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Chapter Thirteen

"I want to know what the hell you all think you're doing!" Draco fumed kicking McAdam's feet off the coffee table with his legs as he walked. "Who told you that you could eat chicken?" Draco yelled in Crabbe and Goyle's direction as they sat with their heads held downcast. "Last time I checked, being a Death Eater wasn't about eating chicken!"

"But we were-"

"Save it Goyle!" Draco interjected, "Obviously, you can't handle real jobs so you know what? This whole killing the mudblood thing is off!" McAdam's raised his hand, "Are we in Hogwarts?" Draco questioned with an edge at McAdam's elevated hand. "I think not."

"I thought I was supposed to raise my hand to speak." McAdam stated.

"There's only five people here! FIVE! Who the hell cares? There's Crabbe, Goyle, you, me and some piss drunk fool in the corner! Just speak for Merlin's sake!"

"Well for starters, there are three more piss drunk fools in the mudblood's room,"

Draco's eyes slit as he glared at nothing in particular, storming his way into Hermione's bedroom.

Crabbe, Goyle and McAdam stared in Draco's wake as a crashing sound, loud boom, yelling along with incoherent bellowing was heard. Without warning a body came flying out of the bedroom door, going so far that it hit the ground at their feet.

"Care to say that one more time? I have no problem killing you, it takes just a flick of a wand!" Draco resurfaced.

"Oh lay off him chap, he's just... he's just drunk." a jet black haired bloke spoke, stumbling out of the bedroom with a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.

"YOU'RE just drunk, this one," he said, kicking who he so spoke of in the side, receiving a grunt muffled by the carpet "Is drunk AND an idiot! Take whoever else is in there and get the fuck out!"

"Dude, chillll." Draco raised his wand in his direction. "Alright, alright, I'll get 'em."

"And as far as you three," Draco glared, turning his attention back at McAdam, Crabbe and Goyle, "Get mister piss drunk in the corner and go home, I've had enough of this crap for one day."

"What should we do with him?" McAdam asked as he got up.

"Does it look like I care?" Draco questioned.

"Um..."

"Because I don't!" nobody moved, "Well what are you all standing around for? Get the bloody hell out of this dump!"

"Yes you royal pain in the-" McAdam muttered under his breath.

"What?" Draco spoke sharply.

"Oh, nothing." he replied lightly as he went to go get the drunk up off the floor.

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"Granger!" he called out, climbing up the stairs, "Granger where in hell's name are you!" reaching the top he stopped. "I thought I told you not to move!" he said staring at her as she stood in the middle of the hallway.

"You told me not to leave the house." she replied.

"No, I said go nowhere."

"Well you should have been more specific, nowhere out of the room, out of the house, the city, the country?" Hermione shrugged innocently with a slight gleam in her eyes.

"You think you're so smart." Draco scowled.

A coy smile played on her lips, "Because I am so smart."

He glared, "Whatever, you can go now."

"I take it you took care of the problem you caused?"

"So it's my fault you're a mud-"

"Finish that sentence and you'll regret it, Malfoy." Hermione glared.

"What, you gonna kill me? Oh, I'm scared." he feigned.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Obnoxious prick." and with that and a pop she was gone.

A/N: Short I know, don't complain but do review. I'll have the next chap up soon, I promise as long as you promise to review :P