Chapter 12

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Danny POV

We had run into the library, at least the teachers would think we were studying. Or something, He held my arm and never let go.

"Can we stop? At least act like we belong here!" i whisperd shouted at him.

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be here. Stupid halfbloof! I'll tell my father, I'll tell him all about what you did! Also on the train an-and here!" It clicked in my head like a timer that set me off.

"Why do say that? Does a persons blood define who they are?" I asked, malfoy looked over at me, then turned away. "Sometimes things, terrible irreversible things happen to someone... AND THEN YOU DARE TREAT THEM LESSER BECAUSE OF THEIR MISFORTUNE THEY WERE GIVEN!" I yelled, shaking the windows and collums. Like a wail without its real strenght.

"But they are... so dirtied, lesser, were better? Right?" Malfoy asked looking at me doe eyed trying to belive he was right. But i was angry and upset, i was upset of that i was a monster, that i wasnt even halfway normal.

"Then instead of making a rift why don't you, you draco, make friends. Not based on blood, or so help me I will knock you literally into a book." I said laughing, still mad.

"You just yelled at me, now your making a joke. Are you going to be pessimistic or optimistic. What-no who are you?" He said running his hand through his blonde hair. "Seriously, im supposed to be the boss! But you! You make it seem like there is.. Grahhh" he yelled.

"Hey, your weird to, come on. Wan't to somthing ice to see? Or stay in a stinky dusty library, for some wakadoodle of a teacher to get us?" I asked, pulling on the doors to the library.

"Wait, Danny! Come on, waaait!" Draco hissed.

Short chapter i know, i had to though, so my phone broke, overheated. But now i got a wonkier phone. So just letting you know, that hates me. But enjoy the cliff hanger. Who can guess the next chapter gets a shout out! Who can guess draco wand gets a shout out. And please tell me you enjoy this story!

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