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raco
raco stood there for a moment, anger pulsing through his veins as he watched the three walk down the isle. Not only had she managed to hurt him, she had imbaraced him in front of every person that occupied this car. He was supposed to be Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin who wasn't afraid of anything.
Except you-know-who, he angrily reminded himself.
Crabbe and Goyle lumbered up the walk way toward him. He quickly withdrew his hand from his face and walked between them, causing them to first stop, then turn around and follow him.
"That filthy little mudblood is going to pay for that," he told them, swiftly walking to the last compartment.
He sat down and pulled his wand out, carefully examining it, "I wonder what curse would work best on her," he wondered out loud.
Both Crabbe and Goyle looked apprehensively at the wand.
"What're you going to do?" Crabbe stupidly asked.
"I've told you a thousand times, you dolt! I don't know!" he said.
"Avada Kadavra?" Goyle suggested.
Draco considered it. How he would love to watch her fall limply to the ground, dead forever. What more, Potter's best friend dying by the same curse that he parents died of would kill him. But he wanted to see her suffer first. Whether by curse or by physical force.
"I dunno," he suddenly heard Crabbe whisper, "Seems to be thinking."
"No, I think he's asleep," Goyle whispered back.
"No, he's definantly thinking…"
raco had had enough, "Shut up you two! I'm trying to think!"
"I told you he was thinking," Crabbe whispered to Goyle.
"I…said…shut…UP!" Draco yelled, causing both of them to jump. He glared at them, "What part of that don't you understand?"
They looked at each other, apparently terrified.
raco sighed, "Don't worry, I don't intend to do anything to you two today," he reassured them. They looked overly relieved.
"Who do you reckon is our new defense against the dark arts teacher?" Crabbe asked.
raco smirked, "Take a guess," he replied.
"You know?" Goyle asked.
"Well, are you going to guess or will you have to find out on your own?" he irritably asked.
They looked at each other again, shrugged in turn and both simultaneously looked at Draco.
He rolled his eyes and stretched out on the seat.
"Is it Professor Snape?" Goyle took a guess.
"No, although that would be much better," Draco thoughtfully said, frowning.
"Dumbledore," Crabbe said as if it were the answer.
raco looked at him, "Bloody hell, I would drop school if that ever happened. No, it's not Dumbledor or Professor Snape."
They looked at each other yet again, puzzled this time.
"Draco," Goyle said, looking as if he were actually thinking, "Would it…by any chance…be…your, you know…" his sentence trailed off.
"If you're not going to finish your thought I'm not going to listen to you," Draco simply said, looking out of the window at the hideous brightly lit valley. Draco preferred darker places with one exception. The three manors his father owned all had windows as the whole front wall. He only liked light in these places, and in these places only.
"I mean, would the new teacher be your father?" Crabbe finished Goyle's sentence.
raco did something he hadn't done all summer.
He smiled.
