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The Filth in Purity

Chapter 5: Hallway Confrontations

The mysterious attack on Draco Malfoy, was meant to be kept on the low until the teachers figured out what exactly happened, so of course the whole school knew about it within a few hours. By the next day the students were buzzing with rumors upon rumors about the recent events. Dumbledore had told them not to pester Draco about it, but the students could not withstand the power of their curiosity, and quickly surrounded Malfoy demanding answers and a good story to go along with it, not that the Slytherin Prince minded too much. Being the center of attention was his greatest love next to Quidditch and making Harry Potter's life miserable.

Though there was one downside, Pansy Parkinson couldn't seem to keep her hands off of him, no matter how many times he told her he was all right. After a while he figured she was just looking for a reason to grope him.

That morning at breakfast in the great hall, no table was noisier than that of the Slytherins. Each member of the house, asked question upon question. What happened? What did it look like? Are you okay? Can we see the wounds? What are you going to do about it? Are your going to get revenge?

Draco's story went from almost not even knowing what hit him, to actually doing battle with the thing and the only reason it defeated him was he was still tired from the Quidditch game.

"I think there is a more important question to ask Draco." The conversations subsided slightly when Orlando Baragon spoke.

Malfoy turned his attention to the Slytherin captain with a flicker of disdain in his eyes.

"My question is, will Mr. Malfoy bring himself to recover in time to get some proper Quidditch training before the game with Gryffindor?" Orlando calmly challenged.

Draco was about to answer when the bell that signaled the start of classes for the day.

"Great another day of Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Gryffindors." Draco snarled glancing over his shoulder at the "Golden Trio" walking behind them.

"Malfoy!" Hermione called to him.

"What do you want?" Malfoy spat.

"What makes you think Draco wants to talk with you?" Pansy Parkinson sneered standing in between Hermione and Draco.

"Because Parkinson, Malfoy may want to know what might have attacked him." Hermione shot back.

Draco stopped.

"Well I don't think he-----" Pansy was interrupted when Draco pushed her aside.

"What are you talking about, Granger?"

"I did some research and I think what attacked might have been someone using a Spiritus Apographon."

"A What?!"

Hermione sighed. "A Spiritus Apographon. It's ---"

"Hermione what are you doing, trying to help ferretface?" Ron growled with a half accusatory tone directed at Hermione.

"This has nothing to do with you Weasel!" Draco snarled back.

"You want some of this Malfoy?" Ron pulled out his wand.

"Come on Ron he's not worth it." Harry stepped up, there was an edge of ice to his voice though. He was getting pretty sick of Malfoy.

"That's right Potter, can't let anyone fight their own battles," Malfoy spat. Letting his hateful words pour faster than he realized what he was actually saying. "Always sticking your neck out, just like your stupid parents. It's a wonder they didn't die sooner!"

The whole hallway fell silent, except for Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and few other Slytherins who were snickering and sneering. Draco however remained serious.

"Oh hell, now he's done it."

Hermione glanced over her shoulder at the source of the voice, which belonged to Baragon.

Harry fists clenched. He'd had. "Yes my parents died to save me. Which is more than I can say yours, who would probably sell you off if Voldemort's price was right."

At this point the Slytherins who had been snickering before, abruptly stopped.

Draco's eyes widened, in shock and fury. His fists were clenched as well.

"Take that back!" Draco hissed.

"No." Harry looked back at Malfoy with equal loathing

"I said take that back!" Draco took a step forward and raised his voice.

"Never!"

"Take it back!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Never…." Harry almost whispered.

Draco was seething inside. He raised his wand about to utter a terrible hex when someone's hand clamped down on his wrist.

"Don't be a fool again. You've done that too much over him." Orlando spoke in a whisper, that seemed to be chipped out ice.

"You heard what he said!? He---!" Draco shrieked trying to free his wrist from Baragon's iron grip.

"I heard, and I don't care. I know he hurt you, but settle it later, don't do it when you are surrounded by the enemy. You don't want to have a repeat of the incident on the train that involved a slug do you?" Orlando kept his voice at whisper, but the low volume did not detract from the seriousness.

A small, involuntary shudder ran through Draco's body at the memory. On the train ride home at the end of fifth year Malfoy had attempted to ambush Potter, however in his anger he failed to realize he was doing it in front of a compartment of D.A. The end result was the Prince of Slytherin getting turned into a big slimy slug.

Draco, slowly lowered his wand, but the rage and frustration in his eyes had not diminished at all.

Then Baragon took notice of the crowd of students that had gathered to see if Draco and Harry would rip each other's heads off. "Don't you all have classes to go to?! There is nothing to see here! Clear off!"

The students reluctantly dispersed and headed to their various classes. The Slytherins and Gryffindors we careful to avoid each other as they walked down the hallway toward Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Draco was shaking with rage as he watched Harry and the other two members of the golden trio follow the rest of the crowd of students down the hall to DADA. He tensed slightly as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't let your self be compromised," Baragon whispered in the same serious voice he had before. "Stay in control of yourself we'll deal with this later."

Malfoy 's jaw was clenched so tightly one would think he had lockjaw, without another word he stormed off down the hallway the other students had taken.

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For someone to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts, the Hogwarts faculty decided to put in someone different from any other DADA teacher that had come before. Most of the former teachers had been in their thirties or older, and none of them had lasted more than a year of teaching. So the Headmaster decided to try a different approach, he hired someone who wasn't much older than some of the seventh years the new teacher would

be teaching. He hired Phoenix member Nymphadora Tonks………..

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Sorry for the shortness, but I been running around trying to get a job, which has left me little time. I figured that a short chapter was better then none at all.

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Till Next Time.

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