Slytherin Pride

Bathroom

Dracos POV

Ginny hugged me, as I kissed her forehead. We had been sitting in the same spot for over an hour just talking about thinks that don't matter, but are useful to know. "Hey." I whispered softly in her ear. She shifted and lifted her head sleepily. "Yes?" I smiled and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. She laughed. "you're beautiful." She laughed again, and blushed. "So are you." She commented back with a slight smirk. She grinned, looking up. There was a flash of movement as something slithered under the door. It was a paper snake, probably carrying a note. I shivered a bit as I watched it inch towards me. Ginny was still unaware of its presence, and from the looks of how discrete it was being, she wasnt supposed to know that it was here. Panic rose inside of me. What if aunt Bella was ready? What if she was at large storming the council. But I saw crooked lettering on the title and relaxed a bit. It was from a student at least. How bad could it be? I pretended to stroke Ginny's pack, while in reality I was fumbling to unfold the coiled note. It read.

Malfoy, you need to meet me in the men's room. To "chat" I'm watching the clock. You have five minutes to make an excuse to Ginny.
You better come, or people will suffer consequences.

I straightened. This was the first time I had been threatened in a while. Not since I killed Dumbledore in fact. Not in school anyways. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my heartbeat down, knowing gin was laying in top of it. I'd already wasted a minute.
"Hey gin?" I said looking up at her. She raised her head slowly, it felt like ages, like everything was moving in slow motion. Even as I spoke I felt delayed, like I was wasting time. "I've got to go to the men's room. Won't be long." That was also a lie. I might not come back for all I know, after all the word "chat" was in quotation marks. Meaning it was more than a little talk. It also implied, well actually it flat out said her name. They knew about her and me. Well the had their suspicions anyways. "Okay? You could've just gone." She said laughing and I falsely laughed along as I got up, trying my best to seem casual when really, I was resisting the urge to run. As soon as I closed the portrait hole I bolted down the hall, now thanks all of the late Quidditch practices that made me run faster than the ordinary human. I only had a minute and I mentally started counting down, hoping I was counting faster than time was actually ticking. I burst into the closest men's room and groaned when I saw who was there. "Oh good, I almost had to go and hurt some people because of you." I swallowed. "Weasley, honestly I don't know why you keep coming after me, but I really don't have time for this." He shrugged, obviously containing a lot of anger as he casually leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest. "Wow, Malfoy your egos finally starting to wear off? Or are you just surrendering to the fact that I'm right." I raised my eyebrows. "Right about what exactly?" He smirked and pushed himself off the wall and shrugged again. "Oh I don't know...everything." I rolled my eyes. "Ah! There's the Weasley that I know, always trying to be smart but just wings it." He reddened. I liked messing with him, even though he was rather intimating when he was "upset." The good news was, I knew for a fact that I was more intimating. Several little kids have told me that. "Then let me be more exact ferret! You getting on terms with Harry. You we asking your way into Hermione's bed, you cheating your way out of a Quidditch lose just because Harry gave you a little push, you fucking shagging my sister!" My blood boiled as I gritted my teeth. I wasn't going to lash out. Not until he did, but I was sure as hell going to hit him back harder. "I appreciated the use of the word "weaseling" but that's your thing. Anyways...your wrong about all of those except one." He reddened more. "Hermione." I swallowed. He was accusing me of sleeping with her, when he physically abused her?! Does he even know what he's talking about. I wanted to fight him. I needed to connect my fist with something, but he needed to strike first so if we got in trouble he would be in more trouble than me. "Ha, no actually. Although I do know about you almost raping her, and physically abusing her. Be careful with that, or you'll be in even more trouble from me." He turned purple. "You don't know anything." I raised my eyebrows, forcing my hands to stay at my sides. "So your not denying it?!" He finally exploded into a shouting match. "You don't know! You've never known! I took care of hermione for seven years! Seven goddamn years! And she's associating with you now! Harry, my best mate is talking civil to you! You of all bloody creatures! And gin! My baby sister that I love with everything I'm capable of is with you! You good for nothing sorry piece of shit! She starved herself because Harry injured you! She cared too much! You almost killed her! She saved you from the fall, and what do you do?! You let he starve. You are a monster Malfoy. I see it now, and I'm not going to let you hurt Ginny again." I was biting my tongue so hard it was bleeding and my teeth were embedding into it. My eyes didn't tear up, because I was far beyond crying. I could possibly kill him. Right now, if I was certain that no one would be super mad at me, I would just end him. I realize I made mistakes, lots actually, but I never told anyone that they weren't good enough. That they were the cause of someone trying to kill themselves. Never once! I needed the fight to start, and he looked ready to burst. I needed something to push him over the edge. I made a smug smirk. The best one I could murder with Nike rising in my throat due to my deep lathing of him. "Just so you know, potter approached me first and Ginny is a killer in bed." He shouted in rage, spraying me with spit as he charged at me. I dove for his mid-section and slammed him into the wall. His head jerked back and I nailed his gut once, his jaw twice, and his ribs at least three times. He spit blood on my face, and gave a bloody smile. "There have some half blood on you for a change." The he lurked forward and propelled me onto my back, lightly knocking the wind out of me. He slammed his head into my nose, and I yelled in pain. It was obviously broken as I was threatened to drown of sucking in my own blood. I poured down my face and onto my shirt, luckily it wasn't white this time. He slammed his fist into my gut and I coughed. He might not run very fun say on the field but he could hit pretty hard. I kneed him in his genitals, which made him practically collapse on me. "Fuuuuckkkk!" He moaned and I pulled him up off the ground and drove him I tot he sink. His back cracked and he slumped to the ground. I turned to leave before someone came to actually use the restroom and find bloody seventh years wrestling on the floor, but he tripped me by kicking my legs backwards. I slid in a shallow puddle of blood. (I wasn't entirely sure that it was mine.) he yanked himself up, lightly limping am shoved me against the wall and took a knocker swing at my eye. I couldn't open my eyes. I was seeing triple everything out of the eye still open and I swayed. Trying to standing. My head hurt from hitting wall and my eye was already starting to swell. I elbowed in my jaw and heard a deafening crack. He cried out in pure pain and knelt on the ground, spitting bloody spit from his mouth, trying to hold his now broken jaw in place. He looked up at me with hatful eyes. "By the way-" I coughed up more blood. "I do care about Ginny. I'm not sure if the feeling's mutual but I am not abusive unlike you." Then I calmed walked out of the bathroom, literally everything in my body aching. It seemed as though he broken everything. Not just a rib and my nose. I cupped my hand over my still bleeding nose and rushed down the corridor, running into walls when I needed to turn corners due to my swollen eye. I realized gin was still in my common room. I swore rather loudly. I can't just casually tell her that I had a bathroom fight with her brother until I knocked him out. I sighed as I approached the portrait.

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