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Can't Have Me – Chapter 4: Hatin' A Month

Draco's POV

Once I reached the portrait of the Slytherin house, I kicked the wall beside it as hard as I could, which created a slight crack sound. The man in the portrait jumped in surprise, but didn't say anything else.

"Stupid Mudblood," I muttered.

The man looked puzzled. "I'm sorry, that is not the password."

I looked at him for a second and muttered, "Dammit, I meant Vipera."

The man looked sympathetic for a second, for reasons I don't know. Then he opened the doorway, and I stepped in.

There were a few people in the common room, including Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Looks like they were in the middle of a truth-or-dare game. Pansy stared for a second, and then smiled seductively. I wanted to puke in that moment.

"Care to join us, Drakie?" she said.

I tried to hide my shudder and replied, "No thanks, pug. Enjoy it without me."

Blaise tilted his head. "You're jaw's a little swollen, Draco. Have a fight with some lame Ravenclaw?" He chuckled.

I gave him the same glare I gave Granger after she punched me, and he immediately stopped laughing and cleared his throat. I knew he was sweating a little.

"Good night to all of you," I said simply, and then I headed to the bedroom. When I slipped in to my pajamas, I drifted off to sleep.

...

With Crabbe and Goyle behind me, I headed to the Great Hall. I cracked my knuckles and stretched a little. While heading to our table, I took as short glimpse at the Gryffindor table.

There she was. The girl who I wanted to kill.

She was facing this way, and she was laughing at something the Weaselbee had said. I waited. And soon enough, she glanced at me. She tensed, I could feel it. For about ten seconds, we just stared. I knew she knew that I had to have vengeance for what she did to me last night, and we both knew that it wasn't going to be a happy one.

She finally gave up and looked down at her plate. She probably lost her appetite when she remembered seeing my famous death glare, and believe me, students sometimes beg for mercy when they see me look at them like that. It's worse than death. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating it too much.

Anyway, the filthy Mudblood muttered something to Mr. Potty, who frowned. He placed his hand on her shoulder and said something like, Are you all right, 'Mione? Then she muttered something again, and Harr-Potty nodded. Granger stood up, and without looking back, she left the Great Hall.

I continued to eat.

...

"...you need to look at yourself sometimes!"

I didn't remember what we were arguing about that time. Maybe my mind was shouting insults involuntarily, like insulting Granger was something I needed to do automatically. We were in the middle of a not-so-crowded hallway, and students were listening. Some were pretending not to, and continued to walk to their classes. But there were still some people who just stood there, listening intently to our back and forth argument.

When I didn't answer for a few seconds, she laughed humorlessly. "Oh, did you run out of comebacks? I'm glad. I wouldn't want to spend the whole day arguing—"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP ALREADY!"I cut off.

People stared at me for my new angry tone, and some even gasped. I didn't care.

"I CAN'T PUT UP WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU ANYMORE! YOU'RE JUST A STUPID KNOW-IT-ALL WHO DOESN'T REMEMBER WHEN TO STOP BICKERING FOR NO REASON! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE WHO'S INSULTING YOU AND ASKING YOU TO APOLOGIZE, YOU KNOW! OH, AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I QUIT! I'M LEAVING HOGWARTS FOR GOOD. IT'S NOT WORTH IT TO STAY FOR A WHOLE YEAR, BECAUSE IT'S TORTURE WHEN I HAVE TO SPEND IT WITH YOU AROUND. I DON'T CARE WHAT MCGONAGALL SAYS, BECAUSE I JUST DON'T!"

And with that, I turned around and walked away briskly. I don't care where I end up, but I just wish it would be somewhat near McGonagall's office.

...

"Are you sure with that choice, Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked. I was in her office, and I burst out everything I had to say to her. I told her about how the filthy Mudblood keeps quarrelling with me in the middle of a corridor and how she would always try to make me lose my patience with her, although it's probably involuntary for her. And I also added a few swear words with my whole speech, but I was glad McGonagall was just calm about it.

"Of course I am!" I calmed down a bit while I was talking, but of course, hints of anger and rage were still in my tone.

McGonagall sighed. "Is Ms. Granger really that bad for you to leave Hogwarts?"

I made a face which meant, Do I really need to explain to you how bitchy she is again?

She sighed again, which was getting a little annoying. "Then I shall make sure you will be leaving in, ah, about four weeks."

I widened my eyes. "Four weeks? That's a whole month! I want to leave now!"

"I'm just trying to give you some time to say goodbye to your friends. I'm sure they wouldn't like it." McGonagall was calm (as usual) when saying this.

I knew she also meant the girls who kept whining about wanting me. You know, the girls who send me suckish love letters every Christmas? Yeah, them. "I don't care. Get. Me. Home. Now."

"I'm sorry, but you will have to...what do the moderns say it again? Ah! You will have to...erm...take it or leave it, Mr. Malfoy."

I gritted my teeth. "Fine. There's no other way anyway."

"Good," she replied, grabbing a clean sheet of parchment and an envelope from her drawer and starting to scribble on it. "I will be sending your request to the train staff, who will probably send you on a train alone. Remember, Draco Malfoy, once I send this request, you may not be able to change your mind. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," I muttered.

McGonagall sighed. "You may go to your next class now. You're twenty minutes late for it." She handed me an excuse slip.

I didn't thank her, of course, but I'm pretty sure she's used to that. I grabbed the piece of paper and strutted out of her office.

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