Draco Lucius Malfoy

18. My muse has to live out one fantasy for your muse.

"—-You lot are so funny!” she exclaimed childishly, causing more houses to start to look their direction. Even the professors mildly noted the scene. A ghost was cocking his head to the side and blowing out a breath, muttering something under their cold breath.

                                “Honestly!” she continued, “You should get awards because you manage to laugh at everyone to distract from the fact you’re the pathetic bunch! I’m glad I’m not in your house.” Narrowing her emerald eyes, she flickered her gaze from the back of Daphne’s blond head, to Draco, then a quick scan around the bunch that were minding her and quietening their snickers to hear her. However, not all the Slytherins were joining in on the jest, there were a select few that kept to themselves, only glancing at the scene.

Much to his indignation it was not over, Astoria just kept going by exclaiming across the great hall so everyone was able to hear her and her personal squabble. The whole Slytherin table seemed to roll their eyes in unison. The whole matter had overgrown and was now out of control that it fueled Draco's annoyance and caused him nearly to lash out, but he minded his own business for the time being. He could only hope by ignoring the whole matter that it would just simply die down or Astoria would just stalk away leaving them all in peace. Draco's crumpets on his place took the brunt of the Slytherin prince's annoyance as he stabbed his fork into them, sliced aggressively with his knife, before sticking the piece in his mouth and chewed. The situation had to be over soon because honestly, how long could it last?

Before he knew it he saw an object whizz past his ear and land in the potatoes in front of him causing the food to splatter on his person. He was ridged at first in disbelief that it even happened in the first place. The day was wearing on his nerves already and it had hardly begun. His face twitched as he fought giving into baser instincts; instead he dusted the potatoes off of his clothes, face, and he stood up while brushing them out of his platinum blond locks. Draco turned and faced Astoria, "can you be anymore irritating if you tried? Go take yourself elsewhere because you ruining everyone's meal at this point," he sneered. Because of her he was going to have the smell of potatoes clutching to his clothes all day and that was something that his pride refused to accept.

If he was going to attempt to call her out in front of his housemates and embarrass her or belittle her, she wouldn’t allow it nor would she stand for it. Her words were cut rigid with no sort of intention on backing down. “You need your housemates to egg you on for you can not do it yourself, is that what I’m clearly seeing? If so, you should really come back at another time when you can stand on your own two feet that your father has given you so willingly.”

"Scared? Hardly Granger, I could never be scared of you because when it comes down to it I was brought up to be a part of the magical world when you are just a bloody outsider," Draco chided back almost instantly as he looked her right in the eyes keeping himself standing erect and prideful, he would never allow her to perceive that she was ever getting to him in any shape or form.

              “—-Daphne. Just,” She turned to the other blonde which was her sister, who was of which stabbing her eggs determinedly with her for. “..stop ignoring me then whispering behind my back.” she snapped, glaring fully at Daphne.

"You have no proof that I am." The Slytherin smirked in return, popping eggs into her mouth as she gave her sister a shit-eating grin; one of which was perfected to get under Astoria’s skin. She could feel her blood boiling right then as she clenched her stomach. Suddenly, Daphne dropped her fork and hit her arm with the very hand she was using to eat.

"Don’t do that! God." She was rubbing the hand where Astoria had accidentally cursed to give her sister a streak of heat. That was something she couldn’t control at times but the quirk of a dark eyebrow told that it was nothing accidental about it.

The pureblooded teen had watched the rest of the the exchange between the Ravenclaw and her sister Daphne. He hardly knew Daphne because she ran in the group of friends with Pansy, they did occasionally cross paths but there was not anything about her that kept his attention for long. This was the first time that he had come to the realization that she had a sister in a different house, no wonder Daphne did not readily talk about Astoria when amongst the other Slytherins. When not all family members were sorted into the beloved Slytherin house it was considered to be a slight against that family's bloodline, they were seen as not as pure as the families that attended the house for generations. This was a rather immature view on the whole matter but Slytherins and purebloods were unwavering in their perception of what made a "true" witch or wizard. No other house was good enough for a majority of the prebloods

Draco's attention snapped back to the Ravenclaw when her voice raised over the normal speaking level, she stood up and stalked back to her own table where she belonged. The whole situation was highly amusing to all of the Slytherins so it was no wonder why they erupted in laughter after her. If Astoria was embarrassed she deserved it ass far as Draco was concerned, what else did she expect when she sat with them? It honestly made him roll his eyes at how stupid the whole situation was as he just focused on finishing eating for the time being.

Her feet did not dare move from where they were planted; she wanted to make sure he didn’t continue to wander when she turned her back. That, and it would have really been bad for Hermione if she had turned around and received a spell or curse when her back was turned. That was something she presumed Draco would do. At the moment, she was only focused on what she could say that would get his blood as boiled as hers.

"Not only does pointing out my blood status show something about me, but it shows something about you, too."

It looked like she was picking a fight in the middle of a dimly lit corridor at Merlin knows what time, and she didn’t doubt that’s what it looked like, but it was late and she was tired, which was not a good combination. It usually resulted in emotions, and lots of them.

"Taking the high and mighty ground as always Granger, so you may stick up your nose at the rest of us and be fully justified in doing that," Draco spat out in response. He would never have time for Hermione Granger's morally high and mighty way of speaking and acting, to him it was just annoying noise.

Draco took a moment to observe their situation and scoff at it. Their situation had not really changed much since their first year, but he had been a naive boy back then and Hermione had - admittedly - matured some as well. Their emotions were just so much more poisonous to one another now making Draco truly wonder if Hermione hated him yet.

The pureblood found himself leaning closer toward Hermione as the candlelight showed off how pale he had actually got over just this previous year. He looked almost haunted. "Let me give you a little tip Granger, for what is about to happen in the world, high morals will amount to nothing when everything is crumbling down around you," Draco looked into her eyes before he stepped back to wrap himself in the shadows again.

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His misty eyes scanned the sidewalks below. Muggles appeared to be so small and insignificant to him, yet they endured through the most of the horrific events possible.