Long Time in the Making | By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Having secured the starting Seeker’s spot on Slytherin’s Quidditch team (albeit a year after Potlicker accomplished the same for Gryffindork), Draco basked in the attention from other Slytherins and those in houses without Potthead lackeys whose lips seemed attached to the son-of-a-Mudblood's myopic arse. A Malfoy had played for the "Green & Silver", most often at Seeker (the most skilled position on any Quidditch team), for centuries and Draco pointed any doubters to the trophy cases in the corridors leading to the dungeons.
That the Gryffindor trophies exceeded those in Slytherin’s case, by three times their number, did not concern Draco. His six-year tenure, he was convinced, would be marked by unparalleled Slytherin success.
Heady with thoughts of his unassailable achievements (despite not having played a single match yet), Draco made a tactical error and attacked the Mudblood Granger in a good-natured way. He felt justified in this as he told Crabbe and Goyle —
“Saint Potter, the Mudbloods' friend... He's another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that jumped-up Granger Mudblood.”
She’d no business defending that group of losers in public and embarrassing Draco — who’d, once again, underestimated her ability to reason, argue and lecture in real-time. He’d nearly gotten his bearings when she utterly destroyed him with her assertion that Lucius’ donation of spanking brand new Nimbus 2001’s had more to do with Draco’s inclusion on the team than his skills or heritage as a Seeker — the position that overly-popular occularly-challenged orphan in her House also played last year. Thanks to the wanker’s enviable luck, he’d beaten Draco in becoming the youngest to play the position: this despite Draco being months younger. Taunting an opponent was a time-honored Quidditch tradition which said Mudblood would, of course, have no tradition of.
In tears in his bed behind Silencio’d silk-lined velvet curtains, Draco decided the Mudblood had no right to disparage his hard-won accomplishments.
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