Ugh. Draco hated try-hards. And there wasn't anyone at this school trying harder to look edgy than this boy. White hair, piercings, ripped jeans, bulging eyes and some sort of demon-goat cosplay with horns like a ram and a tail. And on top of that, he was stealing Draco's job! That is, to be the biggest terrorist on the grounds. While Draco had the art of mean-girls style gossip and teasing down, this Ram Kid was was the full on tackle-and-headlock. And Draco didn't like it. So of course, he did what any sensible spineless, wannabe Death Eater would. He went straight to daddy.
Of course, being your father's pet meant you could tattle, disparage and basically diss whoever you wish. But, if Draco went straight to his father about someone as unsignificant - Draco thought with a bitter smile - as Ram Kid, his father wouldn't be pleased. Oh no, Draco would have to intimidate him first.
Intimidation, for Draco, went one of two ways:
A) The person backs down.
B) Said person is Hermione and she punches you.
After much careful thought and considerate and to the potential outcomes, punishments and- Ahh, who am I kidding? Draco marched up to Ram Kid the very next day, his re-animated meat pies Crabbe and Goyle in tow.
"Hey!" Called Draco pithily.
Ram Kid tiny pupils flicked down to him. Draco felt just a tiny bit silly, standing two feet too small under Ram Kid's gaze. Looking up at his bulbous eyes, glinting piercings and scuffed horns, Draco also felt just the tiniest bit uncertain about his next line.
Geez, I think this guy can smell fear. Draco thought to himself as Ram Kid's wicked smile widened. Draco felt a few beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Forcing his voice's overriding urge to shake down. Draco swallowed, audibly, and spoke;
" My father will hear about this behaviour!"
Ram Kid's smile cracked open to reveal the gaping hole that was his mouth, and he howled, shoulders shaking as he laughed. Opening his tears eyes, glinting with a kind of sinister mirth, and he canned his laughter to offer a reply.
Too little too late. Draco had left Crabbe and Goyle to the wolves and was currently sprinting a new track record back towards the Slytherin common room.
A/N: It is here! One of my teachers - we have two - just left on maternity leave and I'm pretty salty about her replacement, but I won't go on a rant. All this to say I have even more stupid hard homework sooooo *nervous laugh*. Riot in the streets! Raise your glass of milk! We will have triple stuffed Oreos! TO THE OREOVELUTION!
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