Bittersweet
Number Two
People to erase:
- Headmaster
- Weasley
- Potter
Draco studied the list. It felt satisfying, writing his goals down. Like he was finally moving forward. The order was unimportant, although the headmaster was surely his priority since it was his mission.
After erasing Hermione’s memories, he decided that he could do one of two things: entertain these delusions—that she could return his feelings—or be the center of her attention by provoking her hate. The former was near impossible, but the latter was easier said than done.
‘Don’t you find it interesting, how hard they try?’
Draco carefully folded the parchment and placed it inside of a special box that only he could open.
‘What?’ He wasn’t paying attention, hadn’t been, for a while. It seemed that Pansy had been talking for some time.
‘Potter, Weasley, even Granger. They clearly are zeroes, but they always try so hard. They put on that annoying ‘nice’ act but no one is really like that. It really pisses me off,’ She fluffed her blond hair, ‘I doubt I’ve ever met anyone as infuriating—or as naïve—as one of their kind. How can we not want to toy with them. They are so annoying.’
Draco agreed with her, but he didn’t wish to ‘toy’ with anyone. No, the fake facades of his enemies made him want to shatter it, to destroy them, through any means necessary. They were the hypocrites. Slytherins might lie to get ahead, but they never lied about their natures. If anything they were the most honest of all the houses.
Pansy sauntered over to him, her skin as pale as his own. He much preferred a light honey glow…
His parents thought Pansy was ‘just okay’. He knew that they had hopes of him securing him an even more well known and prestigious partner.
Pansy was just….for sex. They both knew this. And as snobby as she could be, she was, if anything, more practical than him. She knew this was just sex.
Of late, they had been having less sex and simply been hanging out with one another. He believed it had to do with his fixation on Granger and her growing interest to find a more secure partner. He had seen her with a few other guys.
‘Let them enjoy their sense of security,’ he coldly said, turning away, ‘I need to get some work done.’
She shrugged, used to his cold dismissals. ‘See you around.’
He waited until he was alone before he flung himself back on his bed.
He was going to get rid of the head master. He was going to get rid of them all, and he had an idea.
He opened the secure box, and stared at the ingredients. It was a rare….rare….poison.
Oh yes, he was going to accomplish it all. He just needed to be patient, and perhaps blend a little bit of pollyjuice…