A Snake in a Raven's Claw
DISCLAIMER: This series is a work of fiction based off the Harry Potter franchise using characters that are trademarked by J.K Rowling and Warner Bros Entertainment Inc. I do not claim ownership of the Harry Potter franchise. While most dialogue is of my own creation, some dialogue is taken directly from the Harry Potter franchise as a matter of course, due to the type of work I am creating. Characters found in this series not found within the Harry Potter franchise are of my own creation.
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The young Malfoy scion kept rewinding the conversation he had with Chang, his brow furrowed even as he tried to shake off the state of his mind, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings. Every single time he interacted with her, Draco felt a strange warmth, a tingling sensation in the pits of his stomach that gradually bloomed until it spread throughout every inch of the young pureblood's body.
The corners of his lips contorting into a series of odd shapes until a scowl had formed across the young pureblood's face. Grimacing as the realization registered in his mind, the weight of the situation felt like a weight that had been chained around his ankle pulling him into the great mass of water that encompasses the castle.
His eyes slowly fluttering open, the Ravenclaw shifting his body to turn on his side eliciting a creaking sound from the canopy bed which was made all the more piercing against the silence of nightfall. Gradually rising his body in an effort to mitigate the creaking sounds produced by the canopy bed in response to the shifting of his weight against the bed.
Planting his feet against the oak flooring the wood creaking under the weight of the pureblood's feet, Draco snuck a glance at the others only to find their eyes were still tightly sealed shut, their dreams playing out on their faces. Sliding one arm through his long-sleeved shirt, the polyester fabric soft against the porcelain skin of his arm, repeating the action with his remaining arm, the polyester blend of cotton now firmly enclosing around his back, his fingers trailing downwards sliding under the buttons and lifting the button and sliding it into place.
Once all the buttons were firmly in place, the Ravenclaw placed the thin fabric of midnight blue and silver diagonal stripes over his neck. Taking his black sweater and losing his head through the neck hole and his arms through the sleeves, and pulling down the sweater so it fit neatly over his shirt, the Ravenclaw house crest sewn over his breast pocket.
The oak flooring creaking under the weight of his shoes as he made his way into the common room. Taking a seat on the midnight blue couch. He ran a hand through his blonde mane.
The rest of the Ravenclaw students dispersed throughout the labyrinthine castle, Draco slowly rose from his seat. He moved toward the tower's entrance, taking his time to open the heavy door. The descent down the concrete steps was unforgiving as each step taken down the concrete staircase seemed to dig into his feet, eliciting a pained wince from the young pureblood.
Arriving at the concrete courtyard, weaving through a sea of conversing students, his silver-steel irises flickered around the open space, finally settling upon a pudgy boy whose hair resembled a myriad of tiny black grains of sand accompanied by a slightly taller boy with dense hair and a pudgy neck.
Cloaked in an aura of conceit, the young Malfoy confidently advanced towards the two boys, his lips curling into an arrogant smirk. "Crabbe, Goyle, it's time to go and pay Potter and Weasley a visit ?" Draco said, his tone reeking of arrogance.
Goyle's voice was filled with contempt as he announced, "We don't listen to you anymore, Malfoy. We follow Blaise now." Crabbe silently affirmed his allegiance with a nod.
Draco's incredulous gaze fell upon the two, and he said, "What's the matter with you two?
"You don't talk to us like that anymore, Malfoy," he hissed, fingers clenched around Draco's shirt. A wicked grin flashed at Crabbe, Goyle forcefully shoved Draco to the ground, the impact with the courtyard's concrete making Draco grimace.
Pushing himself up on his feet grimacing at the feelings of the concrete digging into his palms and knees, the young pureblood whipped his wand and before he could stop himself aimed his wand at the two boys shouting "Locomotor Mortis", a crimson light shot out of Draco's wand, as a thin, black rope like substance shot out of Draco's wand and wrapped itself around Crabbe and Goyle's legs, causing them to tumble to the concrete ground, angrily grumbling "We'll get you for this Malfoy".
The young pureblood bolted out of the courtyard before the two had an opportunity to make good on their promise.