The day was bright and shining and all seemed to go well so far. Ginny had just come from another busy day of classes and could now be found sitting on one of the stone benches out in the courtyard
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Running his fingers through his hair, Draco allowed himself to step into the bright, sunny courtyard. Masking a snarl of disgust, he continued forward, glancing behind himself to realize that neither of his unintelligent followers were anywhere near his heels. Rolling his eyes, he continued forward, pondering in his mind exactly how he was going to hold Potter and his sidekicks in the castle
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She was caught by surprise when Malfoy had strutted over to her and shoved his foul face right in front of hers but managed to keep her cool. She raised an eyebrow as he began to blabber off about anything that went through his mind
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At long last! Finally a victim had showed up and one that would be so easy to torment. A silly little girl.
The words felt familiar to the horcrux though logically they shouldn't have. There was something off about this particular child, a residual type of magic that led to uncertainty but no matter. The horcrux could shrug that off easily enough.
She's nothing. Less than nothing are the fallen Purebloods. She violates the species, dragging her pro-Mudblood rhetoric into your world. Ugly little ginger kid, isn't she? If you wait until she throws the first curse, you'll be completely justified in cursing her right back. And she doesn't know what lurks in your mind or the many curses you know. She thinks of you as weak, as ignorant in the ways of magic. That you aren't as good as your elders and thus, you're easy enough to shove down. But we know better, don't we? She is nothing to you.The idea of a victim, of the suffering, of the potential screams she would let out was bliss to the horcrux and his words were rushed in Draco's head,
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"Well?" She said patiently, waiting for any remark he would throw back at her but it seemed as though he turned a deaf ear.
She still couldn't believe how the school had accepted him back after what he tried to do last year. She was disgusted that he still managed to show great pride after that sickening attempt at murder. To think, she had once thought that he still had hope, that someone kind still lurked inside, that he actually deserved a second chance but she thought wrong. His heart was as cold as can be, and it seemed as though no single drop of joy was left in him.
She decided to wait until he spoke and chose not to mix curses and hexes with him. Unlike Harry, she could manage to restrain herself and she did a very good job of it, as well.
He had done his best to ignore the Weaselette, figuring that it would be a lame (and stupid) attempt to hex her in any way. Yet, when she verbally prodded him once more, he couldn't help but assault her.
Draco Malfoy spun right back around, with a grace he was born with. Before the small red-head knew what hit her, he'd taken hold of the hair at the nape of her neck. When he tugged her head back, it was anything but nice. "You bloody watch your tongue when you're talking to me, Weasley. My father has too much influence in the ministry. A dear parent of yours may end up unemployed. And what would you do then?" One more sharp tug on her hair, and he pushed her away, that devious smirk tilting his lips. "I'd watch my back if I were you, Weasel."
Shoving his hands back into his pockets, his fingers twisted easily around the wand within those shadowed depths. All it will take is one simple utter of something that sounds like a curse, and the Weaselette will be flat on her back and begging--that sounds a little off track, doesn't it?--to
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You know that as soon as you turn your back on her, she'll curse you. That's all the Gryffindors really know how to do, Draco. They gang up on people and curse them when their backs are turned. They employ unfair tactics but when it comes down to one on one duels, you know you have the upper hand.
The horcrux was practically livid with sadistic glee. He could feel the pain Draco was already causing and could nearly taste the pain the boy could cause if only he just applied a bit more pressure.
Look at her eyes. Do you see fear there? Fear gives you power. It makes sure she's no longer a threat to you. Wouldn't it be nice if you made her bow to you? That's what you deserve. For the nasty bloodtraitor to get on her knees and bow to you and your superiority. She is worthless, Draco. You are so much better than her and still she prances around, spouting off to you as though she had the right. You should show her true power, Draco. Make her beg. Make her plead. Make her cry.He yearned for the boy's fingers to snap the girl's neck, to
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"Well at least I don't depend on my father when it comes to fighting my own batttles." said Ginny as she walked brisquely towards the entrance of the great hall. "and I don't want to burst your bubble or anyting, but I believe your father's locked up in Azkaban." she continued, still showing no sign of backing down. and still on she continued, "and if If I remember correctly, It should be you who should be watching your back, considering what happened last year
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Draco couldn't help the snarl that crept onto his face at the word 'depend.' Clenching his fist around his wand, he was about to whirl around to face the Weasel when she walked right passed him. "First, I do fight my own battles, Weaselby. Second, my father is no longer in Azkaban. If you had the ability to read, you may have noticed that, as it's been printed in the Daily Prophet. And third, if anyone was really watching me because of the occurrences of last year, don't you think someone would be constantly following me around? They obviously deemed me fit enough to return to this disgusting pile of filth, and thus they made the decision to allow me to roam free." He paused in his lecture, continuing forward as she halted in the doorway.
"Also . . . Last year really wasn't that big of a deal. If you had heard the story correctly, it was Snape that killed off the old bat. Perhaps you should take some time to look further into things before attempting to accuse. Or does thickness run hand-in-hand with being poor?" He sneered, striding
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The words felt familiar to the horcrux though logically they shouldn't have. There was something off about this particular child, a residual type of magic that led to uncertainty but no matter. The horcrux could shrug that off easily enough.
She's nothing. Less than nothing are the fallen Purebloods. She violates the species, dragging her pro-Mudblood rhetoric into your world. Ugly little ginger kid, isn't she? If you wait until she throws the first curse, you'll be completely justified in cursing her right back. And she doesn't know what lurks in your mind or the many curses you know. She thinks of you as weak, as ignorant in the ways of magic. That you aren't as good as your elders and thus, you're easy enough to shove down. But we know better, don't we? She is nothing to you.The idea of a victim, of the suffering, of the potential screams she would let out was bliss to the horcrux and his words were rushed in Draco's head, ( ... )
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She still couldn't believe how the school had accepted him back after what he tried to do last year. She was disgusted that he still managed to show great pride after that sickening attempt at murder. To think, she had once thought that he still had hope, that someone kind still lurked inside, that he actually deserved a second chance but she thought wrong. His heart was as cold as can be, and it seemed as though no single drop of joy was left in him.
She decided to wait until he spoke and chose not to mix curses and hexes with him. Unlike Harry, she could manage to restrain herself and she did a very good job of it, as well.
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Draco Malfoy spun right back around, with a grace he was born with. Before the small red-head knew what hit her, he'd taken hold of the hair at the nape of her neck. When he tugged her head back, it was anything but nice. "You bloody watch your tongue when you're talking to me, Weasley. My father has too much influence in the ministry. A dear parent of yours may end up unemployed. And what would you do then?" One more sharp tug on her hair, and he pushed her away, that devious smirk tilting his lips. "I'd watch my back if I were you, Weasel."
Shoving his hands back into his pockets, his fingers twisted easily around the wand within those shadowed depths. All it will take is one simple utter of something that sounds like a curse, and the Weaselette will be flat on her back and begging--that sounds a little off track, doesn't it?--to ( ... )
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The horcrux was practically livid with sadistic glee. He could feel the pain Draco was already causing and could nearly taste the pain the boy could cause if only he just applied a bit more pressure.
Look at her eyes. Do you see fear there? Fear gives you power. It makes sure she's no longer a threat to you. Wouldn't it be nice if you made her bow to you? That's what you deserve. For the nasty bloodtraitor to get on her knees and bow to you and your superiority. She is worthless, Draco. You are so much better than her and still she prances around, spouting off to you as though she had the right. You should show her true power, Draco. Make her beg. Make her plead. Make her cry.He yearned for the boy's fingers to snap the girl's neck, to ( ... )
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"Also . . . Last year really wasn't that big of a deal. If you had heard the story correctly, it was Snape that killed off the old bat. Perhaps you should take some time to look further into things before attempting to accuse. Or does thickness run hand-in-hand with being poor?" He sneered, striding ( ... )
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