Chapter 03 :
Late after the curfew when mostly everyone was sleeping, an enraged Draco Malfoy violently slammed open the door of his dormitory, waking up all the boys of the nearby floors in a gigantic cry of suffering. But the young Malfoy was too furious to notice. Not even the outraged « Bloody Hell, Malfoy ! Stop interrupting my wet dreams with your inane screeching ! I'll kill you ! » of the seventh year Head Girl could snap him out of his fervour.
"Dammit, Nott !" He bellowed without a care for the poor people trying to go back to sleep. "Where the Hell does that insane delight come from ?! It took me hours to stop the crying of the firsties and one of them even has night terrors because you fucking smiled at him ! Why did you do that ?! We told you to never do that again ! Wasn't the Cheering Charm Incident enough to make you learn your fucking lesson ?!"
"Only one ?" Frowned Theodore while putting down his book. "Damn, that's offending... Did I actually lost a little of my edge lately ? I thought he was kidding when he said I mellowed down..."
"W-wha..."
Draco tried to express how absolutely miffed he was, but he couldn't. In the end, resigned, he sighed :
"Fuck you, Nott... And fuck all your ancestors for fucking themselves and creating you..."
Theodore, always the infuriating one, only smirked smugly. Draco shuddered at the sight.
"So, what got you in such a good mood ?" He still asked, pertinently guessing that it was certainly a matter of impending doom. "Caught any canary recently ?"
The genuinely happy smile that answered him not only confirmed what he feared, but also made the Head Girl, that came to murder him for being so loud, faint dead on her feet.
"Aw, fuck... You really caught one, huh..."
"Indeed, my dear Malfoy..." Purred the young Nott like a contented cat. "Indeed..."
"We're all screwed, aren't we ?"
"You don't know half of it."
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor's fourth year dormitory, Ronald Weasley shouted his distress as quietly as possible :
"You're friend with Nott ?!"
He was lying down on his best friend's bed, half tangled with said best friend in the blanket.
"Really, Harry ?!" He insisted without actually wanting to know. "I mean... Nott... Really ?!"
Harry only nodded shyly.
"Seriously, Harry... Of all the cunningly evil slimy Slytherins in the world, it had to be Nott ?! The most cunningly evil slimy bastard of them all ?!"
Still not trusting his voice, the messy haired teenager nodded again.
"Of course it had to be..." Despaired the red head.
"He..." Tried to explain his brother in all but blood. "He's not that bad, you know. Plus, he is a jerk, not a bastard... And I thought Malfoy was the worst ?"
"Please" waved off Ronald, "Malfoy may be an amazing bouncing ferret, but he's more a peacock with baby teeth than a real threat ! Everyone knows that Nott is the Shadow King of Slytherin !"
After a short silence, Ron leveled a betrayed look to Harry's eyes.
"Honestly though" he asked with a tangible physical pain, "why him ?"
"Well... He is a jerk, and a royal one from what you say" offered Harry hesitantly, "so it fit with my ongoing pattern... ?"
Not impressed with the argument, the young Weasley raised a brow, making his friend add guiltily :
"It's Hermione's fault ! She's the one who taught me french and never bothered to correct my sexy accent !"
Here's another one.
Plew A.E