• 1-Where is the 'Malfoy' in 'DA'?
• 2-Saint Fucking Potter
• 3-Life is Good
• 4-The frog must die
• 5-Unless you're afraid you'll lose?
• 6-The Battle
• 7-He doesn't hate me?
• 8-Why are you putting on this act?
• 9-No one needs to know
• 10-I agree

Chapter 2

Saint fucking
Potter

 The
leather of the sofa made a low squeak as the pale, blonde Slytherin
shifted in his seat in the common room. His whole left side was painful from
laying on it for too long, but he had failed to notice before now as he had
been too drawn into his book. 

Fiona was just about to cut off
the head of her father when-

There were no longer any words in
front of his face.  Actually there was no book at all. Realizing that
someone had pulled the book out of his grasp, he looked up furiously.

“Where have you
been all day?” the Slytherin girl asked with her
irritating high pitched voice, which made Draco groan
miserably. That sound always gave him a headache.

“In what way is that any of your
business, Pansy?!” he snapped, visibly very annoyed.

“We had a date today!! This is
a Hogsmeade weekend, Draco.
. . Don’t tell me you forgot about our date!”

God.
. . mercy. . . please. . . this is too much!! 

“I never said I wanted to come
on your bloody date! You just took my silence as a yes!!” he barked, trying not
to just get up and choke the girl to death. 

“We are going to get married
one day Draco, you could at least try a little harder
on developing our relationship!!” she whined a little too dramatically.

Remind me to
ask father why he chose a girl so bloody annoying. . . Why do I wish
everyone would just die today? Oh yes, I almost forgot,
I spent half of the day with filthy Mudbloods. .
.Well, maybe it wasn’t half of the day, but it sure as hell felt like an
eternity!!   

“Draco!!
Are you even listening to me?!” Pansy shrieked. The young blonde man officially
had a very painful migraine and whosoever dared to make his state any worse
would have hell’s price to pay.

“Give me my fucking
book back. . .” he hissed, his fr car caressing the side of his head, looking
at the book the bothersome bitch was holding in her filthy hands.

“No!!”

It was enough to make him
crack.

Standing up quickly, he took
out his wand and pointed it at the young woman’s throat. “Give me the book. .
."he hissed threateningly, wand never wavering as he slowly snaked his
hand towards his book and grabbed it roughly from the trembling girl’s grasp.

“Thanks!” he said smiling with
false innocence as he almost skipped to his dormitory, hearing Pansy (“You’ll
pay for this Draco Malfoy!!”)
screaming at his back.

Draco
locked the door of the dormitory and he threw himself on his bed, pulling the
drapes closed. At last! He could continue Fiona’s adventures!! He laid back on his bed, crossed his legs, and began to read.

After a while the book was
violently thrown at the other side of the room, landing on one of his roommate’s
cat- which made a rather horrible squealing noise (that reminded him dreadfully
of Pansy) as it was hit. Draco had not been able to
stop reading the same line for 30 minutes.

If something aggravated him, it
caused him to be unable to concentrate since his thoughts were too occupied
with things he did not wish to dwell upon. Suddenly, he irately punched his
pillow.

Yeah like
that’s going to make you feel any better, Malfoy. . . 

He groaned angrily, letting
himself fall on his stomach with his face in his pillow.

Remind me
again why I decided to join those fools in their little DADA rendez-vous?

Maybe it’s
because you wanted to make new friends? And you told them it’s because you
wanted to be the best!! Ha!!

Shut up,
self. . .  When I heard those two Ravenclaws
talk about Scarface and his groupies’ plans, I
just wanted to go and tell Umbridge. It would have
been fun to make Potter even more miserable.

But, Umbridge’s classes are quite boring, and that bitch is
extremely annoying. . . Besides, having an opportunity of embarrassing
Potter and his friends seemed quite appealing, and I wasn’t going to give up on
that now, was I? It is a good opportunity to get better
grades also; I really don’t need my father breathing down my neck this year again.
. .

I’m afraid
of what he will do if I disappoint him another
time. . . 

Like you
aren’t used to what father does already. . . And
you can embarrass Potter anytime you want, no?

Draco
shoved his head deeper into the pillow as if to smother himself. 

I said: shut
up, self!! I’m doing this only to make Potter and Weasel miserable!! That’s all
there is to it!!

n
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lang=EN-US style='font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;r:blr:black'>Draco
gave an exasperated sigh, which only resulted in blowing irritating hot air
into his face since the pillow was blocking his face.

“Saint Potter. .
.” he said bitterly, his voice muffled by the pillow. He then banged his head
into the pillow repeatedly. 

~~Flashback~~

"Is it
true?" the blond boy asked with an arrogant tone. "They're saying all
down the train that Harry Potter is in this compartment. So it's you, is
it?"