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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 22:18:17 GMT 1
Ron followed Malfoy, curious at what he could be up too. His mind was still spinning. How could Dumbledore let Malfoys dad be DADA teacher?! He had thought that the Malfoys hated Dumbledore, from what is own father had told him. It seemed as though they agreed on nothing. Ron knew the whole family was bad news. He had heard that they loved the dark arts, and he knew from his own experience that they thought blood made them superior than everyone else. The were all pig-headed, rich, snobs. If Malfoy didn't have his wand on him he could make him shut his big mouth with his fists. But he knew he had no chance. His dad told him that the Malfoys had trained their son in magic extremely well.
Ron glanced ahead at Malfoy and saw that he was looking over his shoulder. Ron was caught, he knew. "What do you want weasel?" the other boy asked. He sounded as if he was bored. That was strange for him. No sneering? The weasel name was expected, but no less annoying, but that was Malfoy, an annoying, sniveling, demented, evil, muggle hating git!
"I have as much right to be out here as you Malfoy. Your father doesn't own Hogwarts yet!" Maybe that's what they're up to. trying to get rid of Dumbledore and kick all the muggle borns out. It wouldn't surprise him, or anyone else. He stopped walking and crossed his arms glaring at Malfoy. Oh how he hated him, his whole rotten family. They were a disease. Ugh, if Fudge didn't think so highly of them his dad wouldv'e been promoted ages ago. As he continued to glare at this enemy he imagined he was burning a whole right though his skull. That was satisfying. He shook his head slightly to end the daydream. Now was not the time to be caught off guard.
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 23:28:58 GMT 1
(HEY! sooo sorry I was working on this project for unie and completely forgot I had this open...
working on post now!!)
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 23:50:48 GMT 1
(No problem. It's late there, I figured you were asleep. Its only 4:50 here)
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 23:53:35 GMT 1
((I hardly ever go to sleep before 1 or 2 am... lol.. do you maybe have yahoo or something?)
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 23:54:57 GMT 1
You mean like an IM thing? I did ages ago. I could make one again easy
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 23:59:28 GMT 1
(yeah I mean that... I only have Yahoo though...)
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 29, 2009 0:09:25 GMT 1
(says it'll take 8 minutes))
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Post by loekie on Jan 29, 2009 0:10:28 GMT 1
(alright.. cool!)
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 29, 2009 0:21:57 GMT 1
((huh, I have my old yahoo still))
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 29, 2009 0:22:27 GMT 1
((Its xthexweasleysx. Suprised? haha))
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Post by loekie on Jan 29, 2009 0:22:42 GMT 1
(cool.. may I have it please??)
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 29, 2009 0:25:10 GMT 1
(xthexweasleysx haha)
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Post by loekie on Jan 29, 2009 0:58:59 GMT 1
The blond boy smirked as he stared out over the water. He could just hear the hatred in the red-heads voice and for some reason it amused him. Enjoyed getting on other people’s nerves. It gave him that power over that other person, however little. He closed his eyes before turning back to the other boy and shrugged “no yet” he smirked shaking his head. This boy was just sooo easily riled up. The blond though could understand the hate the other boy felt towards his father. Sure at first he had felt fear towards his father
Hell the boy remembered how he used to hide in the large cupboard of his room every time his father would even come close to his room. It never worked though. His father always seemed to find him and then he’d find himself yanked out by his arm and thrown to the floor. This though wasn’t the worst. Not by a long shot. Whenever his parents would have a ‘party’, he’d be forced to attend making small-talk to all the people his father was ‘buttering up’. What he had soon learned though, was that it wasn’t enough. Whenever he had left for bed some of them would come to his room and they’d… No, he wasn’t going there. He just really did NOT want to think about it. Denial had always worked well for the young teen and he was not about to change a winning formula. It kept him sane… or well… as sane as any could be in his situation.
He turned his attention to the boy behind him hiding his inner turmoil the way he always did, behind his stone mask. That was one thing his father taught him that he was thankful for. The boy sighed inwardly.. he hated to be stared at… it always made him feel uncomfortable and reminded him of the looks these others gave him before they’d… he pushed it to the back of his mind. It was of no use to think about things you could never change anyway. He almost feel the hate radiating of the red-head and it amused him. He was one hell of an actor. Everything he ever did was nothing more then a freaking act. He had never done anything else. Ever since he was borne he had been molded into what his father wanted him to be and the teen didn’t even know who he himself even was. All he knew was that others at school hated him, thought of him as a spoilt little brat, a good for nothing coward, and truthfully, he figured he probably was.
Yes, you read correctly. Our arrogant, conceited and loudmouthed Draco Malfoy really hated being the center of attention, it made him nervous and uncomfortable. Being a Malfoy though, meant that he would have to deal with a lot of attention. Whether it be from the media or just people that knew his father.
Another thing was that no-one loathed our Malfoy junior more that little Malfoy himself. He would never ever admit to that though. He sighed… damn… now he was wallowing in self-pity… just the perfect way to end the perfect day. He groaned inwardly.
The blond’s exterior never once gave any indication of his internal struggle that went on inside the blondes mind as he just raised an eyebrow at the red-head who had just kept staring at him.
“What’s so damn interesting Weasel?” he sneered growing annoyed.
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