Chapter Seven: Wrath of a Malfoy

Harry made his way leisurely down the corridor to Gryffindor tower. His belly was pleasantly full and he was looking forward to having a night all to himself. Both Hermione and Ron still had homework because they had not yet learned to work as they fought- a skill everyone else in the dormitory had picked up rather quickly. He almost pitied Hermione, because not only did she still have homework, but she also had to start Draco's lessons tonight.

The evil smile reappeared along with the memory of dinner. Draco had not touched any of her food, and had sat as still as she could to avoid touching anybody. About halfway through dessert George, who was sitting opposite the immobile girl, reached over and "accidentally" spilt her drink into her lap. She had jumped up, gasping as the cool liquid soaked through her robes. Slowly her eyes had come up to meet George's. No one could say whose eyes held the most hatred, and no one dared to get between them for fear of getting singed.

Harry sighed, his smile wavering a little. He couldn't be sure but for a moment, when her eyes lit on his just before she stalked out of the Great Hall, he had thought he'd seen something there. Something akin to the way a child looks when getting their first shot. There was hurt, and the slight breaking of a trust that not even the child knew they held.

He jerked his head to rid himself of the idea. There's no way Draco could feel hurt, and especially not by him. Draco was his enemy, who didn't care whose feelings he tramped on, and who didn't give a rat's ass about Harry. Right, gotta remember that.

The couch was thick and lumpy, meant to support a refined and elegant taste rather than teenage angst, which was how it was presently being employed. And it didn't like it one bit. The damned thing refused to be comfortable at all-especially with the way Draco was draped over it. She sighed and sat up, not having the energy today to fight the stuffy piece of furniture.

Draco contemplated getting up and doing her homework, but she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate like this. Besides, she might 'accidentally' forget that she was due to start lessons tonight. She sighed again and flopped back on the couch, causing it to huff at the injustice done to itself.

The door to the Slytherin common room creaked open, letting in the two hulking dunderheads Draco had for some reason once called friends. Now, they were just a nuisance. The came to sit in the two finely upholstered chairs that faced the couch.

Crabbe cleared his throat uncomfortably, drawing Draco's attention from the poor chairs that had been forced to support the two brutes, "Um, we came to ask you something."

Draco's eyebrows shot up in amazement, 'Wow! They actually look worried about me! They must have a tiny portion of brain after all!'

Goyle spoke up then, "Yea, um…" he shifted around in the chair, "Can we…"

'Huh, they must want to know if they can help in any way! I never knew they were such good friends.'

"Can we touch 'em?" Goyle lifted one beefy hand and pointed at Draco's chest

'Guess not,' Draco's eyes narrowed with disbelief, 'I can't believe they're that stupid. People who are already as stupid as their parents are should not have children together. Honestly! They're not even sure which child belongs to which father!" Draco shuddered to rid herself of that thought.

"Well? Can we?"

"No."

"But," Crabbe whined while his comrade was still trying to figure out if that had been a negative, "we may never have another chance to touch something like that, Draca!"

Draco went absolutely still. Very slowly, she turned her head so that she could see the two boys. A smile that promised malicious intent spread its way across her face.

"What…did you call me?" she said each word slowly, making sure they understood.

Crabbe and Goyle might not be possessed of even one intelligent thought between them, but even the lowliest worm can tell when it's in danger. Their eyes grew wide as saucers and they began to tremble in the face of the wrath of a Malfoy.

"D-Draca?" Fools.

The dormitory door exploded outward with the force of two enormous bodies being flung against it. Tiny fires burned merrily in the now smoke charred room, in the middle of which stood a royally pissed off blonde. Draco glanced at the slightly singed mantle clock and realized she'd be late if she stayed around to properly draw and quarter those two. She grabbed her cloak and strode out of the room, stepping lightly over the two unconscious forms lying in the doorway.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, anything you recognize belongs to the rabid squirrels-oops, I mean to Ms. Rowling…

A/N: No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth! I got the thing with my schedule worked out, but it won't take effect until semester. cries However, here's another update, and I apologize again for the wait. No…please…put the axe down!