We Sorta Kinda Just Happened (A Drarry Story)

Chapter 12

This one is a little shorter than normal, but lots of good stuff happen.

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The goal was simple. Get Potter to stop pitying him. In result, find courage to get back to his classes and get on with life. Malfoy agreed with this part. Pity was unbecoming for the sole Malfoy heir.

The controversial part was the plan. It was simple, really. It only had two steps. One, walk up to Potter. Two, scream "STOP PITYING ME!" to his face.

Three, he adds as an after thought, leave.

To execute it, the plan requires a dose of Gryffindor courage.

Not to mention a large supplement of Gryffindork stupidity, Malfoy jeered.

Draco let loose a sigh to his empty room.

That was right. The whole idea completely disagrees with any part of himself that had any sense of self-preservation.

He was severely disappointed that it was the only thing he had managed to come up with so far in the time he has spent thinking.

He gave up on his sad attempts to write an essay and flopped face-first onto his bed. Flipping over, he faced the ceiling. The sun had shifted, and now the silver and green room was tinged a Gryffindor and Weasley hair red.

Yes, he kept the Slytherin colors. He may have mellowed out a bit, but he still had House pride.

He heard several laughs outside his door. Come on, Hogwarts is huge, and you manage to find his door? He heard a loud thud against his door, and- Oh sweet Merlin!

Were those-No, they might be just slurping some drinks, not-Nope that is not a drink!

Draco winced. Another thud sounded in his room. On his door? I mean really?

He stood the noise for a few more minutes, until he couldn't stand the sounds.

He opened the door and yelled at the couple.

"Aren't there other doors you can bang on while you snog!" He glared at the blushing seventh years.

The boy was buttoning up his shirt, while the girl stared at the ground.

"Sorry," the boy finally said, glancing up, "We didn't know we were in the eighth year wing."

Draco sneered. "Well now you do. I would suggest you leave."

The boy looked away and grabbed the girl's hand.

"Come on Julie." He whispered to her.

Julie nodded and they slowly walked out of the wing. Draco noticed that the girl had startling red hair, resembling the Weasley trademark.

A distant relative?

She reminded Draco of the Weaselette. Except the Weasley girl was more fiery, by what he heard.

The Weaselette, Malfoy hopped up and down in his head.

What could I possibly do with her, Draco scoffed, she's just Potter's girlfriend...

Oh.

Well, Draco thought, you know what they say.

If you can't stop them, make them hate you.

He rolled his eyes to himself.

Who am I kidding. No one says that.

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