Ch. 2 Curses, Curses and More Curses

Draco's PoV

One... two... three... four...

"Malfoy, get the hell out of here!"

Hmm. It took Weasley four seconds to notice that I was "intruding" in their little private compartment.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" I said, looking pointedly at the Mudblood and Potter, and they instantly withdrew from each other, possible from a Love Fest... which I shouldn't think about. Once I get off, I'll be sure to rub salts on my forehead to cleanse the dirty mind...

That Potter idiot seemed to have recovered quickly from that dreadfully embarrassing scenario. I mean, anyone who has made any sort of affectionate contact with a Mudblood has the right to kill himself, right?

"I see you haven't brought your trolls Crabbe and Goyle," he said coolly. Shut up, you smart ass...

Wait... where are they? Pigging out? Oh no... shit... I forgot to pick them up after patrolling... Damn!

I looked around the compartment for a flaw... aha...

"I notice that your precious minions Bigbottom, Loony and the Weaselette aren't present at the moment, either. Where are they? Hiding fwom de scawy Death Eaters? Or maybe from the three of your stupid chicken-ass faces?" Ooh, that struck the nerves of Potter, Weasley and Granger. Jackpot. And that's extra points for the names.

Potter and Weasley pulled out their wands and advanced towards me, but Granger held the both of them back with surprising strength.

"Harry, Ron! Stop it! He's not worth it!"

"Mudblood, are you actually helping me?" I said. She glared at me. There was this steely glint in her eye that made me freeze up momentarily inside. I have never seen her this angry before, except that time that little witch dared to smack me hard across the face.

"I would never help you, even if my life depended on saving your soul, you stupid slimy arse. You and that pug-faced Parkinson can go and--"

"Hey, shut your mouth!" I shouted. Leave that Parkinson alone, you stupid cow. I drew out my wand, but she just kept on going.

"'Oh, Pansy, Pansy, I looooooooove you and your enormous ass! Let's go to the pond and make incredibly filthy demon spawn!'" that Granger continued, trying to impersonate my voice, but failing horribly at it. Her stupid friends sniggered like sniggering... whatsits.

"I said shut your mouth!" I screamed and pointed my wand at her. "Silencio!" The spell hit her, and she screamed in silence. Granger eyes widened in shock, and possibly fear. I strolled towards the mute girl as she fumbled for something in her pocket. Yanking out her wand, she directed it towards me once again for the second time this train ride to Hogwarts.

"Whatcha got there, Granger?" I sneered. "A wooden stick? Careful now, you might gouge someone's eye out, but that would actually be a positive for them, so then they won't have to see your hideous face again." She faltered a little, but instantly regained her confidence.

"Watch it, Malfoy," Potter said from behind me. I wheeled around to see him and that dirt-poor Weasley brandishing their wands menacingly. Hmph.

"Don't you dare hurt Hermoine."

The three of us stared at each other, and then automatically acted.

"Stupefy!" Potter and Weasley bellowed, their incantations jetting out of the end of their wands.

"Protego!" I shouted. Their own spells ricocheted off the shield and flew towards them. They fell down and their heads collided, knocking both of them out for good. Crimson blood slowly blossomed on the floor under their heads.

Turning back to the Mudblood, I saw her back up to the wall behind her and slide down, tears streaming down her face. Watching her shake violently, I actually felt something I never felt before about her: Pity. Who could blame her? With her two best friends unconscious, she was left silently to defend herself against the dangerous Draco Malfoy. I loosened my grip on my wand as I walked slowly to the weeping girl.

"Granger, I'm…" I started, but then stopped. I'm what, exactly? Sorry? A man? Actually backing down because of the pitiful state you're in?

Stop it, Malfoy, you're going soft on her, a voice in my head said dangerously. She's a bloody Mudblood, for Heaven's sake!

I can't! I retorted silently. Remember what Mad-Eye Moody did when I tried to curse someone who's had their back to me? Remember the infamous ferret-bouncing episode?

So? the voice said. Moody isn't here! Besides, her friends are all down, just finish her off.

I paused. The battle inside my head is just wasting my time. Why am I going soft on her? What's wrong with me? Am I sick? I coughed.

Granger looked up, terrified. She raised her wand with a shaking hand, though her face was etched with courage.

I tried my "bad-boy" act again. "Don't think you can try anything, Granger, because you don't have the voice to mutter an incantation--" I stopped again, having found a loophole. Oh, shit, you don't need speak to perform a spell, you can just think it…

Granger obviously discovered this mistake, too, because then she grinned at me in a mad kind of way. She mouthed "Sayonara, Malfoy" and waved her wand at me. My arms instantly snapped to my sides and my legs were locked together as I fell backwards with a dull thud. The full Body-Bind, huh? Smart move, Granger.

She stepped over me, paused, and then pointed her wand at me once again. A spell hit me, and as I wondered silently what curse she performed, the Mudblood walked over to her to unconscious friends. I watched her wave her wand at Potter and Weasley, and seconds later they slowly sat up and blinked stupidly. I knew what she used: Enneverate.

Granger pointed at the paralyzed me, and Potter and Weasley got up and walked towards me. Both leered menacingly.

"I hope you rot in Hell, Malfoy," Weasley spat, and he kicked me brutally.

I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. So that stupid Mudblood silenced me, too… damn.

Potter swung his leg far back and let it come back down with such force to my side that I rolled over a couple of time, finally landing with my stomach laying on the ground. Hot, angry tears of pain and humiliation cascaded down my face.

"That's for Hermoine," Potter said, "and for Ron" --he kicked me again-- "and for me" --another kick in the side-- "and for Buckbeak" --another kick-- "and for Hagrid" --surely my spleen must be busted by now as he kicked me again-- "and just for the sake of humanity." He finished off with a powerful final blow as I winced violently. The red-headed demon laughed harshly.

"C'mon," that bastard muttered. "Let's take out the trash." He and Weasley lifted me up carelessly. Granger seemed reluctant to open the door, but then she looked at me with such hatred and fire in her brown eyes that she pulled the door open so forcefully that the glass shattered. Oh, shit…

And I was thrown outside of the compartment unceremoniously. Bastards, I thought as the world faded black.

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(a/n) Hooray, chapter two is finite! So how was it? The anger! The repulsion! The drama!

Thanks for the reviews for chapter one! I didn't think I would get any, but the day after I posted, I got five reviews, and I screamed and giggled happily (and somewhat insanely) so that my dear little sister told me to shut up... ;; So onwards with chapter three, I say! Thank you, my lovely readers! K ! M !

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