Gyration - A Crossover

Chapter 4: The Longest Day

[A/N: Yeah, I know that I haven't updated in a long time. And this chapter is quite short, but oh well. I'm undertaking a few secret projects, which I may or may not post here, so don't mind if I don't update for a thousand millennia. Eh, that's actually a million years, but whatever. I apologise for the poor quality of my work in advance. Enjoy... or not.]

Draco’s POV (yes, I’m on first name terms. Got a problem? No? Good.)

“My father will hear about this!” I muttered under my breath as I stormed away from those utterly disgusting people. I meant, wizards. The muggles were simply horrendous. Couldn’t they show some respect for me, the great Draco Malfoy?

Some more, I was forced to take part in this stupid game. Whatever the name was. I would win, just to show them that they couldn’t control me. And then I would shove it all in their faces.

But there was a problem. There were no wands in sight. Only those silly muggle weapons. Did they actually expect me to heft a club around to bash other people’s heads in? Clubs were unwieldy, and such monstrosity is so inelegant! Unfortunately, if I were to win, which I planned to, I would have to do all these low-class… things.

Grunting, I lifted up a sword. Swords were so heavy. And I just thought that they were swords.

“Problem there, Malfoy?” sneered Weasley.

“Of course not,” I snapped. I almost threw the sword at him, but if I did, it would probably just fall to the ground. And then Potter and Weasley would laugh.

“I think that you have quite a problem there trying to lift such a light sword,” he retorted.

“Well, then why don’t you try?” I pushed the sword towards him.

Weasley, obviously trying to prove his strength, grabbed the blade (avoiding my royal fingers, of course). It slipped from his weak grip and clattered to the floor. “Ow!” he cried, holding his finger. So he cut himself. Good riddance.

“Teaches you not to challenge me.” I picked up a new sword that was free of Weasley impurity. I swung it around, trying to get a good grip on it. Unfortunately, my labours bore no fruit. If this sword didn’t work, I could always try another one.

But it was time to do something. I looked around the training area for Potter and his crew. They were at the camouflage corner. I smirked. The perfect place.

Purposefully, I strode towards them. They didn’t notice me. I picked up a jar of lime green paint and tipped it over Weasley’s head. He turned around and yelped. “Malfoy!”

I crossed my arms. “Yes? Do you have a problem there, Weasley?”

“What did you just do?” he demanded.

“Malfoy!” Potter hissed. Only Granger didn’t look surprised.

“As if it isn’t obvious enough.” I turned and strutted away, laughing.

For once, I didn’t feel bad about stooping to such barbarian measures. I supposed I just needed something to lighten up my day. Survival had never been so difficult.

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The day of our private training session came.

I still didn’t have a plan on what to showcase. I had picked up some skills which were the most essential to my survival, but I feared that it wasn’t enough.

If only I had a wand, everything would be solved. But I didn’t. Embarrassingly, I did not know how to perform a wandless spell. I was skilled in almost everything but that. But nobody had seen the need to teach me that, though I thought otherwise. Aunt Bellatrix had never cast a wandless spell in her life, and she was one of the best duellists in the world, so apparently I had no need to learn too.