Author: OBseSs3D
Title: Slytherins in Gryffindor
Chapter Three: Who's with me?
Rating: PG
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"So, who's with me?"
Everyone looked at each other uncertainly. No one wanted to get into trouble if they happened to be caught. And of course, no one wanted to sit around in detention with Professor McGonagall. But they were indeed tired of Gryffindor winning every year. They were Slytherins, Purebloods! No pure-blood should have to deal with the ear-splitting cheers of the disgustingly mixed group of Gryffindor; which let everyone in their house, Mudbloods and all. Unbelievable, but that's the best Gryffindor could have hoped for.
Every boy in the mildly crowded common room readily agreed. All the older girls chorused, "We're with you, Malfoy." One girl added, "But you had better make this work. If we get caught, we're all turning our backs on you and ratting you out."
At this, Malfoy only smirked.
Seeing the older girls voluntarily join forces with Malfoy, without having to witness another of their 'friends' turned into stone and dust, the younger girls cautiously raised their hands to show that they too would help Malfoy in any way they could.
"Great," he said partly to himself. "Just great."
With that, he, accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle as usual, sauntered out of the common room.
In the corridor, Crabbe made an inquiry. "What happened to that girl, Julie?"
Goyle stated the obvious, "She got turned into cinders."
Crabbe continued, "I saw that, Goyle. But where did she go? Is she dead?"
Malfoy, who had stayed silent during the conversation, sighed and then spoke up, "Honestly, did you really think that I would be stupid enough to have the professors notice her absence and then start questioning people?! Then one of those brainless second years would probably blurt out what I had done." A smile played on his lips. "No, instead, me being the mastermind that I am, she will only remain ashes for a couple of hours. I just needed to convince the girls that they were right to aid me. Plus, that Julie had no right to doubt my intelligence. She had the nerve to think Snape wouldn't help us."
Crabbe was puzzled. "But he won't."
Malfoy exhaled noisily, "Crabbe, Crabbe, Crabbe. Always asking questions. But I guess that shows that your brain is developing. How amazing. More than Goyle's brain can do."
'Such big words,' Goyle thought to himself.
Malfoy drawled on, "Would you like to join Julie? Except, of course, you would be on the floor of this corridor, instead of the common room. And if Mr. Finch happened to come along, cleaning, and sweep you into a dustpan, who knows where you'll end up when you change back into your useless human form?"
Crabbe decided to stay silent.
Malfoy continued, "You really want to know about how Snape could even possibly want to help us, despite the fact that he's a professor? Fine. I'll tell you." He paused, "My father is a very convincing man when he wants to be."
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