𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

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1

"That's fucking right, ferret, we're sick of you. Sick to death of listening to you bitch and moan and walk around like you own the place, following Harry around like a lost puppy. Guess what? He doesn't like you, no one likes you, and this is the last straw." Ron Weasley cracked his knuckles and tried to look menacing as he glared down at his nemesis. Malfoy had been shooting his mouth off again, and Ron was tired of listening to him. Hopefully, this would shut him up for good.

Draco's expression was blank, but his eyes gave the world away, widened as they were filled with terrified surprise. The group of teenagers surrounding him was intimidating, and they were all looking down on him in contempt, even his fellow Slytherins, which only served to make Draco feel more uneasy. Furious Gryffindors was nothing new, but pissed off Slytherins was enough to send little quacking shivers down his spine, though he did his best not to show it. He looked imploringly at Blaise Zabini for help, but there was non forthcoming, if the cold stare he received in response was any indication. "Don't go looking at me, Malfoy," the taller boy spat. "You've made your bed, now you get to lie in it."

Draco frowned. He couldn't remember what he'd done exactly to set everyone off. He knew his tongue would get him into trouble one day, but as far as he'd been aware, the day's verbal lashings had been quite tame in comparison to some of his earlier tirades. What the hell was going on? Why was everyone ganging up on him?

"What's the matter, ferret? Can't figure out why everyone's pissed at you?" Weasley sneered, bending down to look Draco in the eye while placing a hand on the blonde boys shoulder patronizingly. "Is ickle Drackie scared?"

"Yes" Draco answered honestly. He tried to stand up, but Ron's hand wouldn't let him.

"Stay where you are, ferret." Ron stepped back, blending into the crowd. He was very pleased with the way this was going.

Inwardly, Draco cursed. This really wasn't fair.

"I thought we'd reached an agreement, Draco." Blaise began. "When we came here, it was because we didn't want to become Death Eaters. It was the principle of the matter. We agreed that we would drop our prejudice and work in harmony with the Gryffindors, and while it has been a rough road, the rest of us have managed. You however, leave something to be desired."

"In other words, if you call my girlfriend a mudblood again, you're really dead." Weasley's face had turned as red as his hair.

Draco looked over at Granger, who wasn't saying anything at all, but rather was staring at the floor looking like she wanted to be elsewhere.

"Yes, Draco. Mudblood. It really is a filthy word, and we've decided to ban its use. Actually, if you'll recall, we banned its use weeks ago, but you haven't conceded to dropping it."

"I'm sorry!" Draco shouted. "This afternoon, it just slipped. It's habit now. You can't walk around using words to perpetuate an image for seven years and then just drop them completely. She pissed me off – it was reflex."

"Oh really? She must piss you off often, Draco. You use that word every time you're in contact with her."

Draco paled. "I'm sorry, Granger."

Hermione nodded at him, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"Unfortunately, sorry isn't good enough this time. You'll need to be punished to prevent you from doing this sort of thing again." Ron's grin was a mile wide as he made the announcement. Draco's face drained of what colour it had to begin with.

"What kind of punishment?" He asked timidly.

"A spanking, of course. Everyone knows that when little boys are naughty, they get spanked."