Dramione Instagram - Eighth Grade

Draco

I hummed lowly as I put my phone back down.
I was running over the facts in my head.
Astoria was in love with me.
I kissed Granger.
She decided to be friends with Granger.
It wasn't adding up.

Standing up I ran a hand through my hair.
I kissed Granger, not exactly my normal post match ritual and yet I couldn't get it out of my head.
I chuckled as I left the common room, I had seen Weasleys reaction. I knew he was pissed.
It only made me happy.

Rounding the corner to the stairs i bumped into someone shorter than me.
Glancing down I raised one eyebrow at Granger before acknowledging Pansy and Astoria.

"Babe!" Astoria squealed, dropping her bags and running towards me. I move my arms to wrap them around her while making eye contact with Pansy.

She shook her head slowly. I knew what she was thinking, she assumes I will break Astoria's heart. She also thinks she can get me to accept the Gryffindors by getting the Slytherins to ignore me.
Foolish, truly.

I push Astoria away from me and speak, "Pansy, a word."
She nods and says goodbye to the other girls as I walk past her into an empty classroom.

I hear the door open and close behind me and turn around to face her.
"Your parents?"
"They sent me a letter asking me to come home for the next holidays."
"Asking?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Fine, ordering," she sits down on one of the desks in the room.
"Do you really hate all the Gryffindors or are you trying to protect yourself."
I turn back to her with narrowed eyes, "What are you suggesting Parkinson?"
"You don't really think Hermione is disgusting because she supposedly has muddy blood do you?"
I only glare at her in response.
"You know her blood is the same as yours and mine right."
"For fucks sake of course I know that, you think i really care that much about her birth status? I'm not stupid Pansy. Which is why I know you are trying to get the guys to abandon me, its why I know my father has Pucey and Daphne watching over me. You think my father got those photos by accident, you think I actually give a fuck about being a pureblood."
I watched as Pansy's eyes widened, "When did you stop caring about blood status,"
"Fourth year, I started having my doubts in third, this was when I assumed Snape was reporting my every move to my father though."
"But that means, you.." she trailed off.
"I hate Granger because she's friends with Potter. I hate Weasley because hes braindead. I hate Potter because he has a family. A family HE chose."
She stood frozen, a million emotions running over her face.
"Are you done?" I asked.
She gave a stiff nod, still not moving.
With that I turned and swiftly left the room.