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Chapter 7: True Slytherins
Draco hummed down the hall on his way to the Common Room to meet Ernie. Who said life was unfair, he thought, it was wonderful! Father was going to get that horrible excuse for a professor in trouble and now Potter had no broom. It was just too wonderful. A clang up ahead startled him and he hurried forward to see Peeves disturbing a line of suits of armor. He was continuing on his way when he saw that the Weaslette was coming down a corridor that branched off and about to walk right into the path of a falling suit of armor. Sighing he rushed forward and grabbed her arm to pull her away from the corner; the suit fell loudly behind him. He heard her gasp and quickly let go of her arm cleaning his hand against his robes, just in case being penniless was contagious.
"You saved me." She said in awe, of course you dumb bint, if I didn't and you got hurt who'd get the blame? Me!
"Yes." He said and began walking back to the hall stepping over the suit of armor.
"Why?" She asked with that stupid, confused weasel look on her face walking beside him.
"I didn't want you to get hurt." He said. I'll bet she buys that.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously for a brief second then said "Thank You" truthfully.
Gryffindors were so gullible, he thought as he walked into the common room. "Congratulations mate!" He said as he walked up to Ernie, who was reading Prefects Who Gained Power; he didn't need a book to tell him how you got power, it was easy, all you needed was money.
Ernie marked the page with a bookmark and looked over at where Draco had sat down grinning, "wasn't it marvelous! Hufflepuff's finally won a match, and against the Gryffindor no less!"
"It was about time someone brought those Gryffindors down a peg or two, specially that Potty!" He said remembering how Potter had humiliated him last year.
"Yeah, Cedric really pulled through for us!"
"I'm telling you Ernie, it's been the best week of my life! First the Weasel gets detention for defending the little mudblood and now not only has Potty lost, but he's got no broom!"
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't hear? It fell right into the Whomping Willow!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, Pot –"
"Did you follow the match between the Falmouth Falcons and the Appleby Arrows?" Ernie interrupted.
Draco who was firmly of the opinion that the Falmouth Falcons were admirable in their vehemence to win at any cost was in the middle of a very insightful speech when he was interrupted by Ernie. "What are you looking at Weasley?"
Draco turned around to see the Weaslette looking at them bewildered. "Well?"
"Mal-Draco, I wanted to ask you a question." She said and he could see her straightening in the chair as if preparing herself for battle. "Do you know a Slytherin first-year called Lewis?"
Why was Weasley interested in Lewis? "You mean the mudblood?"
The witch's ears began reddening and he knew from experience with her brute of a brother that it meant she was angry. "Uh, yeah" She said obviously trying to control herself.
"I've heard of her, she's pretty good with a hex," that was understatement he'd seen her make a sixth-year boy cry in pain, at first no one knew why, but rumor had it she'd given him boils in a very uncomfortable spot, and that was only in her first week in school.
"Well, I was thinking…"
"Was that your first time? Do you need a reward?" He asked and heard Ernie snickering. "Is that how you plan to help your family out? The first thinking Weasley!"
He could see her struggling to keep her temper as her face got red, "can you help her?"
"What for?" He blurted out, confused, Lewis neither needed nor wanted help.
"Well, you see, I saw these fourth years bothering her and I tried to help her, but she just insulted me and left!" She looked angry and he heard her mutter "haughty bint" under her breath. Lewis was definitely a Slytherin!
"I still don't see why she should need my help. She can take care of herself."
"Well, she mentioned that in trying to help her I just made it worse for her." Weasley said turning red again, this time he assumed it meant embarrassment, "So I was wondering if there was anything you could do to stop the others from teasing her."
Well, as it was all Weasley's fault maybe he would help her. "Look, Weaslette, I'm not a goody two shoes Gryffindor like you, I don't need to do anything for anyone, specially some mudblood."
Her face now reddened quickly and she stood up, "I knew you were just an evil git, I don't even know why I thought I could talk to you like a normal person!" She looked so amusing standing there completely over reacting, like all Gryffindors, that he just had to chuckle. Upon hearing it she stomped out of the room and slammed the door causing Ernie to break out in laughter as well.
A/N: Don't really like the title of this one, but I couldn't come up with anything else. Is Draco okay?
