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Mira-Charma13
The Almighty Tallest
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04-09-2015, 06:42 PM
"Oh, no..." The expression on the Malfoy heir's face was almost too malicious, even for him. He leaned ever so slightly toward Harry, eyes glinting dangerously. "Do finish, Potter. I want to hear exactly what you were going to say about me!" Just then, Professor Snape glided by again, and he listlessly tapped the pompous blonde on the back of his head. "Five points from Slytherin. Lower your voice, Mr. Malfoy." A note of warning hung on his voice--his patience had obviously run out with Draco. "And get to work." From a table on the other end of the room, Ron tried his very best to stifle his snickers, obviously thrilled to bits that Malfoy was finally on the wrong end of Snape's hand. Especially after what he did to Fred and George.
Draco hung his head, his murderous gaze momentarily fixated on the Head of Slytherin. By the look of it, he might have wanted to stand right up and start throwing punches. He also seemed to have less and less patience over the past few days. More than likely, this had something to do with his father, and what his father was plotting. His caustic behavior and inattentiveness during classes meant that he'd already lost upwards of fifty points for his own house. Though he wouldn't mind the chance to sock Snape...he didn't want to lose any more points. So he buried himself in his book once again.
Most of the pairs of students were chatting, murmuring under their breath and trying to come up with a plan. Mainly, they discussed dates and times where they could get together in the library and start work on penning their essay. Others discussed the list of missing ingredients and pondered where to find them, often referencing their textbooks. Ron and Bane were among the most productive, apparently wanting to get things done and dusted so that they wouldn't have to associate with each other any more.
But Draco seemed intent on ignoring his partner altogether, which simply wouldn't do. The longer they ignored each other, the longer it would take them to finish this ridiculous project. He was being childish, really. He wasn't beyond throwing tantrums like a toddler...but he would wait until he was in private to do that. The last thing he wanted to do was have what appeared to be a mental breakdown in front of all of these other students.
The blonde was just getting back into his reading and note-taking when something brushed him on the side--he glanced over idly and then sat up straighter, noticing it was a bit of parchment. He wisely waited until Professor Snape passed by again. Once the brooding, dark-haired Professor swept by with a swish of his cloak, his back to them, Draco reached out and snatched up the parchment, whipping it open with one hand. He had to squint to read the lettering. For a few moments, he just stared at the words...
...And then he folded it back up and set it down, flashing Harry an indignant stare. Potter would regret it if he ever revealed to anyone, anyone, what he saw in Hogsmeade. Because Draco wouldn't just jinx or curse him...
He would seriously maim him.
For the longest time, Draco ignored the folded-up bit of parchment. When only ten minutes of Potions class remained, he snatched it up again and unfolded it. He scribbled something in quite minuscule script before slapping it back down on the seat between them. Just in time, too--Snape was just passing by, scrutinizing the amount of work the two of them had completed before moving on to another table.
The response was simple.
I will kill you if you flap your gums.
Obviously, he felt threatened. Harry knew, or at least suspected, that the abuse that occurred just a couple of days prior wasn't a one-time thing. The last thing he needed, especially after the piss-poor week he'd already had, was for Potter to air his dirty laundry all throughout the school.
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