Draco and Blaise continue their duels, and Draco is pleasantly surprised. His best mate is improving with each day, and has progressed to the point to where Draco is teaching him his own personal spells, his wandless magic. The darker-skinned boy appears hesitant at first, and Draco can't help but to question why. The answer he receives?

"I'm not as…prone to violence as you."

"Naturally, but are you telling me you don't want to be able to choke people out, hit them with lightning, have them kneel before you, and be able to set them on fire with a mere movement of your hands?" The dark-skinned boy thinks on it for a moment.

"I suppose I do." Draco snorts.

"I suppose I do." He mocks his closest friend. "You and I both know you want it and you want it bad." Blaise recoils, his face screwing up at his best mate's words.

"That…sounds far worse than it is." Draco rolls his eyes at his friend's antics. "And you're right, those do sound pretty cool." Blaise agrees. And from then on, he begins learning.

Draco contemplates adding Nott, as he is the third of their bunch, and he honestly wants him to be a bit stronger, both in that he wishes him well, and in that he may affect Draco's reputation somewhat. Ultimately, he decides that if Nott proves himself first, much like how Blaise did in dueling, they'll add him in. Plus, unlike Blaise who is already stellar at wandwork, Nott is…less so. However, if he teaches him wandless magic, that no longer matters. And Nott is truly brilliant, so it's not like he won't pick it up.

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ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE.

Draco sees it, he looks at it, written on the walls of the hallway in blood, and he smirks.

"Sounds like Gryffindors are back on the menu." Instantly, people turn to him, very aware of his presence. "And seeing what happened to Wood—" Draco continues, before being cut off by who else, but Potter.

"You mean what you did to Wood!" The chosen one interjects, astonished that the demon child isn't taking credit. Draco silences him with a glare so intense it causes the usually brave Gryffindor to back up in fright.

"Seeing what happened to Wood, why I can't imagine what'll happen to the rest of Gryffindor!" He continues, with a smirk. "Of course, if you want protection, I will gladly provide it…for a price."

"A price? What does he mean?" Granger whispers to the youngest Weasley boy, unaware that the Slytherin King can still hear them.

"I take only the finest virgins of course, and…" his face screws up, "freshly slaughtered pigs." He speaks in a taunting manner. "Of and of course, a good lion pelt is always welcomed."

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Draco expects Gryffindors to be as stupid as they are brave, as the two words are practically synonymous. So when just days later, he sees Potter and Weasley attempting to approach him, disguised as Blaise and Nott…well he simply gives them a look and says one thing.

"Five seconds." Lucky for them, they seem to be not-so-stupid when it comes to interpreting threats, and as the memories of last year flash through both of their minds, the two boys take great care to run like the wind. Draco can only shake his head and smile wide at the foolish boys' antics. Amateurs.