Note: Already chapter 10! Time passes by so quickly! And this week, on December 15... it's Eragon! Yeah! I'm so excited, I can't wait to watch the movie! Anyway, I'd like to wish everybody a Merry Christmas. I know it's a bit early, but I don't know if I'll be able to update on the 24th. And besides, at least I thought about it! So, on this happy note, I leave you to the next chapter!
Chapter 10: Kourageous Knights Of The Ku Klux Klan
"So you want to know about...?"
"I want to know about the Pure, Malfoy. Shall I print it on your thick skull of yours so you'll finally remember it and stop asking? Or will you begin with the explanations?"
"You need to calm down, dear. It's not good for your health" That was it. She was fed up with his games. Carefully, she took her wand and prepared for the attack...
"Screw my health and explain, Malfoy!" She practically shouted, aiming her wand at his neck. Oh, beloved power over vile creatures such as him...
"Ho ho ho, little Granger is showing her claws, huh? Don't be so impatient. I can't say I'm not enjoying myself at making you furious, but it's becoming way too easy. Give me more of a challenge, please."
Why the... Okay, maybe she was quicker to abandon her calm today, but he was more infuriating by the minute!
Slowly, she lowered her wand until the Slytherin could stand without being on the tip of his toes. But she didn't pocket it yet.
"Seeing as you're so eager to learn from me, I'll do you a favour and share my knowledge with you, a poor, defenceless, ignorant little future wife." He patted her on the head.
Must. Not. Kill. Aaaaaargh!
"Where shall I begin?"
"At the beginning!"
"It was a rhetorical question."
"And it is the last sentence you'll hear before you die in the most painful, shameful way possible."
"You got me pretty scared here," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He exhaled, eyes closed, searching a way to start his 'story':
"You surely know about the pureblood society, and the fact that all of us are rich, high in society, and for the most of us are better than mudbloods and half-bloods at magic. Right?"
"They're muggleborns, not mudbloods, you prat."
"Riiiiight. So, as I said, we're better than... them. Pureblood families come from two major branches: the branch of the First, and the branch of the Pure. Since you didn't ask for the First, we'll get to the latter."
"But the First is something I'd also want to know about!"
"You should've thought about it before," he said, dismissing the problem by a flick of his hand. "The Pure, if you must know, is called like that because he is the first pureblood of our magical existence."
"Can't be. If he's a pureblood, his parents should have been too."
"That's where the definition of the word 'pureblood' comes in handy, if I do say so. A pureblood is a wizard whom both parents hold magical powers, and whose blood is called 'pure' because he comes from a royal family from both his mother's side and his father's. Of course purebloods need to be related to the human race."
"Oh," was all she could say. And there she thought you only needed to act like a spoiled brat to be a pureblood.
"The Pure was the child of Morgana III, queen of a now extinct race called the Succubus, and Thor, heir to the throne of Atlantis. Sadly enough, Atlantis disappeared at the precise moment the Pure was born." He didn't appear the least bit sympathetic with the people of Atlantis while stating their tragic fate, though.
"You're so egocentric."
"I just keep my interest on what deserves to be interesting."
"And what is it? You?"
"Exactly. Just admit that I am the most breathtaking male of Hogwarts."
"I admit the size of your ego catches my breath every time you come near me, in Hogwarts as well as everywhere else."
His next retort came as a sneer. It stayed in place far too long in her opinion before he continued with the subject in which she was interested:
"When he was five years old, the Pure assisted to the murder of his entire family by a muggle gang named the Ku Klux Klan. He–"
She interrupted him as soon as she heard the gang's name.
"The Ku Klux Klan? Wasn't it a racist gang in the United States? I've read they–"
He interrupted her in turn:
"Yeah, but the point is, the Ku Klux Klan of USA was loosely based on the principles of the first Ku Klux Klan, which was situated all across Asia and Europe. The first organisation's full name was "The Kourageous Knights of the Ku Klux Klan". A failure to every man's taste if you ask me." He motioned to her to follow him out of the room, as he was obviously tired of standing in the same position for such a long time. She couldn't deny she was feeling the same way.
He led her through a series of halls, adjacent rooms and stairs (she had been reassured when they didn't move like the ones in Hogwarts, for the Malfoy Manor was almost as big as the castle) to finally end up in a magnificent cozy library (but it didn't mean anything since every library was magnificent to her). He got them two hidden comfortable chairs, near a consuming fire. The room was surrounded by sets of shelves of old books and it had been painted in the colors of the Gryffindors; something that distracted her a bit from the main reason she had paid Malfoy a visit that day.
"Why doesn't your Slytherin family have more rooms like this one?"
"Because even if you thought otherwise, torture rooms are not so common in the Manor."
She gulped. Torture? Why did he bring her in a place where they tortured people? Oh, wait a minute. There was no possible way it could be a torture room. She just had to look at the books, the comfy chairs, the Gryffindor-like decor, the books...
"You're kidding, right?" she said, catching a glimpse of sarcasm in his silver eyes. Even if she wondered what it was doing in his eyes instead of frustrating her by decorating his lips. Yeah, decorating.
"No. All this red and gold would be enough to scare a self-respecting deatheater for sure."
"Ha, ha, sodding ha." she responded, without the slightest sign of amusement.
He didn't answer but went to look through the shelves of the 'torture room' until he finally got what he was searching for.
"Hey, Granger! Catch!"
He carelessly –more like cruelly to her– threw the book in her direction. Surprised, she instinctively extended her arms to catch it, closing her eyes at the same time. Which wasn't for sure the best thing to do, even if she unexpectedly succeeded at saving the book from crashing on the floor.
"That was completely uncalled for!" she said indignantly.
"But it was worth the shot seeing your face." He tried to mimic her: "Oh my God, he's trying to hurt this mighty book which is by the way the only love of my life! I shall never live happily ever after if it is hurt!"
She suddenly had the impression his tone was a bitter one, more than it needed to be even if it was coming from him. Trying to remain of a natural color, something utterly difficult since she knew she was a bit red in the face, she took a closer look at the book he had thrown in her direction.
"Dictionary of the demon race; how to properly eliminate all evil on our sacred earth," she read. "How… imaginative", she continued, eyebrow raised. Opening the book, she directly went to the table of contents:
"Chapter I: Succubus and Incubus.
Chapter II: Centaurs
Chapter III: Unicorns"
She suddenly stopped and looked directly into Malfoy's eyes.
"Unicorns? Evil?" the sound of disbelief in her voice was clearly shown. She was shocked. How could anyone think unicorns were evil? It was like… like saying Voldemort was in habit of entertaining sick children as a clown. It made no sense at all.
"Chapter IV: Fees
Chapter V: Elves
Chapter VI: The Kraken
Chapter VII: Vampires
Chapter VIII: Negros
Chapter IX: Black animals
Chapter X: Red donkeys
Chapter XI: All 'magicians', 'healers' or other 'midwives'
Chapter XII: Every other demonic being you should be aware of and multiple ways to eradicate evil forces
Chapter XIII: How to clean a soul from its tainted body
Chapter XIV: Alphabetical order of every known witch and wizard potentially on the loose
Chapter XV: Every religion worshipping Satan
Chapter XVI: Final recommendations"
As she finished the reading, she couldn't believe her eyes. Chapter VII: Negros. Disgusting. The author was an absolutely racist jackass. The chapters IX and X were another evidence the writer hadn't known a single thing about genetics and the definition of 'evil'. The thirteenth chapter seemed like the beginning of a mass genocide era and she was quite sure the fourteenth chapter included every know religion except Christianity.
"The writer was one of the main followers of the first Ku Klux Klan, but I think he got slaughtered in public because he was considered as a 'weak spot'. They said he was too kind since he had only included a third of the demonic population, and he had supposedly given only the 'less effective ways' to kill the monsters. Meaning he wasn't maniac enough." explained Malfoy.
She flipped through the pages, sometimes stopping at particularly nasty and cruel images. She grimaced.
"You call that 'not maniac enough'?"
She showed him a picture representing really well the definition of 'eternal, excruciating pain', which made the Cruciatus curse look like something mildly refreshing to experience.
"I'm not the one who said those things," he replied, his face showing no emotion, even though she had expected him to cringe a little at this horrible scene.
"And you say the Pure watched his parents getting killed and tortured by these sick people?" Alright, she was feeling a tad nauseous now… poor kid.
"Not only his parents. And I never did say he watched them getting killed, did I? I meant he heard them. He was blind."
His careless tone made her want to puke. It was almost as revolting as the book she was still holding in her hands.
"The funny thing in this is when he discovered what his Animagus form was."
"There's nothing funny, Malfoy. And he was 5 years old, he couldn't possibly have been an Animagus, it's simply…"
"Impossible? No. He was the most powerful magical being of all times." He sneered at her, preparing for the next thing to come: "By the way, his Animagus form was one of a human. That's how he was able to procreate and have his lineage continue until tomorrow and ever after. Lucky guy got married to seven princesses in a row."
"There's no luck in being blind and having your whole family get violently killed, Malfoy."
"That's what you say," he simply remarked. God, was he sickening. Before she had the time to think of a rude comment to expose what she really thought about him, he asked: "Have you received a letter delivered by a blue owl, lately?"
...What was the link again?
"No, why do you ask? Even if the question had slightly taken her aback for it didn't have any relation whatsoever with the latter discussion, she was still mad at him for his appalling behaviour.
"It's nothing you should worry about, really, Granger."
"Then why do I have the sudden impression that you're hiding something from me that is surely something I should worry about?"
"It's not what you think it is. Forget I even asked, okay?"
"No, I won't!"
"Oh, yes you will!"
At this, he brusquely grabbed her by the arm and dragged her behind him, out of the library.
"Hey! What are you doing? I'm not a doll you can carry wherever you want!"
"No, you're an annoying woman who just can't keep her mouth shut for one minute, but for once in your life, Granger, please shut up!"
"No, I won't!" Okay, that was too childish, but... what was it with him? He was abominably emotionless and then all of a sudden he got all angry on her!
"You need to!" He shouted, briskly turning his face toward hers, but continuing to walk at a fast pace.
"Why?" she asked him, therefore refusing to listen to him and ignoring his urgent tone.
"Because if you don't do it yourself I'll have to force you to do so!"
Yeah, as if that was going to happen. What would he do to her? Punch her until he broke her teeth? This would just ruin his reputation! She sniggered at the thought.
"You wouldn't dare to touch me, prat," she almost spat in his face.
"Silencio."
Oh well. She just had to forget there were other means of shutting someone up than brutal force. Like magic, perhaps... bad luck indeed. Why, in the name of God, had she even had the smallest amount of an idea of going to see Malfoy?
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This chapter is pretty long, is it not? I like it! XD Anyway, hope you liked it! Reviews please?
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