm. Draco should've known. Dimitar's sadistic tendencies and menacing presence were a dead giveaway.
"Your father thinks he's untouchable just because he's favoured by the Dark Lord," said Dimitar. He turned away from Draco, facing the wall. "Not for long though," he said quietly.
Draco was starting to get uneasy. It was becoming more obvious that being alone in a room with Dimitar as well as being Lucius Malfoy's son wasn't the smartest position to be in. Fortunately, a loud knocking resounded from outside Dimitar's office and the professor went to answer it. As he opened the entrance, Professor Marconi quickly stepped in.
"Professor Dimitar, would you care to explain to me as why Draco is being kept in your office instead of in my class?"
Dimitar's mouth drew into a thin line as he said," I don't see why you need to have bothered leaving your class for one student."
"And I don't see any reason as to why Draco should be here in the first place," retorted Marconi. Dimitar huffed indignantly.
"I have reason to believe that Draco is responsible for releasing the Druden."
"Really," said Marconi, not at all convinced, "And what reason would that be?"
Dimitar didn't have a reply. The faintest sign of a smirk was visible on Professor Marconi's features. He turned his head towards where Draco was sitting.
"Draco, did you release the Druden?"
"No sir, I did not," replied Draco. Marconi nodded and turned back to Dimitar who wasn't at all convinced.
"May I have a word with you outside, Professor?" asked Marconi.
The two teachers both stepped outside, Dimitar giving Draco one last glare as he left. As soon as they'd disappeared from his view, Draco snickered. It was good to know that he wasn't the only one who didn't like Dimitar. As Draco settled back into his chair, something on Dimitar's desk caught his eye. Underneath the many layers of parchment, the corner of a thick book stuck out. Curiously Draco lifted the many papers stacked on top of it and had a look.
It was the same book that Draco had seen Dimitar with the other day. The cover was made from black leather that had faded with age and the patches Draco has seen turned out to be intricate red designs. Standing up to get a closer look, Draco was especially intrigued by the patterns on the cover. The stylized grim and vulture that appeared in the corners were a clear sign that this particular book wasn't for children. In the centre of the cover was an infinity sign with a shortened Lorraine cross directly above it, the alchemical symbol for Brimstone. Discerning from the above details, the book in question was one used for spells, or more specifically, spells pertaining to the darker side of magic. Draco was tempted to read it, but the sound of approaching footsteps warned him the Professor's were making their way back and Draco sat back down, adopting a bored look on his face. Draco glanced over his shoulder and respectfully stood up as Marconi and Dimitar entered the office. Dimitar glared at Draco.
"On your way Malfoy," he spat.
Draco kept his face perfectly blank as he strode past Dimitar. Although Draco was so self assured he would've normally smirked in Dimitar's face, he decided to keep it to himself as Dimitar looked ready to kill and seeing as he was a Deatheater, it was unlikely he'd have any problem with it. Professor Marconi made his exit after Draco and as soon as the two of them were out of Dimitar's office, the wall swiftly slammed shut.
Draco turned to Marconi and grinned.
"Why Professor, I didn't know you cared so much."
"I didn't do it for you," replied Marconi, seriously "I did it for Cronus. Dimitar's had it in for the team ever since last year when we managed to win the final even though his team Iapetus caught the snitch."
The two of them began walking down the hallway to Marconi's classroom.
"It's unfortunate that not only does he have a grudge against your father, you happen to be my new seeker." Professor Marconi smiled smugly, "But it's not totally devoid of humour."
As the two of them reached the door to Marconi's classroom, the teacher stopped Draco before he went in.
"Be careful Draco," advised Marconi, "No doubt there are some who would benefit from your downfall."
He paused before adding, "And I don't want to have to look for another seeker."
Opening the door, Professor Marconi stepped inside the classroom, where the students were practising spells for exposing objects that had been magically hidden. Draco remained outside, casting a glance down the hall in the direction of Dimitar's office. Resolving to watch his back more carefully from now on, Draco went inside.
After the class had finished, Draco left with Elisabet and Nikolas. The three of them were making their way down the hall to the link leading to the dorms when Professor Safford, Draco's Dark Art's teacher, directed them to the staircase.
"You'll have to make your way to the dorms on the ground floor. There's a Druden near the link on this floor and we can't have students going down there until we contain it," explained Safford.
Grudgingly they obliged and began to make their way down the staircase. As the three continued descending, Draco spotted that girl Monika below them, standing near the side of the staircase. She seemed to be in some sort of an argument with two of her friends. Draco held up his hand, gesturing for the others to stop as he moved closer to hear what they were talking about. Placing his hands on the rail, he leaned over slightly so he could eavesdrop better.
"… You just can't. We're not trying to be mean ok? Its just… look at who he hangs out with," said one of her friends. The other one nodded in agreement.
"She's right. I mean, I can see why you'd like him though. What with that silvery blonde hair and those gorgeous blue eyes…"
It didn't take a mind reading charm to figure out whom they were talking about. Draco smirked at the girl's appreciative description.
"Oh please," muttered Nikolas, rolling his eyes.
"Jealous?" said Draco, pretending to act sympathetic.
Nikolas sneered, "Oh shut up."
Draco looked back to where the girl was still talking about him.
"And perfect bone structure and he's got that GREAT seeker build… Ow!"
A sharp nudge from her friend and a stern look quickly got the girl to stop rambling and get back to the point, "But what I mean to say is, judging from his friends he's not exactly the nicest guy at Durmstrang."
Monika folded her arms resentfully, "How would you know? You're probably too preoccupied with his looks to notice anything else."
As her friend flushed a deep crimson, the other girl tried to talk to her, "Look, Mon, you don't need to get defensive. We really are only trying to look out for you. I mean… you don't even know Draco."
Monika sighed heavily and put her head in her hands for a moment. She looked up at her friends, running her hands over her hair and down to rest on her neck.
"You don't understand. I might not have talked to him much but, well… I mean he's… look there's just something about him ok? Whenever I see him, I… I completely lose my composure and I can't think." She sighed again and looked away pensively.
"It's too hard to explain."
"Try."
Monika jerked her head up towards the staircase where Draco was smirking down at her. Draco watched amusedly as Monika stared at him in horrified shock, before quickly fleeing with her friends going after her. Elisabet had a slight smile on her face as she watched Monika flee. She turned towards Draco and gave him a rare smile of approval. Nikolas, however, was watching Monika run away with a look of worry.
Draco shook his head disapprovingly.
"What is it?" said Draco, in a tone more associated with contempt than concern.
"Was that really necessary?" frowned Nikolas.
"Well if you're so worried about it, feel free to go after her and wipe away her tears of lamentation," mocked Draco. He scoffed, before adding, "It's not like I'm about to do so anytime soon."
Inner conflict was etched on Nikolas' face and Draco raised an eyebrow at him. Nikolas closed his eyes resignedly, nodding slowly. Draco smirked and together the three of them made their way to the dorms, with Draco leading them.
By nightfall, the staff had rounded up most of the Druden but there were still a few at large. Although the dorms had been magically protected many of the students were still too uneasy to think about going to sleep. Draco wasn't particularly concerned with the demons, but with all the chaos going on around him, it didn't seem he would get the opportunity to sleep anyway. Instead he stayed in the common room, choosing to read a book. He was just beginning to get into it when Damek leaned over the back of his chair and in a drawling voice said, "Maaaalfoooooy."
"Damek," replied Draco. He continued reading and without looking up, he said, "Enjoying the effect your Druden have had on the school?"
"Uh…"
Damek had been caught off guard.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, you're a terrible liar," quipped Draco.
"Hey! I am innoce… oh screw it," said Damek, giving up all pretenses. "How'd you know?"
"I told you," said Draco, "You're a terrible liar."
Draco glanced up at the sound of laughter. All the other boys from Cronus were there, with broomsticks. Draco's face scrunched up. He really wasn't in the mood to play Midnight Quidditch at the moment.
"Don't tell me we're playing the 7th year's again."
Gunnar crinkled his nose and shook his head. "Not tonight. You interested in a raid?"
Draco shrugged and turned another page in his book. "That all depends. Where are you planning to go?"
Gunnar grinned, "Girls dorms."
Draco looked back at him in disdain. He'd gotten over raiding girls dorms in 4th year. At Hogwarts there didn't seem any point seeing as how they were a few metres away. Now that the prospect had presented itself again, it was a case of 'Been there, Done That and Don't Plan On Doing It Again Anytime Soon.'
Draco shook his head, "That's far too beneath me."
Several Come on Draco's were said and Gunnar put his hand on his hips.
"Come on. It'll be fun."
Draco shook his head again. "Not interested." Then as an afterthought he added, "Don't drag me along just because you want to visit your girlfriend."
Gunnar's mouth tightened at that remark. "Fine," he said, "You leave me no choice. If you don't go, I'll play Ivan as seeker in the next game."
Ivan's cry of outrage was ignored as Draco stared back coolly at Gunnar.
"Are you blackmailing me?"
Gunnar nodded haughtily, "Yes I am."
There didn't seem to be any other way out. Draco scowled, disgusted with himself for getting dragged into this.
"Fine."
Gunnar grinned cheekily. "On your broom then."
As Gunnar knocked on the window to the girls' dorms and the boys hovered on their brooms outside, Draco's face reflected his feelings of disgruntlement. The curtains in the window were drawn back and a girl's head appeared. As soon as she caught sight of Gunnar she shrieked and quickly pulled the curtains back into place. Soon several shrieks could be heard inside the room, only serving to increase Draco's sentiments of annoyance. He was just about to turn his broom around and go back when someone opened the window letting the boys in. Reluctantly Draco entered the dorm. It was similar to the layout of the boys' dorms except the colours used to decorate the room were warmer and the fire pillars were placed in the corners of the room. Gunnar was talking to one girl Draco recognised as having been at the Midnight Quidditch game.
"Where's Elisabet?" he asked.
The girl bit her lip thoughtfully, "I think she's in her room."
Pointing her head towards the area where the rooms were, she yelled, "ELISABET!! You've got a visitor!" She looked back at the boys, who were all making themselves comfortable on the couches.
"Several in fact."
As the girl's eyes roamed over the faces of the boys, they came to a halt as she noticed Draco. "Draco Malfoy?" she asked.
Draco smirked, "You seem surprised."
The girl shook her head, smiling, " I didn't think you'd be the type to raid."
"I'm not," countered Draco, "but Gunnar is…" he paused as he searched for the right words, "persuasive."
The girl laughed at his description of Gunnar, "Diplomatic choice of words."
"All right, that's enough," said Gunnar, interjecting and thus successfully turning the conversation off him, "Draco, this is Greta. Greta, you obviously know who Draco is."
Greta nodded patronisingly at him. "Yes Gunnar. You're right."
"That's a first."
Draco looked over to see Elisabet standing to one side, wearing a mid length cotton night robe. Gunnar stood up and walked over to her, sliding his hands around her waist and bringing his head down to hers. After exchanging a few words, the two of them began to make their way back to the dorm rooms. Draco's eyes widened slightly. Seems the raid wasn't the only thing Gunnar had planned.
"By the way Draco," said Greta, "That was impressive how you captured the snitch."
Draco smirked, "Are you talking about last week or the 'other' game?"
Greta grinned sheepishly, "You saw me there?"
Draco nodded. Andres, who sitting beside him, gave Draco a quick nudge and said, "Don't be deceived by her Draco. She's with the enemy."
He was silenced by a cushion that was sent his way, courtesy of Greta.
"I stand by my choice," she said, "My boyfriend's a much better chaser than anyone on Cronus. And 7th year boys are so much better than 6th years."
"Not at everything," retorted Draco. As Greta laughed at his suggestive comment, another girl appeared from the dorm rooms.
"Urgh," said Greta, "It's Monika."
Monika was scratching her head, looking confused at the sight of boys in the common room, before she met eyes with Draco. She froze as he looked at her boredly, before giving her the once over and smirking. Monika looked down at herself and realised the state of dishevelment she was in. With a shriek, she scurried back to the dorms. Greta watched her go and then looked back at Draco before bursting into laughter, "So you're the guy she likes!!!"
"Bloody hell," cursed Draco as Greta clutched her shaking sides. Beginning to calm down, Greta held up her hand as a gesture of apology, "Sorry. It's just… well she's been acting like such a ditz these past couple of weeks. She's always prancing around in a daze, bumping into things. And come to think of it… she's been sketching lots of pictures of dragons with hearts around them."
"Oh, that's wonderful to hear just how serious her obsession with me is," said Draco sarcastically.
Greta giggled again, "She really likes you though."
Draco shrugged, "I could care less."
Greta grinned maliciously.
"Oh Draco. It's a pity you're in 6th year."
The night drew on and slowly the common room grew emptier as boys flew back to the dorms and girls went to sleep. Greta, herself had just left to go to sleep and Draco was currently sitting with his feet up on the couch, too tired to fly back to his room. Shutting his eyes, he soon felt a presence standing over him. As he lazily opened his eyes to find himself staring at Elisabet, he also took note of her appearance. She wasn't wearing anything on her feet and her unruly hair matched her night robe, which seemed to be haphazardly thrown on. He closed his eyes again.
"You look… worn out," said Draco, emphasising the last two words. Elisabet scoffed.
"Your wit is astoundingly not funny," she retorted, before yanking his legs off the couch. Draco's eyes snapped open and he would've moved his feet back to where they were, except Elisabet was now occupying the space.
"Enjoy your little conversation with Greta?" asked Elisabet.
"Immensely," replied Draco, his voice lacking the enthusiasm to back up his words, "Her company's actually enjoyable, unlike some other people I know."
"Yeah," said Elisabet, nodding her head thoughtfully "I can't stand Ivan either."
Draco turned to look at her, as she smiled impishly. He turned away, with a small conceding smile. It was surprising to see her so off guard and relaxed for once. He watched as Elisabet leaned over and grabbed a dark velvet bag off the small table in front of the couch. Raising it up so that it was beside her head, she turned to Draco and shook the bag up and down. "Want me to read your fortune?"
Draco stared at her in surprise. He really wasn't used to this side of her. Then again it was only the second time he'd been alone with her, and the other time didn't count seeing as how they were hiding out in a Quidditch stand. He shook his head, declining her offer. Elisabet brought the bag down into her other hand.
"Come on," she pleaded. She raised a hand and made a wiping motion with it, acting as though she were in a trance, "I can see… into the future…"
Draco was too stuffed to be bothered arguing about something so trivial. "Yeah, all right then."
Elisabet began to roll the bag over in her hands. Draco's thoughts wandered back to what she had said earlier about Ivan. Deciding this was as good a time as any he asked, "Did you really attach Ivan to the bed?"
"No," replied Elisabet indignantly. A moment passed before she smiled slyly and said, "I got Damek to do it for me."
After turning the bag over one final time, Elisabet began to untie the cords that bound the top of the bag closed. Draco's eyes lazily followed her as she moved over to the rug and sat down. Holding the bag in one hand, she quickly smoothed over the rug with the other before she gestured for Draco to come sit down with her.
"You have to cast the runes yourself."
Draco reluctantly got up and sat down beside her. Taking the bag from her, he halfheartedly poured the runes out of the bag and onto the rug. Elisabet rolled her eyes at Draco's lack of enthusiasm. Moving her legs so that she could rest her head on one knee, she looked down at the runes and began to decipher their meanings. Draco reclined back onto his elbows. The quiet atmosphere and warmth of the room was actually quite relaxing, not to mention Elisabet's different attitude and the fact she wasn't acting like an ice queen. Draco suddenly felt a lot more comfortable with expressing whatever was on his mind. "I wasn't aware that you took Divination," he said.
Elisabet shrugged, "I don't take it anymore. My father felt it was best if I broadened my choice of subjects."
Draco raised his eyebrows at her.
"Your father hmm?" questioned Draco, in pseudo interest. The memory of the night when she'd ridiculed his own father was brought back to his mind and the fact that it had now been spun around on her was highly entertaining. Elisabet's head snapped towards his as the recollection of the same memory hit her. Biting her lip, she smiled guiltily and turned back to the runes.
"Yes. My Father."
Draco was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Oh the irony of it all."
He looked over at Elisabet who just huffed and pursed her lips together. After seeing her reaction, Draco continued pushing the topic, "So why did… your father make you drop it, seeing as you obviously like it so much?"
"We can't do everything we want," she said quietly. For a moment that distant look she wore so often appeared in her eyes again. The look was gone as soon as she blinked and said, "And he doesn't believe in fate."
Draco couldn't help sniggering. His father shared the same belief. It seemed most wealthy men liked to think they had gotten where they were on their own and not because of some divine higher power. Draco briefly wondered if he would ever get to be that arrogant. Draco looked back at Elisabet.
"What do you believe?" he asked.
Elisabet didn't meet his eyes as she softly said, "We can't avoid our destiny."
Draco momentarily wondered if there was more meaning in her words. Looking back at the Runes he decided to get back to the reason why he was lying on the floor.
"But it seems you can delay destiny. Are you finished yet? Honestly, the future will have already happened by the time you get around to predicting it."
Elisabet glared at him before she began to read the Runes.
"Something's going to happen to you in the future. It's hard to say if it's good or bad, because the Ansuz rune is reversed, showing lies and deceit but the Teiwaz rune has also been cast, which stands for justice. Both the sowelu and Gebo show strengthening and significant partnership. The next rune… Raido, symbolises a journey, which may be spiritual. But this…"
Elisabet moved her hand towards a rune bearing no symbol of any sort.
"The Wyrd stone has also been cast. It's the symbol for universal unknowing and unchangeable."
She flicked her gaze back at Draco.
"Something will happen that you have no control over."
Draco stared at her blankly.
"Are you telling me," he began, "that my future's unknown?"
Elisabet tried not to smile as she nodded. Draco scowled, annoyed at the stupidity in the whole thing. He grabbed a handful of runes and chucked them towards the wall.
"Relax Draco," said Elisabet as she moved closer to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder she said, "It's only magic."
Draco looked back at her sneeringly, "Shouldn't you go back to bed? I think Gunnar's getting lonely."
Elisabet leaned back and stared at Draco, her gaze scrutinising.
"Don't talk about him to me," she said, the cold tone returning to her voice, "You don't know anything about us."
Draco stared at Elisabet, suddenly aware of what was so blatantly obvious.
"You don't like him, do you?" he asked. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed that Elisabet merely felt obliged to be with Gunnar. Elisabet glared at Draco.
"Why are you so concerned with my personal life? I do believe that you have your own matters to deal with, concerning a girl who believes there's just… something about you that she can't explain."
Draco scowled at the mention of Monika. Elisabet continued for the sole reason that she was pissing Draco off, "She's quite rich you know. Her father has a couple of hundred shares in WWN. And she's so pretty and just ever so smart. You're lucky that's she's interested in you Draco. It's quite an honour."
The only thing that was more annoying than what Elisabet said was the bubbly sweet voice with which she had said it.
"Then why, may I ask," asked Draco, irritatedly, "do you hate her?"
"Oh," said Elisabet, casually, "because she's a half blood."
NB- And… that's about the nicest Draco's going to get. Hope you weren't too bored. Big thanks to everyone who reviewed. With all sincerity it's really encouraging. I say that now because in the next chapter Draco takes a turn for the worst. I'm talking scheming, discrimination… in short Draco's a very naughty boy. Maybe I should up the rating.