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She'd seen him. She must have done. There was no way she couldn't have. 'Draco, you retard' he thought over and over again as he legged it towards the Forbidden Forest.
'What's got your knickers in a twist, Ferret?'
He cringed. Oh it couldn't be. She had seen him. And now she was down here to face him.
'Normally, when one hasn't seen someone for a while, the greeting is normally 'good evening, how are you?' or does the lack of money also mean failure to afford good manners?' Draco hissed as he swivelled on the spot to face her.
'Really? I wasn't aware ferrets were so sensitive.'
'Does that mean you won't get offended if I refer to you as an impoverished, flea bitten weasel?' Oh God, not clever, he shouldn't have said that. He should NOT have said that, he could tell from the expression on her face. 'You know, baby Weaslette, you are incredibly easy to read. You see, right now I can tell you're very angry. Although, I'm curious, what do weasels do when they're angry?'
'Oh nothing much. They normally do something along the lines of this.'
Draco's face turned to alarm as he saw her lunge at him. Once knocked to the floor, he felt his soft flesh becoming dented, and could almost hear her teeth cracking against the bones in his arm. Pain, pain, pain, he had to get her off him. She was almost as good as the cruciatus curse, and he knew. The Dark Lord hadn't been afraid to use it on him.
Bringing his other hand over he knocked it against the Weasley's head. She was beginning to draw blood now. He could feel it soaking into his robes, ever so slightly. Trying again, he gave a harder blow to her head. Not enough to hurt her though, just enough to knock her teeth from his tethered skin.
'Is that it Malfoy? Is that the best you can manage? A feeble knock to my head. It didn't hurt, it just surprised me. You're nothing. Without Crabbe and Goyle you're nothing. Everyone hates you, the only reason you weren't attacked whilst you were in Hogwarts was because those two retards were flanking you all the time. I'd love to see you back in Hogwarts just for one day without them. I'd love it because you wouldn't be able to cope, you wouldn't manage. And guess who'd be the first person to laugh and spit on you as the Ravenclaws knocked you down? It wouldn't be me, oh no, it wouldn't even be Harry, or Ron or Hermione, not even Colin or Luna. It'd be Parkinson. She'd be the one to laugh at you as she heard your ribs crack under you.'
'ENOUGH. You don't even know. You don't have a clue.' He hit her. 'You don't know what you're saying.'
Smack.
'You wouldn't know what to do if darling little Potbag and brother weren't there to look after you the whole time.'
Smack.
'Would you be able to cope? I'd love to see you try. Let's find out now shall we?'
Smack.
He was on top of her now. The pain in his arm forgotten. But when he reached to hit her again, he couldn't. He couldn't actually touch her. Not because he didn't want to, oh no he did. But because he didn't know how. Every inch of her story as to why she was beaten would get her in trouble. Not even calling for help when she saw him in the grounds, so why couldn't he touch her? He didn't know. She just lay there looking up at him. Eyes not even filled with terror. Eyes filled with hatred, disgust, revenge and did he see that?
Defiance.
Not even pure hatred, not even the slightest bit of discord. No.
Defiance.
He got up and stood at looked at her.
'And that, Weasel, is what a ferret does when it's angry.'
'What hit things?' Ginny felt alarmed, not that she showed it. She had just witnessed Malfoy showing emotions. Very painfully yes, but she'd still witnessed it.
'No Weasley, we kill them. It's a good thing I chose not to kill you.'
Ginny watched him go, sauntering into the Forbidden Forest.
Emotions. So he did have them. How very touching.
Yeah, it didn't turn out quite like I'd planned it to. But you know when you just write, and you just lose yourself in it. It just comes out, and you don't seem to have control. I'm really sorry, I'm not a masochist.