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Shiver	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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There are a lot of things I dislike.
People in general have, as a general rule, been at the top of the list. Most are worthless, like insects crawling over decaying flesh. Maggots.
To say that I am any different would be the height of hypocrisy. What irritates me is the self-righteousness of the people around me. The smug faces as I bow my head over and over, begging for forgiveness all the while gritting my teeth in anger.
Humiliation is a daily norm, punctuated by fake gratitude for the people who intervened and saved my life. I threw my lot in with the winning team, and my father did not lie when he warned me of what would happen.
'They say that humility is a bitter pill to swallow, Draco. But what you will face is far worse. The defeat of the dark lord has alienated any ally.'
Humiliation, I think, is rotting me from the inside. Every time I smile in gratitude, every time I bow my head, I cannot help but feel my hatred and my disgust burn deeper. Each day I feel a little more of my empathy die. There is something inside of me, and it is dark.
I am afraid of this darkness. It is like a void, and sometimes I think I am drowning in it.
I fought for this position as a means to regain the upper hand. But I did not count on seeing her again.
I watch my students closely.
The class before me is filled with those unable to bear the sad truth that we must suppress who we are in favor of satisfying someone else's idea of morality. It is insufferable, but I feel no pity for them. Because I know that these people will fail. They are unable to use their cunning and wit to turn the situation to their advantage.
I watch my students work on the assignment I have given them. Potions. My favorite class because it was the only place where I did not have to hide who I was.
My gaze drifts to her....
Granger....who looks more like a girl than a woman with her short hair and over-sized robes. Puberty skipped her, where as Savia Sor is in possession of breasts that even Venus would envy.
I am bored, so incredibly fucking bored.
But I chose to do this, and hopefully my reasons will see fruition. For now, I must grit my teeth and bear with it.
A wave of bitterness threatens to wash over me. I hate them. I hate them all. Always gaining so easily what I have had to struggle for. It would have been perfect if they had all died, but then I am not that blessed. Indeed one would think the exact opposite.
But that smacks heavily of self-pity, and so I find a distraction quickly.
Rising, I casually walk past students and there cauldrons. Everything looks fine. Granger is preparing to ladle her potion out as a sample.
In my mind I imagine walking over and dumping her cauldron and its contents to the floor. I imagine her look of anger, and a little smile lights up my face.
But instead I say, ‘Very good job Granger.’
Every other student turns to look at me, and I am happy that I have at least achieved my goal of complimenting Granger. It will ideally set an example for others to follow, and further show my desire to embracing all things muggle.
Control, Malfoy, control.
The thought alone is enough to make my skin crawl in disgust, but I must do these things. I hate muggles. I will probably always hate them. I am my father's son.
She is caught off guard, and accidentally adds to much dragon scale to her potion. I watch as the potion goes from light to dark blue.
She crosses her arms and looks away. Another student notices and snickers.
‘Less dragon scale next time,’ I lightly say before moving on.
Inwardly, I grin. It feels so good to chastise Hermione Granger that my mood, at least for now, improves drastically. I know there is something wrong with me, the 'new me' at least. The person I once was is still who I am today, regardless of what I say or do.
But I am supressing that in order to survive in this new world order. Sometimes I think it is this supression that feeds my self-decay--providing sustenance for this new thing inside of me that I don't quite understand. It's what makes me enjoy, for instance, her discomfort in a sickly, borderline erotic way.
I get off on it. I know I do. Even my father would turn away in disgust if he knew how something so small could make me feel so good.
She says nothing, which makes me only a little annoyed. There's no fun without a reaction.
I want to do more, but step back. It wouldn't do to make a mistake. This needs to be handled with care. For now, at least, Granger is safe.
No sooner have I turned my back that Granger does something that catches me off guard.
She flings the dragon scales on the ground and runs from the classroom.
I turn to the other students. They are all clearly surprised by her behavior.
'Back your work.'
I return to my desk and consider her behavior.
Unsurprising, my mind begins to whirl with all the things I could do to maximize my enjoyment while minimizing any fall out. But I am to intent on embracing my new position that I am unable to see the truth behind my next move.
I am her professor, and a professor should be concerned when a student acts that way. So I must give her the proper care she deserves.
An idea takes root. And I applaud myself for my selflessness.
After classes are finished I meet with the Headmistress--I don't particularly like her but this is for the purposes of helping out a student.
I know she wants to see me fail. Her distaste is evident, but I pretend I do not see it.
'And how goes things, Mr. Malfoy?'
My responses are all positive. Then with calculcated ease I hesitate. I pause, baiting her, and then sigh.
'I am concerned about Ms. Granger.'
This automatically catches the Headmistress's attention. Granger is the apple of her eye. She can do no wrong.
And the headmistress is very concerned about her.
'She ran out in the middle of class. I believe she was upset due to an error in her potion.' I pause, 'Of course I also understand that she may be uncomfortable around her classmates....'
The headmistress shakes her head, clearly upset. 'I thought this might happen. I think I may pull her from your class and teach her myself. I am sorry Mr. Malfoy but she may not be ready for--'
I interrupt her, 'Let me teach her. I can give her one on one lessons, and at the same time it would be the perfect opportunity for us to send a positive message to everyone.'
It is a radical idea. I know it can go either way.
The headmistress is clearly uncomfortable. Then she sighs. 'Very well. But I want reports, and I want it to be for prepartion for integrating her back with the regular class.'
I am so giddy I can barely sit still. 'Of course.'
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