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“Potter, you are about as worthless as Weasley…and that’s saying something.” Draco was smirking at Potter, moving to cross his arms. The two Lion boys were simply staring at him in disbelief. Blaise could understand the reaction. Malfoy was a bit lame with insults. “What’s the matter, Scarhead? Cat got your tongue?” …but a moment later, it was Potter who was smirking. Seeing the look on a Gryffindors face made Zabini grimace. It was all wrong. “I’m not sure why you’re trying to pick a fight, Malfoy…but it’s not going to work.” Weasley didn’t look like his agreed, though. *eyeroll* |
“What do you suppose is so great about Potter, anyway?” Blaise and Draco had had this conversation many times before…and Malfoy had always asked the same question. This time, it was being asked on the Hogwarts Express. They were entering their last year at Hogwarts School and Witchcraft and Wizardry…and the power Ginevra Weasley held over the both of them remained. At the moment, she was sitting with Neville Longbottom, waving around a Licorice Wand and laughing about something the Gryffindor had just said. “…Might be the glasses. She seems like the kind of girl who would want that sort.” |
The Great Hall was abuzz with sound as the First Years made their way in. The Sorting Hat ceremony was always an important part of the Welcome Feast…But to some, it was just a less severe showing of judgment…Each house prized certain qualities…and if you didn’t have honorable ones, well…You were a Slytherin. Totally lame. “I get tired of these ridiculous Sorting Hat things…” Draco was angrily tapping his wand against their house table, scowling. Blaise, who was sitting beside him, just rolled his dark eyes. One would call the songs insightful… “You’re only irritated because you’re hungry, Malfoy.” “And?” |
The thing about these moving staircases was that Blaise Zabini could NEVER time them just right. So, on days…like today…when he was running late for Transfiguration…he hit every single one. It was so ridiculous. Waiting less than patiently for it to swing back around, he looked down to the lower levels, his eyes immediately locking on red hair. She was walking with her head down, cupping her face. The subtle shake of her shoulders told the Slytherin that she was possibly crying. Forgetting about class, he began making his way back down…before pausing. Potter was joining her. He’d be next. |
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