Chapter 4? Oh, my!
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Draco looked her up and down slowly, then smirked. "Have a good night, Granger," and he walked away.
Hermione stumbled into the Gryffindor common room only to the find it dark and quiet. Unusual for a Saturday night. Still, she breathed a sigh of relief once she realized that no one was there to see her in this unbalanced state. Suddenly she heard some shuffling off to her side and the lights came on, blinding her.
"Happy Birthday!" Her friends shouted. Ginny ran up to her and strapped a silly hat onto her head. Once it was placed firmly, sparks started to shoot out of the top. A magical birthday hat. Harry and Ron pulled her over to a couch where she was then bombarded with gifts. In an almost mechanical state she opened all of her gifts - mostly books, with a few blouses - and told people how seventeen didn't feel much different than sixteen. Before she knew it she was being tucked into bed by Pavarti and Lavender.
"Well,'" Lavender sighed, "she must have had quite the time."
"Sure," Pavarti agreed, "just look at her, dazed, almost asleep already!"
"Goodnight Hermione," the girls said in unison.
Before she knew it, Hermione was out like a light.
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"Goodnight Draco," Pansy Parkinson crooned as she left the boys dorm. Draco gave her an uninterested wave. Other Slytherin boys poked their heads in and gave him a thumbs up. It's not as if we did anything interesting, Draco thought. I just sat here while she went on, and on about her crush on Blaise. If only she knew what an insensitive bastard he was. Draco was still stewing over his fight with Blaise after he got back to the common room. Blaise was acting as if what he almost did was no big deal, while Draco tried to make him realize how much trouble he could have gotten into. It ended with them screaming profanities at each other and walking away, each trying to prove themselves as the dominant male . . . And failing.
Draco heard a tapping at his window and went to open it. His family owl swooped in, dropped a letter onto his bed, and swooped back out, without even a glance at Draco. Sighing, he closed the window and threw the letter onto his desk. Probably just another rant about how I need to get my grades up. Oh how tragic it is that a mud blood can score one point ahead of me in everything, he thought sarcastically. Thinking of his less than lacking grades brought his mind to the bushy haired witch once again. She didn't seem to want to go away, she was in every other thought that filled his head.
He was a bit shaken about what had happened, though he'd never dare to show it. He understood the dominance role in pureblood society. Males were always above females, and when it came to muggle borns, well, they were just convenient play things. It shouldn't have surprised him. He'd seen plenty of muggle born witches looking for work in Malfoy Manor, taking whatever scraps they could get. His father had escorted more beautiful mud bloods to his bedroom than Draco could count.
The only thing that kept Draco from becoming like his father in yet another way, was the look on his mother's face every time a new girl stumbled out of their room half dressed. That pained expression on her face crushed him every time. He couldn't think of a single thing that those girls had that his mother didn't. Narcissa Malfoy was a respectable woman, who would do absolutely anything for her husband, but obviously anything wasn't enough.
Draco remembered the terrified look in Hermione's eyes as she cowered on the floor below him. He remembered wondering how many times those muggle born witches had looked upon his father with such fear. He remembered wondering how many muggle born witches would look upon his friends with such fear if he didn't do something. So he had made up some rubbish about Azkaban and made them leave. Then he had threatened the poor witch and walked away.
Sure, Draco knew, and respected, the dominance role in pureblood society, but when it came to women, Draco knew where to draw the line. I will never be like my father, Draco thought, and whenever he would push aside something that his father would surely embrace, he felt a little more sure about that statement. In Draco's eyes, mud bloods were good for nothing except serving his kind, but he would never take advantage of that fact.
Okay, not much of a cliff hanger, but at least you get some insight into Draco's life.
Yes, he believes that muggle borns should be used by pure bloods. Just, not in the way Blaise and his father believe.
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