Draco Malfoy and the Potions Pupil
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Chapter 3: Lonely Days at Hogwarts
Draco was sitting in his office reading some dismal second year's essay on fertiliser potions. He set it down after marking a large D on it and moved to the doorway. He opened the door and looked out into the empty corridor. He looked to his right and knew that it lead to the Slytherin dormitories where he'd spent a lot of his former days at Hogwarts. He remembered his school days again and how he's enjoyment of them had declined over the seven years he'd been a student. He had been popular among the Slytherins, given his social status and pure bloodline, but he'd never had one person who he'd ever really connected with. No one... until Astoria. She'd revived him, she'd saved him, and now she was gone. His thoughts suddenly landed on a red haired girl and he wondered why he was thinking about Lily Potter. What had put her into his head?
He was pulled from these thoughts by another red haired girl who had passed his door and was heading down the corridor.
"Weasley," he called after her.
"What?" said Rose irritably turning to face him.
"Manners," he said in a quiet voice.
Rose huffed.
"You're more like your father than anyone would've hoped," he said to her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she spat.
"Nothing, just that I think you're rude," he said plainly before a smirk crept onto his face. "And that I think you need to be taught a lesson. Ten points from Gryffindor."
"What! You have got to be kidding," said Rose, outraged.
Draco chuckled. It gave him great amusement to be able to have this affect on Ron Weasley's daughter.
"I am not kidding," he said.
"You little b-" Rose started before her mouth suddenly snapped shut.
Draco had his wand out and had waved it lazily in her direction just as she'd been about to insult him.
"I suppose I should've let you go," he said. "But I don't take kindly to being insulted, especially not by a Weasley. You will meet me every night after dinner for detention for the next two weeks. And don't be late."
He turned and retreated to his office, releasing Rose from the spell only as he was closing the door behind him. As he made his way back to his desk he pondered his own words. Did he really still hold the same contempt for the Weasleys that he had all those years ago; the loathing that his father had ingrained in him since his earliest memories? Again his thoughts made their way to Lily Potter; another Weasley and suddenly he wasn't so sure that he did hate them, at least not all of them.