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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. That would be J.K. Rowling's job. But I do own Ephyra. And the line Ephyra says at the end of this chappie is from Spiderman. Yes, Spiderman. And the way I portray Draco is in no way connected with the feelings I have for Tom Felton. Which is YUM.

Chapter 7

Not My Problem

Draco didn't want to say that to her. He really didn't. But despite everything that he was feeling inside of himself, he knew he had done it for Ephyra's own good. His father would never except her - Draco didn't even know what had come over him. They couldn't be together, they just couldn't. Even so, why did he get jealous when he saw Ephyra and Ron together.

No, he wouldn't think about it any longer. He couldn't have any more distractions. He had to get to Transfiguration. Damn, Ephyra was in that class. Gryffindor and Slytherin had all the mandatory classes together. That meant he had to see her at least 4 times a week with Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and History of Magic.

Draco shook his head, grabbed his books, and slammed his dormitory door shut.

When he walked into Transfiguration, Draco saw Harry and Hermione sitting where the Fab Four usually sit, but two of them were absent. Then Blaise came up behind him.

"Hey, you look a little weird. What's up?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just didn't get very much sleep is all." Usually Blaise could tell when he was lying, but not this time. He just shrugged and sat down, Draco sitting beside him. And then there was Pansy.... She plopped down right behind Draco. Actually, Draco didn't mind that much. His father would like her and, actually, she was pretty good looking when she wasn't talking.

"Hi there Draco. How are you? You look beat."

"Yeah, I didn't get much sleep last night. I was worrying about my mother." Ok, so he was only half lying to flirt, but that's ok. He always worried about his mother, and what his father did while he was away at school.

"Oh no! You poor thing! What's wrong with her?"

Draco started feeding her this cock and bull story about her being really sick since last Christmas and how she's been weak ever since. He couldn't tell anyone that his family was being abused by his father - that would ruin the Malfoy's reputation. Pansy, being the little minx she is, was wooing over Draco, practically in his lap, when Ephyra and Ron came in.

Draco tried to kept his attention on Pansy. She was actually kind of nice, in that creepy bouncy sort of way. A little too touchy feely, but he'd overlook that for now. They had a really good conversation going about healing spells when Professor McGonagall started class.

He knew that he and Ephyra couldn't ever work. He glanced over at her. Jeeze, what a goody goody. She's hanging onto every word McGonagall is saying AND taking notes. How could he have ever...nevermind. Pansy was perfect. And she was easy to flirt with, seeing as she IS a bimbo. He started scribbling a note to her.

Pansy-

I really like talking with you. Come see me after lunch and we'll "talk" some more.

Yours, Draco

He passed it back with out McGonagall noticing. He could hear her giggle and start to write him back. He smirked and glanced over at the Fab Four. McGonagall hadn't noticed the note, but Ephyra had. She just stared at him stealthily, giving him 'the look.' (A/N: There are a lot of different 'looks' so just imagine a mean look, kind of mixed with pain. Pain and anger...yeeeees. Sorry, lol.) He almost lost his smugness with that look, but Hermione nudged Ephyra and asked her something. Then Pansy passed him back a note. He grabbed it under her desk and read it when McGonagall was writing something on the board.

Drakie-

I'd love to. I'll wear something comfortable, yes?

XOXXX, Pansy

He laughed under his breath. God, this chick was easy to work with. He looked behind him at Pansy. She was copying down what McGonagall had written on the board, but she caught his eye and winked. He winked back. Of course, he was hoping Ephyra had caught this. Jealousy was the best emotion to play with in people.

"Mr. Malfoy, may I ask what you and Miss Parkinson find so amusing, hmm?" Oh crap, McGonagall had seen. "I'm sure the rest of the class would love to know the joke."

Draco got an idea. The perfect idea. "Well, you know professor, Pansy and I were just seeing how diverse all the little groups are. We were noticing it at breakfast, too." This was a lie, of course, he just hoped Pansy had enough sense not to ruin it. So far so good, but she was unpredictable.

"As we all know, Slytherin and Gryffindor are the rival houses, yet we have to take mandatory classes together. We're all in our little groups, our cliques. There's mine, with the oldest and riches wizarding families and all the other Slytherins who fear us." Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Get along with it Malfoy or-"

"AND THEN," he said louder to cut off McGonagall. "There's the Fab Four and their 'fan club' as you might say. We have the leader-Harry Potter. Enough said." A laugh ran through the Slytherins. He was holding Professor McGonagall's gaze, but now he looked to the opposite side of the room. Harry's eyes were flashing with anger and you could tell that Hermione and Ron were holding him down.

"Then there's Hermione. The brains of the group. The only reason they're friends with that mudblood is to pass each year. And I've saved the best for last - Ron's story is by far the saddest. Harry only lets him hang out with them becuase he feels sorry for the poor kid."

McGonagall was purple with rage, but before she could say anything, the scraping of a chair and a loud voice saying, "You forgot me." interrupted her.

Draco had to stop sneering for a moment to stare at Ephyra. Oh boy, was she mad....

"You forget to mock me, too, Malfoy. If you're going to make fun of them, then finish the job."

"Ephyra, no." Hermione tried to get her to sit back down, but to no avail.

"Ah, yes. The only thing I have to say about you Kindle, is that you're a really good kisser." Ephyra turned bright red, Hermione stared at Draco like a goldfish (a mad one), Harry stood up ready to pound Malfoy into the ground, and Ron just stared at Ephyra.

"Oooh, touchy on that are we?"

"You lie, Malfoy." Harry, sweet Harry, was trying to defend her honor. Awww...wait, what ever happened to Ron? Oh yeah, he was staring at Ephyra in disbelief, to busy not beliving it to defend her.

"Actually, Potter, I do know, because you're little friend here is like a door knob. Everybody gets a turn." All the Slytherins started laughing and Draco sat there smirking at the havoc he had reeked. Harry started to go after him when Ephyra pulled him back so hard that he landed on Ron and stormed over to Malfoy.

He could tell that she was about to cry - her eyes were all puffy and red. She stood by his desk, shaking with rage.

"You listen here, you vile, despicable, awful little man." He stood up, ready to take anything that she threw at him.

"Oh, sit your ugly butt back down Malfoy. Think you're getting all big and bad by standing up to me? Please...you need a BARSTOOL to get up in my face, buddy."

"Kindle, I'm taller than you are."

"I know, and your ego is taller than the astronomy tower. I'm not talking about physically, I'm talking verbally and mentally. Here's the deal. You insulted my friends, now it's payback baby. Let's see, your friends here Crabbe and Goyle. They're big, blundering idiots that you use as 'bodyguards,' but they're not that efficient, seeing as all they do is stuff their faces. Then there's Pansy. Enough said. And you. There's a language I like to use on people like you. It's called Elvish. Read Lord of the Rings and you'll get it. Amin feuya ten' lle. Antolle ulua sulrim, utinu en lokirim. Llie n'vanima ar' lle atara lanneina. Lle naa haran e' nausalle, saurar. Dolle na lost et amin delotha lle. Auta miqula orqu. (A/N: HAHAHA, here's the English version for those of you who don't speak Elvish.-- You disgust me. Much wind purs from your mouth, son of snakes. You're ugly and your mother dresses you funny. You are king in your own imagination, foul one. Your head is empty and I hate you. Go kiss an orc. HAHAHAHA, I love Elvish. And insulting people with it when they don't know what the hell you're saying.)

Now I'm going to take everything you said about my friends and throw it back into your face. Let's start with what you said, or didn't say about Harry. You're just jealous because a half-blood is more famous then your whole family has ever been. Now let's take Hermione. You're jealous of her because she's smarter than your whole family is COMBINED. And you're jealous of Ron because even though he's not from the richest wizarding family, his family loves him and protects him from anything and everything. You don't know what real love is."

Malfoy was taken aback for a split second at the crude reality of her words about his family. "It's not my fault that my father is an alcoholic and he hits my mother and I. He never has time because all he cares about is his work. And my mother is in such a state of depression she barely ever comes out of her room. None of that is my fault."

"Remind me again the part where that's my problem." The bell rang just then, and everyone started filing out of the classroom.

Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the classroom,still flabbergasted. "Gryffindor students please note that 20 points will be taken for irrational behavior on Harry Potter and Ephyra Kindle's part. And Draco Malfoy, please come and see me."

Ok, kind of an intense chapter. Learned some more stuff about Draco. Poor guy...wait, nope, nevermind. I'm not feelin' sorry for him right now, and neither should you. He SOO got what he deserved, lol. REVIEW MY BAMBINOS! Don't be an invisible reader!!! Many kisses, Meg