Draco had taken a few cautious steps into the severely dishevelled room when he felt the air shifting slight behind him of some Apparating into the room. He spun around and levelled his wand preparing to hex none other than Harry Potter.
"You have two seconds to explain your purpose for being here, Pott --" Draco's sentence fell short as Pansy stalked into the room with murder in her eyes. He barely had time to react as the resounding smack on the back of his head filled the room. His free hand flew to where he had been unrightfully injured and furiously rubbed at it to dull the pain.
"What the hell happened to your library? I believe the more pressing question is what in the seven hells was that for? I do not care how apt you are with that wand of yours, Pans, but you must consider me irreversibly mental to even consider allowing you to go into a situation like this ever." He dropped his hand with a huff after realising his ministrations were not aiding him in the least. "And in such a lovely dress too; the day I allow you to face a perilous situation in a 400 galleon dress is the day I give up Romanée Conti forever."
Draco focused back on the other two occupants in the room and glared. "Forget my previous question, Potter. I am no longer interested in any of your reasons, I just want you out. Pansy and I are perfectly capable of handling this without the bloody Saviour sticking his nose in where he is not needed."
"You have two seconds to explain your purpose for being here, Pott --" Draco's sentence fell short as Pansy stalked into the room with murder in her eyes. He barely had time to react as the resounding smack on the back of his head filled the room. His free hand flew to where he had been unrightfully injured and furiously rubbed at it to dull the pain.
"What the hell happened to your library? I believe the more pressing question is what in the seven hells was that for? I do not care how apt you are with that wand of yours, Pans, but you must consider me irreversibly mental to even consider allowing you to go into a situation like this ever." He dropped his hand with a huff after realising his ministrations were not aiding him in the least. "And in such a lovely dress too; the day I allow you to face a perilous situation in a 400 galleon dress is the day I give up Romanée Conti forever."
Draco focused back on the other two occupants in the room and glared. "Forget my previous question, Potter. I am no longer interested in any of your reasons, I just want you out. Pansy and I are perfectly capable of handling this without the bloody Saviour sticking his nose in where he is not needed."
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