Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 2

Draco's POV:

"I can't believe you got paired up with him!" Pansy squeals.

Draco rolls his eyes at her annoying voice. "Yeah me neither, we get it it's terrible. Can I enjoy lunch without being reminded of it?! Thank you." Draco finishes with a fake smile.

Pansy looks down in defeat. "I mean at least it wasn't Longbottom." Goyle speaks up.

"No one cares, Goyle," Draco says angrily.

"I could cheer you up, Draco... We could go on a date..." Pansy suggests happily.

"I've told you no many times. Now leave me alone." Draco felt fed up with all of them. He could never stand them, but his father would be upset if he were to break off those friendships. Of course, it's only because that's how his father keeps up his prestige. Without those connections, his family would be nothing. His father reminds him every single year.

Pansy scoffs and gets up, leaving the great hall. Everyone looks at him in either shock, disgust, or confusion. He just didn't care anymore. If his father wouldn't cut off his inheritance and possibly disown him, he'd tell every one of them to piss off. He felt a pair of eyes on him and he looks around, his grey eyes meeting a pair of green ones. Harry Potter... For god's sake.

Draco gives the boy a hard glare, but all the other does is look at him. What's his damn problem?! Draco gets up and walks over to the Gryffindor table with confidence and determination. "If you wanna get through this year, Potter, I suggest you look elsewhere," Draco tells him promptly before strutting out of the great hall, his robes gently moving with him.

He walks quickly and gracefully toward the dungeons. "Holly berries." He says clearly and the door to the common room opens immediately. He strides in to find Pansy sobbing in front of the fireplace. She stops as soon as she sees Draco.

He pushes past her and up to his dorm, not once looking back at Pansy. He falls into his mattress, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he could just be alone forever. It's not like his friends actually care, they only like his father's money. Even he only likes himself for his father's money. But who could blame him, it's the only thing his father would give him other than a good shouting at and a look of intimidation. Though he should probably just try being better at what his father asks of him, and he tries! But every time he just gets worse at it and his father just gets angrier.

"Draco?" Goyle speaks, coming into the door room.

"What?" Draco replies emotionlessly.

"We have Defense Against the Dark Arts again soon... We have to get to class." Goyle reminds him.

"I know that..." He replies irritably. Goyle rolls his eyes in response and opens his trunk. Grabbing his books for his next classes, and walking out. Draco sighs and soon does the same, walking in silence to his classroom as the other students chat noisily around him.

He enters the classroom and sees four words written on the board ahead. 'Sit with your partners.' This day can't get any better! Draco strides over to where Harry was sitting, making his presence known by loudly moving his chair and speaking. "This will be exciting, huh Potter?" Draco smirks at his sarcasm.

"Will you shut up?" Harry asks through his teeth.

"I don't think I will... Why are you upset?" Draco mocks Harry with a soft voice.

Harry sighs in anger but proceeds in silence, which makes Draco upset. "Oh, he can't think of a comeback," Draco says with a fake frown. Yet, Harry still ignores him. "Cat got your tongue, Potter?" Draco says a little quieter this time, "Or am I just getting under the chosen ones oh so holy skin?"

"Shut up, you're pathetic," Harry says, making Draco smirk.

"I am, aren't I?" Draco says softly but confidently.

"Do you have nothing better to do, Malfoy? I said shut up. Can you even hear?!" Harry remarks.

"Oh! Good one!" Draco says sarcastically and smirks. "You think I'd listen to an oaf like you?"

Harry scoffs in response as Professor Lupin begins the lesson. "Alright, today we will be working on making a Patronus. Can anyone tell me what that is?" Lupin asks.

As usual, Hermione's hands shoots up in the air. "Yes, Ms. Granger?" Lupin asks.

"A Patronus is a charm that is individual to and unique to everyone. It's used to drive away dementors and is conjured by remembering a very happy memory and saying 'Expecto Patronum'." Hermione says.

"Very good! Ten points to Gryffindor." Lupin smiles and continues on. Draco rolls his eyes. Gryffindor gets it all, huh? "Now, don't feel upset if you can't get it at the first try, not everyone can. It takes many tries and a lot of practice. Who wants to try first?"

"I will!" says Pansy Parkinson, stepping up towards the front of the classroom happily.

"Great! Now all you have to do is think of your happiest memory and point your wand right in front of you and say very clearly 'Expecto Patronum'. Got it?" Pansy nods to Lupin and she begins.

"Expecto Patronum!" Pansy shouts, but nothing happens. She looks down at her shoes.

"That's alright! You'll learn. Anyone else?" Lupin asks the class.

Neville nervously raises his hand. "Come up, Neville," Lupin says with a smile. Neville slowly makes his way to the front and stands in silence for a little.

"Expecto Patronum!" Neville shouts, but instead of a Patronus, a big gust of wind shoots out of his wand, breaking a couple of glasses along with it and throwing papers all over the room. Quite a lot of students chuckle until Lupin tells them to stop.

"You need to concentrate more. The wand doesn't control you, you control it." Lupin says to Neville.

"Thanks, Professor," Neville says softly, walking back to his desk with his head down.

"Harry!" Lupin shouts, making Harry look up. "Why don't you come up here?" Draco rolls his eyes once again. Of course, Harry needs a moment of glory.

Harry walks to the front of the classroom slowly, looking back from his classmates to Professor Lupin. "Go on, Harry," Lupin says.

Harry takes a deep breath and raises his wand. "Expecto Patronum!" As Draco expected to happen, a bright blue light pours out of his wand, making the class gasp and Draco rolled his eyes once more. A stag struts around the classroom, running past Draco only inches apart, making him jump a little.

"Well done!" Lupin says cheerfully as the stag disappears into the wall. All the Gryffindors cheer while the Slytherins stay silent.

As Harry comes to sit down, Draco speaks up. "Way to show-off, Potter." He spits.

"Oh, get over yourself," Harry remarks.

"That's quite a hypocritical sentence for you, huh Potter?" Malfoy smirks.

"Says the person who claimed themselves as royalty since day one when really, no one knows him and he's nothing but a pathetic excuse for a wizard," Harry smirks back.

Draco's eyes go wide and he raises his fist, punching Harry right in the mouth. "You're a pathetic excuse for a son." His father's words ring through his head and he punches Harry again and again. Harry soon gets enough strength to throw Malfoy off of him and charge towards him, fist balled up tightly.

"Harry!" Lupin shouts. Harry doesn't listen, he just hits Malfoy over and over until his nose bleeds. "For Merlin's sake!" Lupin shouts, sending a spell their way and hurling them across the floor away from each other. All the students sit in shock, staring down at the two boys with the blood running out of their noses.

"Headmaster's Office, now!" Lupin shouts, grabbing them both by their robes and dragging them out of the classroom.