Not so confident

Draco smirked as he strutted along the corridor. He had always been confident, like his namesake the dragon in the heavens, but his new ally, Malik, seemed to be completely self-assured. Since he had ganged up with Malik Draco had found his own confidence rising as well. Now he felt like he could do anything.

He glanced around; looking for a victim he could use to show some of his enormous self-confidence, and spotted what looked like the perfect target. The boy was walking along behind the other 6th years, and the brat and his friends were walking along near him. He would be the perfect example, especially since he seemed to be close enough to the brat that he would care about him but not close enough for anyone to intervene and try to save him.

"Hey," he said, smirking at Malik, who was walking along beside him. "What do you think about making an example of that kid over there? You know the one I mean, right? The one with white hair?"

Violet eyes regarded Draco's choice for a moment before Malik turned back to his ally. "I believe that is a good choice." He said gravely. "His lack of self-confidence is so thick you can almost feel it. He shouldn't even try to fight back."

Draco's smirk widened. It wasn't often that Malik would compliment him, even on such a small thing as this. But the boy really was a perfect target, and since Draco didn't recognize him he had to be Muggle born. He walked over to him, Malik following.

"Hey kid," Draco called lazily. The boy turned to regard him with large green eyes, fear flickering onto his face at the sight of Malik following behind him. "You shouldn't be here. Scum such as you isn't worthy to set foot inside Hogwarts."

He reached out lazily to grab the kid's arm and shove him to the ground. As he had expected the brat and his friends stopped to watch him and ordered him to stop. He just smiled.

"Hanging out with more Mudbloods? How low can you get anyway?" Draco jabbed his wand at the boy who lay sprawled out on the ground in front of him. "Furunculous." The boy jerked, green eyes closing as he fought to stop himself from making any noise. The boils caused by his charm were particularly painful.

Without any warning Draco found himself thrown against a wall, taking Malik with him. "You little bastard." A deadly voice hissed, almost too low to be audible. "You dare..."

Draco could feel Malik shivering from where he had been thrown into the wall against him. Draco glanced over at his partner curiously, wondering at his reaction, and did a double take at the look on Malik's face. He looked completely terrified. Draco could feel his muscles tensing as he looked back at the youth who had come between him and his prey.
Second glance wasn't any more flattering than the first had been. The new contender was good looking, sure; the girls wouldn't be able to get enough of him, but he didn't look like he could put up a good fight in any way. The long silver hair that spiked up around his face, falling almost half-way down his back marked him as effeminate, and his wand was nowhere to be seen. The frame was tall and thin, but Draco couldn't see any muscles. Then again, the baggy t-shirt he was wearing would have hidden them even if there were any. Still, he didn't look like a problem. Malik was more muscular, as well as having his wand ready for use.
"And who would you be anyway?" he sneered, glancing over at his usually cocky partner worriedly. "You can't tell me what to do. I am a Malfoy and you can't touch me."
"Well I just did didn't I?" the other replied arrogantly. "As for my name, it is Bakura." He then proceeded to ignore Draco's presence, turning his attention to the boy on the ground behind him.
"Bakura?" The boy whispered as he was pulled to his feet. "What are you doing here? I-I mean, how did you get here? I thought it was a place for teaching young wizards and-"
Thankfully Bakura cut him off. "Hush. You're babbling. I am here because I found someone wandering around in the shadow realm who turned out to belong to the Order connected with this school."
"You're the one who found Sirius." The boy said, in tones of enlightenment. "I see." He looked down. "I'm sorry I made you have to rescue me again."
Bakura grinned ferally. "Don't be. I enjoy punishing those foolish enough to mess with you." With that cryptic comment he turned back to Draco, who had by this time managed to get a good look at both him and the boy he was defending.
"Are you brothers or something?" He asked. The resemblance between them was uncanny, but if they were twins it could be explained away.
"No," Bakura replied, obviously amused. "We're completely unrelated. That, however, is beside the point." Shadows drifted around his hand as he placed it on the boy's head, and fell over the smaller boy, covering him for a moment before fading away. The boils that Draco's spell had caused vanished, and as Bakura's hand fell away from the boy he ran off to stand behind Bakura once more. Bakura smirked and turned his full attention to Draco and Malik, rage suffusing his features.