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The Return of the Dark Witch
So it Begins
P.O.V - Draco Malfoy
“Show us again, Draco?” Pleaded Pansy for what seemed like the millionth time. I was almost beginning to wish that, not only had I never mimed breaking Potter's nose, but that I had never broken his nose at all in the first place. None of it was worth this torture.
Of course, I couldn’t let my true feelings show in front of Pansy. Well, maybe one hard glare, as we exited the great hall, surrounded by fellow Slytherins.
“Alright, alright.” I said, with a fake sigh. Smirking, as I looked around to make sure I had everyone’s attention, before I, once again, mimed breaking idiot Potter’s nose. Bowing afterwards, to the thunderous, Slytherin, applause.
Upon righting myself, I felt Pansy grasp my arm, as the rest of our house passed us by.
This was the last thing I wanted or needed right now. I had more than enough of her for the evening.
“You’re so brave Draco.” She cooed in my ear, “Smashing up that Potter’s face.”
I felt my face flush slightly at her words.
Me, brave? Yeah, that’s right. I’m brave, very. Sure. Maybe not in the event of breaking Potter’s nose, that was just revenge. But, when it comes to me killing Albus Dumbledore…
Again, I ignored that pesky sinking feeling in my stomach.
I’m brave. Very, in fact.
I puffed out my chest a little. Walking in the direction of the dungeons, Pansy still clinging to my arm.
“Nothing Potter didn’t have coming to him.” I said snarkily. My thoughts drifting back to my imprisoned father. He wouldn’t be in Azkaban if it wasn’t for Potter, and if he wasn’t in Azkaban, he would have succeeded in his mission. Meaning my family wouldn’t be in the dreadful position it was in now…
“I think you would be a powerful asset to him,” Began Pansy, referring to the Dark Lord, “He needs more people like you, Draco. People who smash Potter’s nose.”
I stilled. Pulling her to a halt beside me. I could feel my blood boiling. She hadn’t meant anything by it, I knew she hadn’t, but, damn it, my chords were easy to strike tonight. As I couldn’t help but think of my father at her words. My father, who everyone who was anyone, wished dead and thought incompetent. Which led me to my mission. I had to save him, and to do that, I had to begin.
“Draco,” She cooed, “what’s wrong?” I could feel her searching my face, looking for the answer to my sudden change. I didn’t care.
“I,” I began, my voice coming out a little too emotional, and I coughed into my hand. Resuming in my normal, snobbish tone, “I just remembered something I had to do.” I withdrew myself from Pansy. She just stared at me, clearly upset.
“But Draco,” She whined, “I had our first evening back all planned.”
I nearly choked, but stopped myself. Instead shrugging apologetically, “Maybe tomorrow night, Pansy.” I said, turning to walk away. Or maybe never, I thought to myself.
“Show us again, Draco?” Pleaded Pansy for what seemed like the millionth time. I was almost beginning to wish that, not only had I never mimed breaking Potter's nose, but that I had never broken his nose at all in the first place. None of it was worth this torture.
Of course, I couldn’t let my true feelings show in front of Pansy. Well, maybe one hard glare, as we exited the great hall, surrounded by fellow Slytherins.
“Alright, alright.” I said, with a fake sigh. Smirking, as I looked around to make sure I had everyone’s attention, before I, once again, mimed breaking idiot Potter’s nose. Bowing afterwards, to the thunderous, Slytherin, applause.
Upon righting myself, I felt Pansy grasp my arm, as the rest of our house passed us by.
This was the last thing I wanted or needed right now. I had more than enough of her for the evening.
“You’re so brave Draco.” She cooed in my ear, “Smashing up that Potter’s face.”
I felt my face flush slightly at her words.
Me, brave? Yeah, that’s right. I’m brave, very. Sure. Maybe not in the event of breaking Potter’s nose, that was just revenge. But, when it comes to me killing Albus Dumbledore…
Again, I ignored that pesky sinking feeling in my stomach.
I’m brave. Very, in fact.
I puffed out my chest a little. Walking in the direction of the dungeons, Pansy still clinging to my arm.
“Nothing Potter didn’t have coming to him.” I said snarkily. My thoughts drifting back to my imprisoned father. He wouldn’t be in Azkaban if it wasn’t for Potter, and if he wasn’t in Azkaban, he would have succeeded in his mission. Meaning my family wouldn’t be in the dreadful position it was in now…
“I think you would be a powerful asset to him,” Began Pansy, referring to the Dark Lord, “He needs more people like you, Draco. People who smash Potter’s nose.”
I stilled. Pulling her to a halt beside me. I could feel my blood boiling. She hadn’t meant anything by it, I knew she hadn’t, but, damn it, my chords were easy to strike tonight. As I couldn’t help but think of my father at her words. My father, who everyone who was anyone, wished dead and thought incompetent. Which led me to my mission. I had to save him, and to do that, I had to begin.
“Draco,” She cooed, “what’s wrong?” I could feel her searching my face, looking for the answer to my sudden change. I didn’t care.
“I,” I began, my voice coming out a little too emotional, and I coughed into my hand. Resuming in my normal, snobbish tone, “I just remembered something I had to do.” I withdrew myself from Pansy. She just stared at me, clearly upset.
“But Draco,” She whined, “I had our first evening back all planned.”
I nearly choked, but stopped myself. Instead shrugging apologetically, “Maybe tomorrow night, Pansy.” I said, turning to walk away. Or maybe never, I thought to myself.