malice. |harry potter|

1.11

"i'm mali, by the way."

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"DRACO MALFOY!"

The corridors of the Slytherin dungeons echoed with the voice of Malice Fallon, who had discovered poor Astoria flailing on the floor after a failed attempt to cast the furnunculus curse on Vincent Crabbe, an attempt that was made by one Draco Malfoy. "Finite Incantatem," Mali recited with a quick wave of her wand, allowing the brunette girl in the corner to recover slightly, still teary-eyed from the pain of boils on her face. "Are you alright, Astra?"

"Yeah, all good. It's not his fault, Mali."

"Oh course it's his fault!" Mali screeched over her shoulder as she ran towards the boys dorms, where she had seen a flash of bleach-blonde hair disappear. "Drakey-poo," Malice sang, using the nickname that her and Blaise had come up with. "You can run, but you can't hide..."

"COLLOSHOO!" The girl cast a spell at Draco, effectively sticking his shoes to the floor. "Titillando!" Draco Malfoy, in his position, started yelping and squirming, clawing at his body. The poor boy looked like a worm, wriggling around with his feel firmly stuck on the floor.

Not her finest moment, but Mali was definitely relishing in the sufferent of the boy in front of her. After about two minutes of watching him squirm in his immense discomfort, a quick finite incantatem released him from her hold. Draco looked up at the girl, who was grinning, his eyes wide with fear. "You touch one of my friends again, perhaps I'll leave you like that for an hour or so. After all, it's harmless." Draco scrambled away, back to the safety of his own room, and Mali walked back to where Astoria was still crying. The boils had subsided slightly, but only Madame Pomfrey could get rid of them entirely.

"Come on, Astra. I'm taking you to the hospital wing."

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Valentine's day was in full swing, the Great hall decorated with pink and red candles, as well as heart-shaped confetti that floated effortlessly around the ceiling. Though Mali was indifferent towards the holiday, she loved pink, so she always took February fourteenth as an excuse to dress pretty. For that reason, she was late entering the hall for breakfast, wearing a beige plaid school skirt paired with a white long-sleeved button-up underneath a pastel pink cable-knit sweater vest that was a size too big. The outfit was paired with black platform oxfords, and a sweet pink headband, pulling back her large curls.

Lottie, Blaise, and Theo, who were sitting together, waved at Mali to come with them. Astoria and Pansy were sitting with Draco and the goons, as Blaise called them, affectionately. Essentially nobody else had noticed Mali's entrance, other than Cedric, who had smiled at her briefly, and Harry, who was staring. Parvati Patil, who had noticed the boy, looked at him inquisitively. "Harry, what are you looking at?"

When he didn't answer, Parvati, along with Hermione, craned their necks to follow his gaze, right to one Miss Malice Fallon, who had just thrown her head back, laughing at something that Blaise had said. "Wow," Parvati said. "That Slytherin girl is really pretty. Fallon, is it?"

Harry, still staring, was shaken out of his gaping by a harsh shove from the redheaded boy to his left. "Harry, mate, Parvati asked you a question."

"Huh? Oh, er- yeah, that's Mali."

Ron laughed, smirking at Harry. "Fallon's just about the only palatable Slytherin. We like her," the boy explained to Parvati, who nodded quickly and turned back to her food. "Mate, you've got to stop ogling Fallon."