((After taking all the significant procedures, and with mod permission, I am unpopcorning Draco Malfoy. He'll have no prior knowledge of his time in Hogwarts Hocus; leaving him a fresh slate to be toyed with. He's taken right after the killing of Dumbledore in Half-Blood Prince.))
Hogwarts was ancient enough to have a pipe-work of catacombs
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He lounged next to a sad-looking suit of armor, half-silhouetted by a wide window, and watched the re-arrival be pompous, a little smile on his face. He didn't even attempt to not loom.
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"Protego. You move your arm too much; long, diaphonous sleeves don't lend well to being sneaky." He showed teeth now, tilting his head slightly. "What on earth makes you think I'm a half-breed, mortal?"
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Another blur of movement. He was slower than usual, but he still moved faster than the reaction time of most humans, and was behind the kid in a blink, one fist in blond hair, the other hand gripping the boy's wand arm hard enough for the bloodflow to be severely staggered. He leaned down so his mouth was next to the boy's ear.
"You seem to know this place, kid, but I will give you the friendliest warning I am capable of. If you act disrespectful towards me again, I will beat the ever-loving fuck out of you. I've already used up my tolerance of assholes quota for this month, and you haven't been here long enough for anyone to miss you if you vanish for a while."
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His eyes were wide and he panted. 'Let me go!' he hissed. 'Get your filthy hands off me!' His hand went cold and soon pins and needles were the only feeling in his wand hand. With a desperate groan he dropped his wand, the wood making a pathetic clink against the stone floor.
'Ugh ... let go,' he said more softly, desperation in his voice.
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Draco shook his head no, grinding his teeth because of his situation. He tried to arch away from the half-breed, but it was like he was under a permanent sticking charm, he could not move edgeways.
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It took another breath within a moment before Draco bit off his pride, and scrounged up enough courage and conviction to say: 'Sorry.'
It was curt, and had anger and unmistakable dislike behind it, but he apologised, sounding more like a verbal slap than anything genuine. But he was a Malfoy, and who could expect more?
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"There now," he said jovially, clasping his hands under his chin in a posture of absolute mockery. Of course there wasn't a drop of sincerity in the kid's voice, but he could match that with much more disdain. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
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Draco was visibly biting back a multitude of choicest words and insults.
His father would hear about this.
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His hands balled in to fists by his side, his anger tempting him to lash out like a little devil on his shoulder.
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There was a certain smugness that showed. The Malfoy's were a wealthy family and descendant of two of the last remaining pureblood families. The arrogance in the knowledge presented itself when he gave a curt, little, smirk.
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