When nothing else matters *･゜ﾟ･*

Chapter 3

Draco, flanked by his companions, Blaise Zabini and Mattheo Riddle , found himself seated amidst the meadow expanse of the school grounds.
While Crabbe filled the air with nonsensical chatter, Draco's gaze wandered, acknowledging the students surrounding him.

Amidst all of the laughters and conversation, his attention was drawn solely to one figure across the lawn.
Robin sat down beneath an old beech tree, absorbed in a book, vibing to the sound coming from her headphones: House of Cards by Radiohead.
Draco's eyes remained transfixed.
Just when his eyes risked resting a moment too long, something happened. Within seconds, the blouse part of her uniform got torn away by an invisible force, leaving her breast only covered in lingerie.

Laughter erupted from one specific group, perpetuated by the mischief of Barry Mitcham and his comrades,who set the new redhead as their target.
The other students around dared to stay silent in the wake of this embarrassing situation.
A 6th grader allowed a soft giggle to escape.

Robin, her appearance neither expressing concern nor fear, rose from her seat.
The air seemed to thicken as she approached Barry, who regarded her with an arrogant smirk.

"What are you going to do? You want to punch me, don't you? Come now, you little whore, give it your best shot."

A collective gasp echoed through the crowd, and Draco's pulse quickened in response to the charged atmosphere.
Without hesitation that new girls hand surged forward, her fist aiming towards Barry's nose with uncanny precision. In the echo of that impact, a faint crack resounded.

In that fleeting moment, Draco's senses heightened, and he found himself enjoying this whole situation way too much.
He lived for the drama, the unexpected head-to-head encounters and people who seem to be tired and disappointed of humanity just like he was. 
Therefore, Draco's gaze remained fixed on the scene, captivated by the raw power and aesthetic of her action.

A chorus of gasps reverberated throughout the onlookers as Barry got up and signaled with two brief hand gestures  that it was time for him and his friends to leave.

„ Broo this chick is so fine did you have a closer look at her boobs??", Blaise whispered.

„Obviously bro, there was nothing else I could stay focused on. Even though I would have loved to have a closer look at the defeated look on Mitcham's face; I hate that guy.", Mattheo mumbled.
„What do you think about that new girl though, Malfoy?"

Malfoy did not respond but let his friends know that he was tired of their comments by packing his things and leaving the scenery .