Draco woke up with a headache and a scowl. He knew he had visitors
without even opening his eyes. He aslo knew who these visitors were, and
that was the cause of his scowl. "How many times," he gorwled, "do I have
to tell you? GO AWAY," With his last two words he opened his eyes and
glared at Harry and Hermione. "Where's Weasley? Didn't he want to pay his
respects, too?" he sneered. Harry frowned. Hermione just looked nervous;
she was fidgeting with the hem of her robes. He grinned nastily. "Whats a
matter, Granger? Scared?" he jerked forward, as if to grab her. Hermione
gasped a little and jumped back. Draco laughed scornfully. Harry scoffed.
"Have fun pretending you're clever, Malfoy?" he retorted. Draco clapped and
mock bowed.
"Bravo, Potter. Is that what you came here to say? Or did you just wish to look upon me?" he fanned at himself. Harry snorted. "I'd sooner kiss a pig," he said. Draco smirked. "Been kissing Grager lately, Potter?" He snickered as Hermione grew red. "I didn't think you'd sink as low as Mudbloods just yet. Weasly, though, is another story. He's already so low he's practically dirt himself!" He watched in staisfaction as first Hermione, then Harry, went redder adn redder, and Harry looked furious. Draco laughed. "Oh, the look on your face is absolutely PRICELESS, Potter. Did I hurt your feelings?" He laughed again. Harry just glared.
"Whats a matter? Mudblood got your tongue?" This time he was ready when Hermione leaned in to slap him. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it, grinning. "Not so slick, Granger." He twisted it harder and let go, snickering as she rubbed her arm, scowling. Harry finally opened his mouth to say something. "We don't have time for this. We just came over to say st- " Draco snorted, interuppting Harry. " 'Stay away from the little Weasley' " he said in mock seriousnes.
His face contorted into a sneer. "Like I'd want to hang around with that little wench anyway. What a waste of space." Harry and Hermione stared at him, shocked. "But...I thought...we thought.." Hermione fumbled. Draco just sneered at her. "That I liked that stupid fluff ball?" He laughed sharply. "I've got better toys to play with now. I don't need that ugly rat to hang around me anymore. You should tell her to back off, I was only joking." he said with an evil grin. "It's not my fault I'm irresistable,"
Harry growled and lunged forward; Draco didn't even flinch. Hermione grabbed Harry by the waist to stop him, and Draco smirked. "Wow, Granger. You surprise me. You're not as stupid as you look," Harry was struggling against Hermione. "Hermione, let GO!" he yelled. Draco say back, enjoying this. "You really are stupid, though, Potter. I mean, do you like death? Because it's coming quickly. Death seems to follow you around, Potter," he remarked casually.
Harry stop sturggling and narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean by that?" he snapped. Draco looked innocent. "Well.....your parents died...because of you, " he added nastily. Harry flinched. "Then you killed Quirrel-" "He was working for You-Know-Who!" Hermione innteruppted. Draco went on. "Then there was the HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, depressing death of Diggory," he paused, as if reflecting. Harry wasn't fighting any more; he wasn't even glaring at Draco. He was just standing there, feeling horrbile.
"Hm...how did Diggory die again?" Draco asked, to no one in particular. "Oh yes....Voldemort killed him, I remember. He was murdered...now...whos fault was it that he was there with Voldemort..." he drifted off, grinning braodly. Harry looked haunted. Hermione glared at Draco. "Harry, he's bluffing. You know it's not your fault he died. It wasn't your fault!" she cried into Harry's deaf ears. "No...he's right. I did kill him. It was my fault," Harry said, saouding agonized. "If I hadn't insisted on him coming...if I hadn't MADE him go...." he looked terrorized by the memory.
Draco smirked. "It WAS your fault, WASN'T it, Potter? YOU made him touch it with you, YOU made him do it, it was ALL YOUR FAULT!" Hermione cried, "No!" But it was too late. Harry ran out of the room. Hermione turned to glare at Draco one more time before she too ran out after Harry. Draco sat back, smirking, satisfied.
"Bravo, Potter. Is that what you came here to say? Or did you just wish to look upon me?" he fanned at himself. Harry snorted. "I'd sooner kiss a pig," he said. Draco smirked. "Been kissing Grager lately, Potter?" He snickered as Hermione grew red. "I didn't think you'd sink as low as Mudbloods just yet. Weasly, though, is another story. He's already so low he's practically dirt himself!" He watched in staisfaction as first Hermione, then Harry, went redder adn redder, and Harry looked furious. Draco laughed. "Oh, the look on your face is absolutely PRICELESS, Potter. Did I hurt your feelings?" He laughed again. Harry just glared.
"Whats a matter? Mudblood got your tongue?" This time he was ready when Hermione leaned in to slap him. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it, grinning. "Not so slick, Granger." He twisted it harder and let go, snickering as she rubbed her arm, scowling. Harry finally opened his mouth to say something. "We don't have time for this. We just came over to say st- " Draco snorted, interuppting Harry. " 'Stay away from the little Weasley' " he said in mock seriousnes.
His face contorted into a sneer. "Like I'd want to hang around with that little wench anyway. What a waste of space." Harry and Hermione stared at him, shocked. "But...I thought...we thought.." Hermione fumbled. Draco just sneered at her. "That I liked that stupid fluff ball?" He laughed sharply. "I've got better toys to play with now. I don't need that ugly rat to hang around me anymore. You should tell her to back off, I was only joking." he said with an evil grin. "It's not my fault I'm irresistable,"
Harry growled and lunged forward; Draco didn't even flinch. Hermione grabbed Harry by the waist to stop him, and Draco smirked. "Wow, Granger. You surprise me. You're not as stupid as you look," Harry was struggling against Hermione. "Hermione, let GO!" he yelled. Draco say back, enjoying this. "You really are stupid, though, Potter. I mean, do you like death? Because it's coming quickly. Death seems to follow you around, Potter," he remarked casually.
Harry stop sturggling and narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean by that?" he snapped. Draco looked innocent. "Well.....your parents died...because of you, " he added nastily. Harry flinched. "Then you killed Quirrel-" "He was working for You-Know-Who!" Hermione innteruppted. Draco went on. "Then there was the HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, depressing death of Diggory," he paused, as if reflecting. Harry wasn't fighting any more; he wasn't even glaring at Draco. He was just standing there, feeling horrbile.
"Hm...how did Diggory die again?" Draco asked, to no one in particular. "Oh yes....Voldemort killed him, I remember. He was murdered...now...whos fault was it that he was there with Voldemort..." he drifted off, grinning braodly. Harry looked haunted. Hermione glared at Draco. "Harry, he's bluffing. You know it's not your fault he died. It wasn't your fault!" she cried into Harry's deaf ears. "No...he's right. I did kill him. It was my fault," Harry said, saouding agonized. "If I hadn't insisted on him coming...if I hadn't MADE him go...." he looked terrorized by the memory.
Draco smirked. "It WAS your fault, WASN'T it, Potter? YOU made him touch it with you, YOU made him do it, it was ALL YOUR FAULT!" Hermione cried, "No!" But it was too late. Harry ran out of the room. Hermione turned to glare at Draco one more time before she too ran out after Harry. Draco sat back, smirking, satisfied.