Chapter 3: The stupid of Dewey

Capitulo III : El imbécil de Dewey

Draco lazily turned another page. Pansy lay on a bottle green couch in front of the boy watching him hopefully. Between them the fire crackled, although it was still only morning there wasn't too much light in Slytherin's Common Room.

Slowly, continuing to devour him with her eyes, Pansy got up from the couch and softly slid, moving her hips, across the dark carpet towards the boy. He barely acknowledged her with a detached glance before returning his attention to the book. With a sonorous sigh Pansy let herself down on the couch's armrest and rested her body against the back of the couch, very close to Draco. The Slytherin turned another page ignoring the girl who softly pressed herself against him and started to lightly kiss his neck, determined to have his attention.

For more than a minute, Draco neither made any move nor showed any reaction to the brunette's kisses, except maybe, in the violence with which he turned the pages. After a while, he clucked his tongue angrily and abruptly stood up almost making Pansy fell to the floor.

Not now Pansy – he said dryly – I'm trying to concentrate.

When he saw the tears coming to her eyes, Draco turned his lips into a disgusted expression and abandoned the Common Room. He walked through the cold and deserted corridors of the dungeons and decided to go to the library, so he could be able to read in peace… but probably some nervous girl would come up to him and try to talk to him with big shiny eyes and a silly smile. He raised his head, congratulating himself on being so irresistible but in fact, that day he wasn't in a fan mood. He had woken up in a very bad mood and he didn't know why. Subconsciously, he thought that he would probably run into Granger there, after all she was a bookworm.

He grinned maliciously. He would annoy her for a while, surely that would put him put him in a better mood.

He looked around the library, searching for a table far enough away so that he'd have peace and quiet, then he spied Hermione sitting at a table in front of an open book and with the end of the quill between her lips. He observed her for a while thinking how to upset her when he saw a boy of their age, brunette and with green eyes approach the table. Draco scrutinized him and saw Ravenclaw's shield on his robes. The boy was familiar but he couldn't figure out why.

He felt a surge of harsh, incontrollable rage expand throughout his body when he saw how he rested a hand on Hermione's table and how he leaned into her and whispered something into her ear. She smiled softly and a little blush appeared in her cheeks. Then she pointed at a shelf and said a few words. The Ravenclaw smiled stupidly and passed a hand through his brown hair before leaving the table backwards so he wouldn't have to stop looking at her. Malfoy almost threw up when he saw the boy crash into a chair and heard Hermione's nervous laugh. Furious, he grabbed a third year girl who was near him by the robes and violently turned her toward him and asked.

Who is that? – He demanded, pointing at the Ravenclaw's face.

Dewey, Benjamin Dewey – The girl explained with a look of terror on her face - He is Ravenclaw's quidditch captain and also a prefect.

Malfoy let her go abruptly without taking his eyes off Dewey and the scared girl ran out of the library. So Dewey, he murmured, he had just remembered why he was familiar. For years they had shared a greenhouse in Herbology but he not longer had that class so he had forgotten him. He had seen him play quidditch on a number of occasions and it seemed that he was popular with the girls, but of course not as much as he was. Draco observed Dewey examining him for a while and he said to himself that that boy wasn't worthy to be his rival, he was a nobody.

His eyes returned to Granger who was concentrating on reading a book and so hadn't noticed his presence. Draco frowned angrily and looked for a table near the girl to leave the book he had been trying to read in the Common Room. A couple of girls put away their notes and quills to make room for him at their desks but Malfoy ignored them and moved to a free table just beside the Gryffindor girl. He sat down and waited some minutes for the perfect moment to bother her. When he saw her stand up distractedly to look for a book, he followed her and stood on the opposite side of the shelf to her, observing without being seen. He watched and followed her from his unseen vantage point behind the shelves, studying the expression of concentration on her face as she searched for the book while, unknown to him, she ignored the fact that he was watching her. Finally she stopped in front of some books, it seemed that she had found what she was looking for but Malfoy was already prepared. When she reached the one he wanted, Malfoy was already pulling it to get it before she did. Hermione watched him surprised for an instant and then with a bored look she grappled with Malfoy for the book.

Leave it Malfoy – she requested irritated but still pulling the book.

Don't even think about it, I picked up this book first, look for another one – he answered feeling a lot better for bothering Granger.

There are no more books! – she answered with a high pitched voice – besides, I don't know why you want the book, you don't study Arithmancy!

I don't have to give you an explanation mudblood – he replied with contempt – I saw it first so let it go and disappear from my sight.

You're such a… - growled the girl unable to find a word bad enough to describe him. Finally she sighed exasperatedly and went away letting the book go so abruptly that Malfoy lost his balance for an instant. He watched her with fury while she stalked away between the shelves to her table but soon he smiled satisfied. He enjoyed making the bookworm mad even more than he enjoyed terrorizing first years.

With the book on his hands he walked proudly towards the desk where she was frantically writing on the parchment determined to ignore him. Draco was going to start to read some of the book when he saw Dewey again approaching the girl's table this time with a mountain of books in his hands. He left them on the table and Hermione lifted her irritated face believing that it was Malfoy, but she smiled sweetly when she saw the Ravenclaw.

- Is something wrong Ben? – she asked kindly, leaving her quill down. Discovering that she used his first name caused a spark of rage to ignite within Malfoy

- You see Hermione… - started the boy touching the nape of his neck a little ashamed – I have trouble with Transfiguration… I've read a thousand books but I still can't manage to use the Mutating charm…

- Oh, it is a little bit complicated, but I learned how to use it in a couple of weeks, if you want I can help you…

- Yes! – exclaimed the boy excitedly, and Hermione blushed a bit and then the Ravenclaw did too – I mean… I would be very grateful if you could help me.

Hermione smiled softly at him and then saw that Draco was observing them.

- Do you want something Malfoy? – she asked happily. Draco pressed the book between his hands until his knuckles turned white and his silver snake shaped ring got inlayed on his skin and without a word he passed them by, not forgetting to punch his body against the Ravenclaw's.

- What the hell? – he heard him say.

Draco threw the book violently on to his desk and sat down full of rage. That stupid Dewey and that filthy little mudblood had definitely ruined his day! He rubbed his temples trying to relax himself, he didn't know why that idiot bookworm was able to infuriate him like that. His father had always taught him that to follow his feelings was a weakness, but that stupid girl almost made him do it/ give in every time he saw her. Why should it matter to him if Dewy acted like a love-struck idiot around her? Like that pompous Ernie Mcmillan or the weasel who for centuries drooled over her. He watched her for some minutes with her head very close to Dewey's talking in whispers and making some wand movements and told himself that she had nothing special. It was true that in the last to years she had changed a lot, specially the last summer but she wasn't gorgeous… well, probably a little so what? That doesn't stop her from being a mudblood, there was no magic blood through her veins, just a common daughter of muggles such as dozens of students in Hogwarts. Maybe she was the best of the class but it was just because she spent most of her life in the library studying the whole day, while he didn't need half of that effort to surpass her…

He sighed, exasperated and annoyed to see how Dewy did anything he could to get close, pretending not to understand and asking her the same thing over and over Draco was sure that he knew how to use the spell but that wouldn't let him be near Hermione. He watch him with disdain, he had never needed to use those dirty tricks.

He couldn't take watching them anymore so he picked up the book and went out of the library with his head held high. Hermione observed him until he disappeared through the door then he turned to Dewey and continued to explain the Mutating Spell.

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Draco adjusted the gloves with a serious and concentrated expression. Then he took his broom in his hand and gestured for his team to follow him out of the dressing room. It was his first match as Slytherin's captain but he wasn't nervous. They were facing Ravenclaw and now that Cho Chang had graduated from Hogwarts, Malfoy knew that their new seeker had no chance against him. The rest of the team was also bad and the captain was a complete jerk.

Malfoy ground his teeth, remembering Dewy and his pathetic expression every time Granger was near him. Since the day he found them in the library he discovered that the Ravenclaw passed "casually" by every day when he never used to before. He had also seen him waiting at the dungeons entrance when they had potions to catch Hermione at the end of the class with any nonsense excuse almost all the time about his trouble understanding a spell. Draco didn't understand why he used that technique to call the mudblood's attention cause that made him look like and idiot but on the other hand, he already was one. And the idiot Grander followed him and spent hours with him in the library trying to teach him many charms and spells.

- Dewey if you need personal lessons from a daughter of muggles then you're not worthy to be at Hogwarts – he spat at him once when he found them in the library with their heads almost touching and moving their wands in the air. Dewey looked angrily at him while he stood up abruptly and pointed his wand at him. Draco already had his wand up ready to throw him a curse but Granger reached Dewey's arm and with her eyes begging him she pleaded with him to ignore Malfoy. Dewey's reactions had been slower, but when he looked at the Gryffindor he adopted again his expression of enchantment and they both ignored the Slytherin.

Draco had become furious and since that day he hadn't stopped struggling with the Ravenclaw every time he saw him, making fun of his lack of intelligence and questioning him if the stupidity had to do with a hit from a bludger or he had been born with it. Dewey got angry and puffed up like a balloon fish at every comment, it seemed that he would punch him or throw a curse at him, but at the last second he decided to ignore him making Draco angrier. He suspected that his behavior was because the mudblood had asked him to ignore him and to remember that all of Malfoy's provocation and teasing was unimportant. So Draco's blood boiled every time he saw them.

- Malfoy – called Zabinni's voice bringing him back to the present – what's the matter with you?

Draco realized his mate was staring at him curiously with his almond-shaped eyes. He was dressed in his green Slytherin robes and held his broom in his right hand. He had entered the quidditch team that year as chaser and Crabbe and Goyle were the new beaters. Draco knew that they weren't good enough for quidditch but their physicality/ size and weight meant they could play dirty and though they lacked intelligence, they had enough to beat a bludger.

- Nothing. Let's go – he barely answered leading his team through the tunnel. When they finally arrived to the end that lead to the quidditch field he felt the tickle of expectation that he used to feel at every match that also gave him a bitter taste in his mouth. Revenge.

He watched the excited public that filled the tiers and his eyes moved through the dots dressed in blue looking unconsciously for something. He discovered in the first line, a shape that didn't match with the color of the Ravenclaw's: there was a girl that didn't wear anything blue, just her black robes and her brown and bushy hair. By her side, was that blond and crazy girl, Luna Lovegood.

Draco's expression hardened. Granger had never attended a Slytherin match when they didn't face against Gryffindor. Draco knew immediately that the bookworm went only to watch Dewey and his thirst for revenge grew in a way that when he turned his head towards his team he couldn't see but green spots behind the red mist that covered his eyes.

- Let's finish them – he barked without another word, climbed on his broom and threw himself like an arrow to the middle of the field, were the Ravenclaw team surrounded their captain.

Dewey greeted Draco with a rough nod which Draco did not return, not that the Ravenclaw captain noticed, as his gaze was fixed on the crowd. Malfoy knew he was looking for the filthy little mudblood Granger and blood started to boil inside him. The arrival of Mrs. Hooch calmed down the desire to throw himself at the Ravenclaw keeper. When she asked for the captains to shake hands as requested by protocol, they both did it rigidly and squeezed each other's hand as much as they could, but their faces remained impassive except for the smirk of disdain on the Slytherin's lips. After that the whistle sounded and Draco couldn't resist the opportunity to punch Dewey with the broom when he passed him by.

He flew highly searching for the snitch and give a couple of turns above the field but soon he split his attention between the golden ball and the idiot Dewey who had stopped some of Zabinni and Valey's shots. Slytherin was losing by ten points and Crabbe and Goyle just flew like a pair of lost gorillas looking for the bludgers. When his eyes met Dewey's, the last one smiled triunfantly and mockingly and that was the moment Draco lost all the control he had left. He approached Crabbe and yelled at him to aim all the bludgers at Dewey or if that failed the bat.

- Mafloy! – shouted Zabbini interrupting his orders to Crabbe – the snitch!

It took Draco a few seconds to catch what Zabbini had been saying and when he did, he followed the direction of his gaze and saw Boot, Ravenclaw's seeker, going down after a golden shine. Rapidly he adjusted his hands on the broom's handle and threw himself after the blue spot that Boot was, with the nerves in his throat telling himself how stupid he was. If he hadn't been distracted by Dewey, Boot wouldn't be in front of him. He thought it was too late when he saw Boot extending his arms to catch the snitch but by the time the seeker had already lightly touched it and was about to close his hand around the ball, Draco reached him and give him a blow with his knee that changed the snitch's direction. Before anyone could find out what had happened Draco caught the snitch and stopped with his hand held up in the air and from within his tight fist the wings of the golden ball beat frantically. Immediately the stadium erupted in cheers and hissing but Draco didn't pay attention to them. He searched for the Gryffindor, satisfied because he had beaten her "little friend" but she didn't look at him instead she had her eyes widely opened and fixed on something behind him with an expression of horror on her face. Draco turned and saw Dewey fainted on his broom with arms and legs hanging over it. Belatedly, Crabbe explained proudly that he had taken advantage of Dewey's distraction and when Draco and Boot were fighting for the snitch he hit a bludger towards him that hit his ear and knocked him unconscious.

- What happened to you up there? – Accused Zabbini when they returned to the solid ground of the field, now full of joyful Slytherins – what were you thinking? We almost lost because of you!

Zabbini instead of being happy with the victory appeared to be upset and irritated with Draco because of what had happened. He observed him with scorn and contempt as he arrogantly raised his head. Draco was angry at how Zabbini treated him, acting as though he were the captain and was scolding a clumsy player.

- Shut your mouth Zabbini – spat Draco with a warning look – and remember that as I put you on the team I can take you out of it – and after saying that he walked away, ignoring the Slytherins that congratulated him and Pansy who stretched out her hand to walk with him. He aggressively made his way through the crowd still clutching the snitch in his hand feeling that his moment of victory had been ruined by Zabbini. Only when he saw that they took an unconscious Dewey on a stretcher he was able to smirk. And his smirk became bigger when he saw Granger following the stretcher with a worried look and twisting her hands.

- Poor Granger – he said in a mocking tone – do you think that after the hit he's going to be more stupid? I know it's difficult cause he's already a complete idiot but maybe now they will put him on third year were he should be.

Hermione was determined to follow Dewey's policy so she didn't bother to answer and hurried up to get herself out of his view but Draco wasn't done yet.

- You have such a bad taste Granger – he insisted – first I thought that you liked the weasel but Dewey is almost worse. Without a good –looking face, without intelligence and without talent for quidditch… oh, and probably without an ear after this.

That comment made the Gryffindor to stop abruptly and turn her face slowly towards him. When she did, Draco saw that she was as red as a tomato and that she had tightened her fists.

The only stupid one here is you Malfoy – she spat getting redder – you think you are the best, don't you? I've heard Zabbini. Your own team mates question you and you can only shut them down with warnings, very thoughtful of you Malfoy, I can see that they respect you – she commented with irony – let me tell you something, your life must be very sad indeed to make you enjoy watching Dewey on a stretcher – she looked at him coldly and repeated sharply – very sad – and then went away with her head held high towards Hogwarts.

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Draco was still furious for a while after the Gryffindor left him talking alone in the middle of the field. He went straight down to the dungeons before his classmates could arrive and start a party to celebrate the victory because he was not in the mood for a party. He strode through the empty Common Room as an exhalation and slammed the door of his dormitory. He flung his broomstick and practically pulled off the gloves from his hands. Just then he realized that he had kept the snitch, hidden in his closed fist. He threw it against the wall and it would've crashed if the ball hadn't pulled his wings out and started to fly around his room like a horrible insect. Draco passed his hands through his hair messed by the wind feeling an irrepressible rage that he didn't knew how to relieve. He recalled again and again the words of the impure. She had called him stupid and also she had told him that his mates neither respected him nor believed in him. That the only way he could control them was by using dangerous warnings.

On the other hand, she was perfect, he said to himself furiously and she had perfect friends who always supported her. She had no idea what it was like to be him and what it meant. She didn't know what he went through. All she worried about was getting an "Extraordinary" in all her classes and to memorize all the books that were available. She was Saint Potter and bloodtraitor Weasley's friend who both became lions every time someone messed up with her and all her house appreciated her. She was the favorite of almost all the teachers and if it wasn't enough, she had half of school dying for her.

She wasn't pretty and not especially intelligent. All her success was because of the hours she passed in the library, as a bookworm and because she was good with teachers. She always had to answer and know everything. She always had to follow rules. She always had to do what was right. She was a boring nerd without a life beyond books.

"Your life must be very sad indeed to make you enjoy watching Dewey on a stretcher" she had said to him.

Well… Draco would make sure that hers would become an authentic hell.

Hey!

It's me again! I hope you like the chapter :) I think it's less boring tan the first two. As you can see Draco had gained a mania with Dewey in a little time… why? Poor Hermione…

As always, thank you a lot to all of you that left a review!

With all my heart, Dry

Thanks to MysticTink I'm editing the chapters. I hope there's someone still reading this…