Mind Reading Isn\'t Just A Myth

This is told from Draco\'s point of view. anything surrounded by stars are other people\'s thoguths and Draco\'s concience is surrounded by ~.

Disclaimer :- I own nothing but the plot!!!!


It was an accident, and one I think I’m about to scream about.

I was paired up with Potter for Potions (Potter! Does Snape hate me?) and I had to drink his potion.

Of course, mine was perfect, but Potter’s (OBVIOUSLY) went wrong.

And now, I’m stuck in Dumbledore’s office wearing magical earmuffs, because of the problem.

The Potion was supposed to dull your enemies (which is why I was paired with the Git-Who-Lived) hearing so that you could sneak up on them.

It only lasts for ten minutes.

But (Typically) Potter got it wrong.

He enhanced my hearing permanently.

Now, I can hear anything in a twenty metre radius, no matter how quiet, but whenever I look at someone, I can hear their bloody thoughts!

Great.

I mean, this is just terrific.

Dumbledore says that I should be able to control it soon.

Stupid old pillock.

Why didn’t you drink the fucking potion then?

Potter didn’t even apologise.

God damn that idiotic Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy-Me!

Dumbledore isn’t even going to bloody punish him.

I hope Snape did.

And I’ll bloody punish him when Dumbledore lets me out of this shrine to white that he calls an office.

Potter just came in.

Boy-Who-Just-Will-Not-Die.

‘I’m sorry Malfoy.’

Wow.

That was unexpected.

I’m taking these earmuffs of whether Dumbledore likes it or not.

Poor Malfoy. Even he didn’t deserve that.

Shit!

I forgot I can hear people’s thoughts.

‘I don’t need your pity Potter.’

He looks confused; I’ll bloody confuse him.

‘I can hear your fucking thoughts, Boy-Who-Lived-To-Destroy-My-Life!’

Shouting always made me feel better.

But it evidently doesn’t make Potter feel better.

‘I thought you were the one ruining my life.’

Shit! He can hear my thoughts! Christ almighty, why Malfoy?

‘I’m asking the same question Potter,’ I drawled.

Look away, Draco, before you hear something you shouldn’t hear.

Wow, I never noticed his eyes are emerald green.

I always thought they were muddy green.

Bastard! How can someone be such a prick and have such gorgeous eyes?

‘WHAT? I DO NOT NEED THIS!’

I know I shouted Dumbledore.

And I think I have every fucking right to shout, don’t you?

‘First, the Bint-Who-Lived poisons me, then he pities me, then he starts thinking about how fucking gorgeous my eyes are!’

I don’t think Potter’s too pleased I heard that.

FUCK! Harry James Potter, shut your fucking thoughts up!

‘Listen Dumbledore, you find a fucking antidote and you find it fast! I do not want to hear people’s thoughts!’

I could be expelled for that.

Potter should be expelled for making me do that.

‘I’m afraid there is no antidote.’

What?

Did I hear that correctly?

Fuck that bastard Potter.

*Poor Draco. But really, he does have an advantage.*

‘How? What possible advantage could I possibly have listening to people’s thoughts?’

‘I was thinking about Voldemort.’

Shut up Dumbledore.

Damn Gryffindor’s.

Why do they insist on saying his name?

‘You have joined our side, Mister Malfoy.’

So?

I only did that to have a legitimate excuse to blow my Father’s balls off.

And the Dark Lord is a nut case.

And killing isn’t as much fun as it sounds.

Shut up, Draco, and listen to the Idiot-Who-Has-Never-Heard-Of-Barber’s (Dumbledore, in case you got confused because it applies to Potty as well).

‘And you will be able to hear Voldemort’s thoughts.’

Again with the name.

‘So you will be able to help us fight him, and his armies be telling us their thoughts.’

That is the Master Plan?

Why don’t you make the Boy-Who-Seriously-Needs-A-Haircut drink it then?

‘I know this is hard, Mister Malfoy.’

Really?

You’re an expert on everything now, are you?

Had this condition then?

What the fuck is that stupid smile for?

‘You’re looking at someone who suffers from it.’

Figures.

You suffer from everything.

Wait a second.

YOU?

This just gets better and better.

What can I do to relieve my anger?

Oh yeah, I know.

I don’t think I was supposed to hit Potter.

*What the hell did he do that for?*

What do you think I did it for Potter?

‘Mister Malfoy, maybe you should go to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey has a potion that will give you a dreamless sleep.’

If he dare says that everything will look better in the morning, I will rip his spine out and strangle him with it.

He heard that, right?

That’s why the stupid smile, isn’t it?

‘Then I won’t, Mister Malfoy. I quite like my spine where it is.’

Arrogant Mudblood-lover.

‘Mister Potter, please escort him there.’

Excuse me?

Have you just tuned in?

DID YOU NOT SEE ME PUNCH HIM?

Leave me alone with him and Voldemort will not get a look-in.

He’ll have to dig him up and put him back together to kill him.

‘And Mister Malfoy, I must ask you not to disembowel Harry. We will need him in the war against Voldemort.’

Two things:

1. The name.

2. Disembowel?

I thought hang, draw and quarter him actually.

Right.

At least I can get away from that heaven-wannabe circle room.

God, I hate Potter.

‘I hate you.’

‘I know.’

He took that well.

Don’t look at him Draco…

Too late.

*Why Malfoy? Why couldn’t Hermione or Ron have the ability to read my thoughts? Why my worst enemy? Uh-oh. He’s looking. Ok, none-sexual things. Statues. Armour. War. Death. Blood. Ok, don’t think about blood. What was I saying?*

‘None-sexual things?’

*SHIT!*

‘You associate me with sexual things?’

Can people really turn that shade of purple?

*Why else do people call you the Hogwarts whore?*

‘They call me WHAT?’

*Bad Harry. Bad Harry. Great, I sound like Dobby. Maybe I should go hit my head on a wall.*

‘You fucking do that.’

Hogwarts whore?

Ok, that hurts.

‘I’m sorry Malfoy.’

‘Fuck you Potter.’

‘Actually, I’d rather you didn’t.’

*Did I say that out loud?*

Did he just say that out loud?

‘I’m not the one fantasizing about me. You’re the one who has to think about blood to stop getting a hard-on when you see me.’

*Please stop talking about blood.*

‘Why Potter, do you have a phobia of blood?’

‘Of my own.’

*Great Harry. Great. Just tell him that. He’ll only use it against you.*

‘Hogwarts whore?’

Good boy Draco.

Change the subject.

Him being that colour is really off-putting anyway.

God, that hurts.

*Wow. He’s never heard that?*

‘No, I have not. Please share your wonderful knowledge.’

‘Rumour has it that you’ve bedded nearly everyone in the school without a thought of who they are. Even…’

There’s the colour again.

Once again, God, thank you for making it impossible for Malfoy’s to blush.

‘Even Ron.’

Oh. I see.

‘Actually, I didn’t bed him. I turned him down.’

Something tells me that was the wrong thing to say.

Hey, wait a second, why should I care if the Boy-Who-Was-Too-Selfish-To-Just-Die is hurt?

It’s not my fault I can hear his fucking thoughts.

*You turned him down? Ron asked? Ron asked! Shit! Hermione, he didn’t…*

‘Stop that train of thought right there, Potter. I haven’t touched your Mudblood. I may have seen your best mate, but I haven’t touched your Mudblood.’

*Thank God. Ron, you bastard! Even when you knew how I felt, you went and begged Malfoy to fuck you!*

‘How you felt?’

How he felt?

Where did that come from?

Unless… no!

He’s the colour again.

Actually, he’s kind of cute when he blushes…

Woah, hold up there Draco Malfoy.

Did I nearly say that Potter is cute?

‘I’ve got to go.’

Please do.

I think the potion is having unwanted side effects.

I wonder what those robes are hiding…

Stop it.

This is just too strange.

Hogwarts whore.

Did it hurt me because Potter said it, or because it exists?

What am I thinking?

I don’t give a fuck what Potter thinks.

Even if I just listened to most of them.

I need to sleep.

Maybe I’ll wake up to find this has been a bad dream.

Or a nightmare.


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