𝙏𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙀

III

Second Year

I hate him, I absolutely hate Draco Malfoy. Lyra thought, as she ran as fast as she could to Hagrid's hut.

Oliver Wood told her what happened with the whole mudblood situation. She was beyond pissed.

How could he? She knew he was mean, but this was something else. If she had been there, would he have told her that too? After all, her parents were also muggles. Why does she cared anyway? He was just another fool...

A fool that drive her crazy.

Once she arrived to Hagrid's, she hurried to hug Hermione.

"Are you alright?" She asked cautiously.

Hermione nodded slightly. "I shouldn't care what assholes like him think of me... of us. You should've been there. You would've known what to say." She lowered her gaze.

"Hey, stop." Lyra was fuming. "He's going to regret it, I swear Draco Malfoy is going to regret this."

-

Lyra looked all over the school for him and when she reached the Quidditch Pitch she spotted his silky blond hair facing away from her.

She picked up her pace towards him. "Hey!" She yelled. And as soon as he turned to see her, she threw a punch at his face. Hard.

"Agh. What the fuck, Bauer?" Draco bellowed.

"Are you insane? What is wrong with you?" She heard Pansy crying out.

Lyra crossed her arms, ignoring her. "Remember that next time you choose to open your racist mouth again"

Draco snarled. "You'll pay for this, you filthy..."

"What? Say it." She challenged. "You know what would look amazing with your broken nose? A black eye. So don't ever mess with me or my friends again, got it Malfoy?"

She didn't wait for an answer and ran out of there before any teacher could saw her little show.

"Bitch." He said softly so she couldn't hear.

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Third Year

Hermione, Ron and Lyra stood stiffly in front of the Shrieking Shack, telling horror stories to frighten each other. They paused when they heard three voices approaching them.

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle appeared out of nowhere ready to bully the Gryffindors.  "Well, well. Look who's here. You
three shopping for your dream home?
Seems a bit grand for you, Weasel-
Bee. Don't your family all sleep
in one room?" Malfoy scoffed.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Ron replied ashamed.

Draco fixed his gaze on Hermione and then on Lyra.

The butterflies made their appearance, unable to be controlled, as usual.

"Will you two take turns being the wife? Oh no, my bad. Bauer's got to be the house-elf, am I right?" Draco said laughing, slapping Crabbe's chest.

Lyra took out her wand and before she could petrify the hell out of the annoying boy, SPLAT! Malfoy got hit by a flying snowball.

"Who did that!?" He glanced in confusion, when, SPLAT! SPLAT! He took two more. Malfoy's ski mask was pulled over his eyes, he was spun around, given a rough kick to the ass and sent stumbling over the rise and out of sight. Instantly, Crabbe and Goyle joined him.

The invisibility cloak drops, showing a grinning Harry. "So, which one of you is going to be the wife?" He smirked and his friends burst out laughing.

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