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Where is the \'Malfoy\' in \'DA\'?

By: Crazy6Mary6J
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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The frog must die

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Chapter 4



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Indeed, life was good. Harry
had now settled (at least for the DADA meetings) the problems with class=SpellE>Malfoy
; people did not think of him as a lying weirdo; class=SpellE>Cho had praised one of his performances of last
year; he had something to resist Umbridge and the
ministry. . . Yes, life was very good. But everyone knows that good things
always must come to an end, and end it did as the weekend had finished.



 



“Did you see it?”



 



D’you
reckon she knows?”



 



“What are we going to do?”



 



Hermione, Ron and Harry had
barely taken their seats at the Gryffindor table that morning when Fred,
George, Dean, Neville and Ginny walked towards them, and began assaulting them
anxiously with questions. They too had heard about the new “Educational
Decree twenty-four
” which the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts (Professor class=SpellE>Umbridge
) had established this morning; which forbad all
students to take part in organizations, societies, teams, groups and clubs that
had not been approved by the High Inquisitor. Umbridgean>
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really did need to die. . . well,
that’s what everyone wanted, anyway. . .
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Looking around the Great Hall,
Harry made sure no teachers were near.



 



“We’re going to do it anyway,
of course. . .” whispered Harry.



 



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you’d say that!”
George beamed, patting Harry on the
arm.



 



“The prefects as well?” asked
Fred looking at Ron and Hermione, mockery tng hng his voice.



 



“Of course,” Hermione said
coolly.



 



D’you
think. . .” Neville started nervously. “class=SpellE>D’you
think that class=SpellE>Malfoy could’ve said anything?”



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All eyes averted to the blonde class=SpellE>Slytherin at his table. As if he had felt their eyes
looking towards him, he glanced over to Harry shaking is head and then, smirked
defiantly.



 



“Here come Ernie and class=SpellE>Annah Habott,” Ron said as he
looked over his shoulder. “And those Ravenclaw
blokes and Smith. . . no one looks very spotty. .
. Not even that git Malfoy.



 



Harry glared at class=SpellE>Draco as the Slytherin looked
murderously in the direction of the people Ron had mentioned; Hermione looked
very alarmed also.



 



“Never mind spots, the idiots
can’t come over here now, it’ll look very suspicious - sit down!” she
mouthed to Ernie and Annah, gesturing almost
hysterically for them to join the Hufflepuff table.
“Later! We’ll- talk – to – you – later!!”



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style='font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black'>Hmmclass=GramE>. . . By the way he looked at Ernie and class=SpellE>Annah, Malfoy really lang=EN-US style='font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black'>did
seem as though he didn’t want us to be discovered. . .
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admitted to himself silently as he kept staring at the blonde young man.



 



“I’ll tell Michael,” said Ginny
impatiently, standing up from her bench quickly. “The fool,
honestly.”
Harry stared at her running towards the Ravenclaw
table but his emerald eyes soon averted to the Asian girl sitting not so far
away. Would Umbridge’s warning stop her from
coming to the meetings?



 



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Draco,
are we going to sit together today??” the Slytherin
girl asked with her usual high-pitched voice.
But the pale young man did not answer, for his attention was currently drawn
to something rather than the persons at his own table. Pansy Parkinson shook
his right shoulder a little bit, breaking him out of his thoughts.



 



His eyes shot towards her
instantly, narrowing threateningly.



 



“What is it Pansy, can’t
you ever leave me alone?!” he snapped harshly, which only made the
girl’s face contort with anger.



 



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have I done. . . won’t I just ever learn to shut up??
Now she’s going to go on forever!!
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At this, Draco
took his face in his hands and let the furious girl inhale deeply as he waited
for the blow. After a few seconds, she let out all her anger, shouting
deafeningly into his ears like a rabid banshee. The flaxen Slytherin
slid his hands down, clamping them on his ears; he still wanted to hear after
she was done.



 



“YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I TELL
THIS TO YOUR FATHER, DRACO MALFOY!!” was the only thing he heard as she strode
away angrily and he could finally unblock his ears, putting his right hand
under his chin and sighing. As he noticed the very apparent silence that now
reigned through the vast room, he glanced around the Great Hall. Everyone was
looking towards him, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Swinging his feet off the
bench, he stood up proudly - books inds nds - and looked around the many faces,
which were staring back at him.



 



“What the bloody hell are you fools
staring at?!” he snapped furiously, loud enough for everyone to hear him.
Fortunately, Potter and his friends had just left the Great Hall or he would
have never heard the end of it. Smirking as everyone glanced away he looked at
his two bodyguards.



 



Crabbe,
Goyle!” he started, looking at them disdainfully as
they both glanced up at him, their mouth full of food, some of it sticking out.
Disgusting. . .I have to remind
myself why I hang out with such ill-mannered pigs.
“Stop stuffing your
faces for a while, we’re going to DADA.” He ordered, the two gorillas obeying
as soon as they were asked.



 



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“Good Morning!!” Professor class=SpellE>Umbridge said with an overly cheerful tone. An awful
monster could only be hidden behind that tone.



 



“Good Morning, Professor class=SpellE>Umbridge,” the class chanted, knowing good and well by now
that they would be asked to say it with a better tone if they did not.



 



“Quills out, wands away,
please. Take the page twenty-five of your Defensive Magical Theory book.
Read the whole chapter, there will be no need to talk,” instructed class=SpellE>Umbridge
, giving all students an awfully false sweet smile.



 



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is going to be another exciting, action-packed class today. . . I can’t
wait until Scarface’s meetings st
- wait, I did NOT think that. . .I dread the meetings; I just can’t wait to see
the expressions of rage on everyone’s faces when I torment them in every
meeting. . .There, that’s better. . .
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Opening his book, the pale
young man sighed deeply. Upon reading the first line of page twenty-five
something caught his attention; there were scars – no, words etched into
his fellow Slytherin classmate’s hand beside class=GramE>him.
. . again. Bending himself down closer to
the handsome brown-haired boy, he looked at the words that were still a raw
pink on the flesh of his hand.



 



class=GramE>Ramsden. . pan>pan>” he whispered
carefully. “Lloyd!” The shoulder length-haired young man looked
towards Draco.



 



“What is it?” he asked
blinking, keeping his voice very low.



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“Your hand.
. . did she make you do that in one of her detentions again?” class=SpellE>Draco
asked, almost angrily but reflexively forciown
own
the show of emotion.an>



 



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and such. . . but taking pleasure in the physical
pain of others. . . she’s exactly the same as…
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shut his eyes and shook his head, as if to dismiss the thought. Looking back at
Lloyd he started whispering: “She’ll pay one day, that b-“



 



“Mister Malfoy.
. .” the horribly honeyed voice said sweetly which brought nasty shivers down class=SpellE>Draco’s
spine.



 



“Professor Umbridge?”
he asked, smiling at her innocently.

 



“Would you please tell us all
what it was you had been discussing with Mister Ramsden?”
she asked with a falsely wide smile.



 

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but of course, Professor.
I was just telling Lloyd here,
how interesting this book was. Really, Professor Umbridge,
I just adore the way you decided to teach this class. Finally, we have a
decent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher,
nothing like that Werewolf, Lupin,” he
answered, still giving the professor his best smile. Oh yes, suck-up
indeed, Malfoy.



 



“What a delightful young boy
you are,” she started, “just like your father, I must say.”



 



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jaw twitched involuntarily at the mention of his father, but he kept smiling.



 



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must die. . .
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his last thoughts as the bell rang.





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lang=EN-CA style='font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA'>Author’s note:lang=EN-CA style='font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA'> I know!! It
wasn’t very long!! But please don’t kill me!! I just couldn’t write all that
happens from the last chapter to where the people join the Trio in the room of
Requirements!! I swear, you’ll see that part in the
next Chapter!! ^_^



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lang=EN-CA style='font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA'>I hoped you
enjoyed the chapter anyways!!



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class=SpellE>Til next time!! *huggles*



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