Characters borrowed by: Perpetual Thoughts and Meaning
Disastrous Dragon
"I know you best, better than one might think. I know you better than I know myself. It's time for you to make a sacrifice. It's time to die a little. Give it up."-Part of me, Tool
Previously on DD:
"Malfoy, you're a conceited bastard…" She muttered under her breath, Draco smirked cruelly at her, interlacing of his arms with her own.
"Act," he mouthed at her startled expression.
"Malfoy! What the hell!"
Granger stood on her tiptoes and kissed Draco's cheek, and Draco commanded himself not to look disgusted, which was very hard to do.
"Bye, boyfriend of mine," she said softly, walking past Goldstein and Cho, a little bounce in her step, which Draco noticed with a mild smirk. This bit of information might come in handy! he thought, turning back to step through the open Slytherin portrait with a little plan forming in his head…
Chapter two: If she Dares to Struggle…
Draco was not aware of what really happened the day before, but he had no time to think about it now, he was in his room in the cabin, and it was decorated with Slytherin colours…
Granger decorated my room… He thought groggily, and glanced down at his clock to see it was about 11:41 AM.
"Damn, I slept late again!" he muttered, and he settled his hands under his head, scowling deeply.
"It's Sunday, Malfoy…"
Sunday was when Father found out…
No, the girl, she is like a Bludger to the head…
I think she has staring problems.
Definitely…
Hermione was smiling at him, and his grey eyes darkened at the sight of her, her hair was frizzy and in tufts, like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, or whatever Muggles called those things.
"Granger, you hair seems to always have a life of its own…" he commented icily, and her dark eyes widened with anger.
"Well, at least mine is not falling out!"
Ouch…
"Granger, my dear, sweet, cherished Mudblood… I know you can make up a better insult than that," Draco said coolly, and Hermione stomped over to his bed.
"You are the most obnoxious egoistic bastard! I was trying to be civil, Malfoy!" she exclaimed and Draco eyed her warily as she plopped down on his bed.
Granger was wearing a baggy black shirt over white shapeless pants, and she had a crimson ribbon tied around her right wrist.
Don't you dare say a word!
What do you mean?
The- the ribbon…
Yeah, your mum wore a ribbon-
SHUT IT!
Draco was wearing his black pyjamas, the ones with the silver snake on his shirt, and he had used a spell to make his finger nails black, which were intertwined and resting on his lap. He was still mourning, if you could believe… Black was his default colour, anyway, he never liked it, but now it just represented his feelings.
"I am not sorry, and I also have every right to state that, because it is the truth," Draco replied, and Hermione had her head turned toward him, her chocolate eyes narrowed in anger.
"Well, Malfoy, what makes you think we care about your opinion? You are just a bloody Death Eater…" She spat, Draco found it hard to suppress a laugh, he pulled up his shirtsleeves, and he felt Hermione's eyes wander over his pale arm where the Mark was.
"I could kill you with two fingers, Mudblood," he spat icily, and he watched her scoot away from him, her eyes wide with a new emotion: apprehension.
Make it stop, stop it, Granger!
Damn it, soon I'm gonna be seeing things…
Fuck it, her eyes are just so penetrating…
Make it stop, oh, Merlin!
"You-- you wouldn't!"
Oh, how she was so enjoyable to frighten…
"And why wouldn't I, you pitiless little Mudblood?" he asked her as he leaned forward, gazing into her chocolate eyes, his dark grey ones penetrating her soul; he could see her dread, he could see her clearly shaking, and he knew she wouldn't be able to move.
"You would be sent to Azkaban, otherwise Harry and Ron would slaughter you!" she tried again, and he smirked at her struggle for words.
Azkaban… Hmm, wonder what it's like…
If I knew where your origin was, I would kill you!
Don't you wonder, though?
It doesn't interest me…
"Do you think I would still be here by then, Granger? Oh, and I just have one word for you…" He paused as he reached for his wand, his grey eyes glued to her chocolate ones.
"Out."
Hermione's eyes darkened, and he smirked evilly at her, and was close enough to see the sand still in her eyes.
"Why should I? I don't have to do anything you say, ferret!"
Draco held his head back and laughed coldly and maliciously, his platinum locks flying around him maddeningly.
See? You're going mad!
I want to rip her fucking eyes out…
You never laugh…
It's an evil laugh, aren't I entitled to that?
Evil… I suppose.
"Oh, don't you think that's getting a bit old, Granger?" he asked the now positively frightened 17 year old, and she turned her face away from him. Draco smirked pointedly, before lying back on his bed and shutting his eyes slowly.
"Damn you, Malfoy!" he felt her stand and put his fingers into his ears just before she slammed his door behind her.
"Good day, Mudblood…"
He cackled coldly, unable to contain himself.
…
Draco strode out of the random broom closet, his usual black robes flowing behind him, his emotionless mask over his true annoyance, his hands shoved into his pants pockets.
They were talking about him, again…
"Filthy, the whole lot of them," he muttered to himself as he walked toward the Slytherin common room, his hostile eyes gazing straight ahead, though he could practically quote on any exchange.
"His eyes are cold!"
"Do you think the Granger girl slapped him, again?"
"He's practically seething…"
"Damn, he frightens me! Do you see his fists shaking?"
"Filthy Mudbloods," he murmured to the portrait, and stomped inside the dungeons once it opened.
Draco went straight up to the boy's dorms, where no one would be, since a lot of the Slytherin guys were in the Slytherin girl's dorms.
"Ah, here it is…" He murmured to himself once he reached his trunk and sorted through it once he had opened the six clasps, and his fingers found his quills and parchment.
Draco had felt an urge to write since he had those damned eyes had been following him, and now he could pour out all his frustrations on his parchment.
I'm too old for this,
If I dare see those cold eyes once more I'll go mental.
All these disturbances just stir me up even more,
Critically accurate, it must have been planned all out…
Her eyes are just pointless orbs…
She's shouting it repeatedly,
Like an invisible nuisance, only she can speak.
I could retort heatedly,
But I find myself far too weak…
"Malfoy, what are you doing?"
Draco glanced from his poetry to see Blaise Zabini glaring at him from the doorway.
"What do you want, you man whore?" Draco spat out, and Zabini rolled his sapphire eyes at him.
"We have a match with Ravenclaw in two days, you need to practice for Quidditch," he stated with pure annoyance.
"Why does it matter? Potter's little turds are going to beat us in the long run," Draco said bitterly and set his poetry and quills in his trunk and plopped back down on his bed.
"If we train, Malfoy, we might just have a chance!"
Draco snorted and untied his shoes, and felt Zabini's furious stare upon him.
"We have no chance at anything," Draco replied and slid under the black covers of his bed, still decked in his robes.
"Are you always this fucking pessimistic?!"
Yes, are you?
You know that better than anyone else, conscience.
Will you admit it to yourself?
It's just me, it's just who I am.
"Yes, in fact I am," Draco replied and clapped his hands before the room fell into shadow.
Quidditch Practice-- Next day, 5:30 PM
"We will be practicing diving, catching, throwing, and most importantly, concentration," Flint, who had failed another year, again, stated coolly, and Draco stood beside a tall blond boy, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Why should we? Those damned Gryffindors would beat us, anyway!" The blond beside him shouted, and Draco nodded in agreement.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking," Draco murmured, and the boy smirked lightly.
"So? These are the Ravenclaws!" Flint tried again, and Draco looked over at the team, his permanent scowl on his face.
"The Gryffindors are arriving," Millicent grumbled, and Draco scowled.
"Let's just go, before they take the field over," Draco suggested, and the team nodded, and Zabini carried their Quidditch trunk to the middle of the pitch.
"Hey! What are you lot doing?" Potter, the Gryffindor Quidditch caption yelled, and Draco raised his eyebrows at Granger, who was climbing up the stands where the audience sat to watch.
"Great, it's second year all over again," Draco grumbled and glared icily at his rivals.
Spite? An emotion?
I hate them…
Hate isn't the best emotion, y'know.
They fucking beat me every year at Quidditch!
Oh, so you're jealous?
Draco groaned, his internal argument becoming worse by the minute while his teammates were fighting with the Gryffindors.
"Make it stop, make it stop…" He was mumbling and clasped his hands over his ears.
He watched numbly as Professor McGonagall walked out of the catacombs with a parchment clenched in her right hand.
"We are all damned," he muttered, and as he fought a battle of his own, the Granger girl ran down from the stands to join the Gryffindors beside Weasley the 6th.
Zabini had slung their trunk at Potter and knocked him unconscious, and McGonagall was ticking off house points.
"Stop it, stop…" He murmured, and he shut his eyes tightly, but that only made it worse, because now he saw vivid images of his mother smiling…
...
"Malfoy? Malfoy!"
A girl's voice…
Sounds worried, panicky…
Perhaps it's Pansy?
Draco felt a warm hand touch his face and his eyes snapped open to gaze into Hermione's chocolate coloured ones.
"Get the fuck away from me," he rasped and pushed the bending girl away, and he had to take a minute to observe around him. Like a muggle light bulb, the world around him shined in his face; as if insulting him...
The hospital wing.
Hermione gazed scornfully down at him and he sat up, gazing blankly at her before she finally broke the silence with a cough.
"Allergies?" Draco asked before he could stop himself, and Hermione nodded lightly, her eyes wide with curiosity.
See? Now you've frightened the girl…
So? Curiosity killed the cat!
But what if you don't want the cat slaughtered?
I want her dead, I can assure you that much.
"So, you do have a soul," she said to herself, and Draco raised his eyebrows at her comment.
"Of course I have a soul, Granger. I'm a normal person like you," he said, and she leaned forward and poked his forehead lightly.
"Malfoy, we always thought you were some kind of vamp, and that the reason why you fuck up Quidditch is because the sun blocks out your concentration," Hermione informed him, and he gazed up at her finger.
"I'm definitely not a vampire, because you would be able to tell," Draco replied, "and I wouldn't be able to eat or drink anything but blood…"
"Malfoy, I think that Bludger actually made you enjoyable," she abruptly stated, and he realised he had let her touch him.
It's just Granger, Draco, breathe…
I might get a whiff of her dirty blood!
You can't smell her blood, because you're not 'special'.
Damn, I'm thinking illogically.
"What the fuck are you on, Mudblood?" he spat, and she recoiled back, her chocolate eyes widening.
"I was just saying-"
"Why the fuck did you even come here, anyway?" he interrupted, and she glared maliciously at him.
"I just saw you here, and I was checking to find Harry! I haven't found him yet," she stated angrily, and he scowled darkly at her and stood to his feet.
"Hope you never find him," he said spitefully, and pushed past her to exit the hospital wing.
That damned girl just drove him insane!
…
"We haven't even practiced, damn it!" Flint was ranting now, and Draco sat between that blond Slytherin and Millicent, a permanent scowl on his features.
"Yes, we all know that, because of the damned Gryffindors," Draco replied, and stifled a yawn, practically bored to tears.
"I don't think we can beat the Ravenclaws today," Flint grumbled, and Draco pushed back his bangs as he waited impatiently.
"Look, you're not helping the situation any with the pessimism," Draco said, and his teammates nodded in agreement, but Flint released a huge intake of breath.
"We have the match in a few hours, I don't think we should be causing any tension, we need to stay calm, but still, we need to go over the strategy one more time," Millicent said, and Draco nodded correspondingly, and Flint finally gave in.
"All right, fine…Draco, when Chang jumps on her broom, pretend to be swerving, like you lost control of your broom-- we jinxed the Bludgers so they follow Chang around, but other than that, just go for it. We need to prove that we can win, even if we're a point ahead, we have to give it our all!"
Draco blanched; he had made friends with that girl, he didn't want to hurt the girl in any way! He wasn't about to protest, and he merely released a long and steady sigh.
"Let's go," he whispered after he could hear the clamouring crowd, "we're next."
The Beaters were Crabbe and Goyle, Flint was a Chaser along with Millicent and that boy, and Blaise was the Keeper, and Draco, of course, was the prized Seeker…
Crabbe and Goyle walked out behind Flint, and Draco followed Millicent, and that boy and Blaise trailed behind.
Draco's heart was racing fast, he felt as if he would explode. These damn kids were screaming so loudly, and he wasn't used to it, it made him so damn nervous that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to follow the team's plan.
"No, that Granger girl…" He muttered, and he gripped his broom tightly, and stood between Zabini and Crabbe, watching Flint shake hands with Cho.
He looked up to the stands, and when his eyes scanned across the Gryffindor stands, he immediately spotted Hermione chattering animatedly with Ginny Weasley.
"Mount your brooms-- OK, three, two… Ready?"
Draco swallowed down the hot vomit that invaded his throat, anticipation filling his core. During that short moment, a thousand thoughts went through Draco's head, and he felt very dizzy and nervous…
"GO!"
"And off those lot go," Dean Thomas, who was actually doing a terrific job, shouted into his microphone, and the cheering only increased.
Draco scowled deeply; he was trying his best to concentrate. The Snitch was still far from him, but Chang was flying from Bludgers, the Ravenclaw chasers trying to fight them off her.
"The Quaffle is passed to Crabbe of Slytherin-- what a fat bugger that one is, rather podgy on the side--"
"THOMAS!"
Dean Thomas cradled his left cheek and grumbled a, "sorry ma'am."
Well, Thomas wasn't that different from Jordan after all…
"The bugger is really soaring, the Quaffle is passed to Goyle of Slytherin, and, whoa, Malfoy is really flying exceptionally well for a Slytherin-- EUCH!"
Draco held back a snigger as he concentrated on the Snitch.
"The Ravenclaw Seeker finally has escaped the Bludgers-- Slytherin scores…" Thomas stopped rambling, sounding disappointed.
The Ravenclaws mirrored his emotions and groaned while the Slytherins cheered loudly.
"Malfoy's around the field, Cho's making a fair attempt-- OUCH-- that has to hurt! Cho was hit on her nose-- she's bleeding like crazy! Quaffle in possession of the Ravenclaws--ooh, blocked-- good dive by Malfoy-- Cho's catching up! Oh, Cho's hit again! Bulstrode has got the Quaffle-- Miss, damn it, miss-- OW!"
Draco had almost had his fingers around it, he could feel the wings fluttering against his face, but when he opened his mouth to shout in victory, to no ones surprise, he swallowed the Golden Snitch. He lost control of his broom and landed on his face, Madam Hooch scurrying up to him to examine his injuries.
"Can you spit it out, boy?"
Draco nodded-- the Snitch was flapping insanely in his mouth, and he quickly spat it out, trying not to think about the many people's hands that touched it.
"Good, stand up, now, I'm sure you can, you were only ten feet in the air!"
Flint and Millicent helped Draco up after they landed, and Draco was caught in an uncontrollable coughing fit.
…
"You did it, Draco!"
Draco, who suspected he was in the hospital wing again, groaned, and opened his eyes to gaze at his teammates.
"Hey, you, with the blond hair… Who are you again…?" Draco mumbled a bit incoherently, and the boy laughed.
"Matt Stewart," he answered, as if it wasn't such a big deal to him.
"I haven't seen you around, Matt… Are you an exchange student?"
"Yes, in fact I am, I was on the Quidditch team in Durmstrang," Matt drawled coolly, and Draco nodded in understanding.
"That's why you are good… Flint, did you know about that?" Draco murmured, and Flint nodded.
"Yeah, I was allowed to take a trip there one time," he said casually, and Draco leaned forward on his hospital bed.
"Look, is that peckish nurse still there? If she isn't, help me out of here!" he stated, and Matt and Flint helped him out of bed and dragged him out of there.
When they were far into the corridors, Draco said loudly, "Will you louts put me the hell down? I need to unwrap these bandages!"
"Bullocks," Zabini grumbled from a corner as Draco unwrapped his legs, thankful that the nurse hadn't used gauze, and left the rags behind the statue of a pixie.
"Do you think we played fairly well?" Draco asked out of the blue, and Matt nodded, while Flint just gazed at him incredulously.
"Definitely, Draco, since we beat them by fifty points!" Flint exclaimed, and Draco smirked lightly, obviously enjoying himself.
…
"Okay, who's better looking? The guy who has the voice that breaks dog's ears, or the guy with the double chin?"
Draco raised his eyebrows slowly, and then glanced incredulously at Pansy.
"Bloody hell, you wench, I don't swing that way," he muttered and she burst out laughing.
"Oh, I know! Just tell me which one looks better with me!" she insisted. "It's gonna be dreadful if we don't look together, I mean, think of the gossip!"
"No, really, I don't think gossip," He replied dryly.
Draco did some rather odd things in his spare time. Chattering with Pansy was just the tip of the iceberg… He knew he should be sleeping, but being the insomniac he was, he knew it wouldn't come easy, so he just gave up on it.
Draco was stiff after three weeks of insomnia, and he was surprised that no one actually noticed. Well, they probably didn't care, anyhow, or he was just hiding it too well.
"Just voice your opinion Draco, please!" She begged, and Draco stared over at her from his bed warily.
"Fine, fine… I think the blond guy that hurts dogs looks good with you. Now can you leave me alone?!"
"Yes, thank you!" she said giddily, and Draco clapped his hands softly.
…
"Malfoy, what's with your eyes?"
Draco glanced over at Hermione, his eyelids drooping slowly. He had been sitting in the library reading, but she had caught him again.
"What is it to you, Granger?" he muttered sleepily, and she just shrugged.
Seems a bit curious, does she not?
Yes, and my sleepiness doesn't help the situation…
Not one bit.
I wonder if she can tell…
"Just asking. I don't actually care, but you seem a bit tense…" She said, and he rested his head on his Dark Arts book for a moment.
Draco breathed in deeply and his back made a quiet cracking noise, and Hermione walked over to his table.
"Malfoy, have you been sleeping lately?" she murmured and he opened his stormy grey eyes to gaze up at her.
"No, I haven't at all," he admitted, and she shook her bushy head at him, and he muttered, "Granger, I don't want your head lice."
Hermione scowled and took the seat beside him, putting her hands to the knob behind his neck, brushing her hands against it.
Although you insulted her, she still helps you…
Odd, isn't it?
I think she's just a kind person.
Yes, for a Mudblood, she's pretty compassionate.
You may learn something from her.
"Damn, Malfoy, you're tense," he heard her mumble, and she massaged his neck, her small hands accurate and precise.
"No shit, Granger," he muttered and her hands moved to his shoulders, massaging them lightly.
"How long have you not been able to sleep?" she asked, her hands working wonders.
Draco didn't lift his head from his opened book, but responded, "three weeks."
"How much did you have last night?" she asked, drilling another question at him, and stopped momentarily.
She had rather soft hands…
Damn, I won't speak of it…
She's a compassionate person; I don't think she'd care.
Soft, kind touch…
You'll get over it in the morning, promise…
Yeah, right, conscience.
Draco, who had enjoyed her handiwork, immediately lifted his head to gaze into her eyes, saying quietly, "Don't stop, I was starting to feel better…"
Hermione's eyes widened, and she blinked at him.
"The-- the question, Malfoy," she muttered.
"I slept for four hours the night before… Now do that thing again, I don't care that you're filthy, my neck just hurts," he muttered, and she nodded, immediately massaging him once more.
...
His own room, no Crabbe and Goyle…
Was that his alarm clock…?
"Malfoy, get up! You're in the cabin, I had to take you here!"
"Granger," he grumbled and slowly opened his eyes.
"Malfoy, you've had eight hours of sleep, so get up," she said, and he sat up to gaze at the girl with frizzy hair.
She needs to think about a brush…
A very tough one, her hair looks like it might kill!
Or either she just woke up…
Doubt it, she had the same frizz yesterday…
Like first year…
Hasn't changed a bit, either.
"Granger-- if you did anything to me while I was asleep--"
"It turns out the weight of your hair also causes you headaches," she said casually. "I cut your hair short."
Draco glared at her icily, and glanced at his alarm clock.
"It's two hours until class…" He murmured and eyed Granger curiously.
See? I told you that you would learn something!
Conscience, now is not the time.
You gained a new emotion, curiosity.
Curiosity killed the cat!
Please, don't think so pessimistically…
"Aren't you going to be angry with me for cutting you hair?" she asked, and Draco just shrugged.
"What's done is done… Just give me a bloody mirror," he said coolly, and she handed him a handheld mirror from the top of his dresser.
Well, at least he still had his bangs… His hair was short enough, and it actually looked thicker than usual, and it actually brought out some balance with his stony facial-features. His silvery eyes weren't hidden in his hair now, and he nodded, satisfied with what Granger did to him, and handed her back the mirror.
"Not bad for a mudblood," he commented, and she set the mirror back on his dresser.
You just complemented the way she uses scissors…
So? It's true!
You admit she's good with her hands, as well?
Yes, but I'll never voice my opinions.
"I suggest you get ready for class and eat, McGonagall won't slack off for you," she said quietly and exited his room, leaving him with a pounding headache.
…
Draco entered the Transfiguration classroom with minutes to spare and noticed Matt, Zabini, Pansy, her new boyfriend, and Granger were the only students there.
It was odd how his schedule changed, because before he only had Potions with the Gryffindors, but now he had two classes with them-- Potions and Transfiguration. There was the obvious lesson difference, but was really different was the seating arrangements. You get to choose whomever you want to sit beside in Transfiguration, and conveniently, no one was sitting beside Matt, so he sat beside his new friend, setting down his book, his wand tucked behind his ear.
"You cut your hair!" Matt noticed, and Draco glanced over at the frizzy-haired girl, then back to Matt, mentally deciding if he should say who cut his hair the night before.
"Yeah, now I can see…" Draco replied, and Matt grinned at him.
"Some people were starting to think you were a girl before you were announced as the Slytherin boy Prefect," Matt said, and Draco chuckled softly.
"Then I would have been the ugliest girl, because of my voice," Draco said, and Matt seemed to be stifling loud and giddy laughter.
"That Granger girl is staring over at us. She seems to be analysing you, Draco, or either she's just mental, because her mind blew up from reading too much," Matt concluded, and Draco nodded, smirking softly.
"Yes, she is very mental, but she's good with her hands," he replied, and Matt goggled at him for a moment.
"You and her--"
"No, she just helped my stiff back and cut my hair for me," Draco interrupted, and glanced around to see that thankfully no one noticed.
"Hmm, I'm going to have to have her cut mine, it's a bit long, isn't it?" Matt said, and Draco shrugged.
"No, when your hair reaches your waist, then it's long," Draco said, and Matt couldn't control his insane chuckles.
About a few minutes till the bell rang, the rest of the class scurried in, and Draco was amazed at how peculiar the last 48 hours his life had been.
"This lesson will be very important, especially if you're fairly tired," McGonagall said through gritted teeth, staring pointedly at Potter, whom was fast asleep.
"Mr. Potter, would you like to explain to the class why you keep on falling asleep?" she spat, and Potter stirred, mumbling incoherently.
Draco sniggered from his seat as McGonagall lectured Potter about the importance of staying awake.
…
"Can you believe the look on his face?" Zabini was saying, and Draco nodded vaguely, gazing vacantly into space.
"Yes, you've explained this to me fifty times, Blaise… He was drooling in his sleep… We all know very well you only swing that way, but must you constantly remind me?" Draco spat, and Crabbe chortled while Goyle was paying more attention to his food than them.
"Drool turns him on," Draco whispered to Matt, who had looked very confused, but now the boy was laughing so hard Draco was sure he would bust a gut or two.
Draco, who didn't actually like the concept of laughing, gazed up at the sky, watching the swirls of grey and black smoke dance around in the sky.
"It's abnormally dark, isn't it?" Draco asked Matt, who had finally calmed himself down.
"Yeah, we haven't even gone to Potions yet," Matt said, and Draco exhaled softly.
They had Double Potions with the Gryffindors at the end of the day, straight after lunch, when, Draco supposed, they would be able to think straight.
Now in Double Potions class, they had to write details about the world they created and how it's reacting each day. Their only homework was that, and Draco was grateful, but that meant that he and Granger had to write separate entries in the diaries he gave them to record it in.
"Matt, who's your partner in that evil world project thing?" Draco asked out of the blue, and the guy glanced over at him, raising his eyebrows high.
"That cute brunette with dark green eyes… Why?"
Draco glanced over at the Gryffindor table and watched Hermione chatter animatedly with her friends, and he finally found the girl Matt was talking about-- she was talking with a Patil twin.
"Hmm, you like Gryffindors? They're much too goody-goodie for my tastes," Draco commented, and Matt sighed deeply.
...
Draco was dreadfully bored, and he headed for Potions class, knowing he wouldn't be late for another five minutes.
"Malfoy?"
Draco glanced behind him at Granger and merely nodded.
"Yes, Granger? Have you got anything to say to me? I've only talked good about you the last couple of hours," he spat, shoving his hands into his pockets. Granger walked beside him, her frizzy head hanging.
Damn it, did I mention something wrong?
You were spiteful when you said that…
Oh? Shit…
Yes, exactly…
Bullocks…
"Malfoy, I just wanted you to know that all the rumours about us have stopped… I was wondering if you knew who was starting them, so I could tell the Headmaster about it," she said, and Draco pursed his lips into a straight line.
"The Patil twins, that Brown girl, some blond Hufflepuffs, and some of the portraits. No, you can't just banish the people from the portraits away; that would be impossible," he replied, and Hermione scowled deeply.
"For some reason, people see us as acquaintances..." She began, but Draco raised a hand to cut her off.
"They're imbeciles if they think so," he told her icily, "that is just pure rubbish."
"Yes, Malfoy..." She muttered, and he pushed past her to the room, not wanting to be caught with a Mudblood, since now the rumours had finally died down.
TBC
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