THE FURIES ▸ Draco Malfoy

Chapter Thirty-Three: SISYPHUS

◤ ❝The beginning of the end is upon us.❞ ― Theodore Nott◢

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE:   SISYPHUS

April 17, 1997

              "You're a idiot." 

              Andromeda's lip twitched, the beginning of a smirk curling on her mouth as she watched Blaise make a fool of himself from across the table in Potions. Theodore was staring too, unimpressed, with the beginning of an eye roll threatening to appear. The potion in front of him was oozing black liquid when it was supposed to be a glistening, foamy pearl shade similar to the one in front of Andromeda. Blaise, however, had been so caught up in the love letter that his girlfriend had snuck into his bag that he spilled the entire contents of spider legs into his cauldron―thus ensuing the mess of goo that was slowly burning the sides of the cauldron. 

"Not everyone can be Granger's freaky brain twin, wise arse," Blaise hissed from across the table, scowling at Mia for her comment. "Your bloody mind is a weapon of mass destruction in itself." 

"She'll only take that as a compliment," said Draco bluntly, scowling when the black goo made its way over to his belongings and he quickly swept them up off the counter. Across from him, Mia smirk gleamed brighter as she made eye contact with Blaise. Draco continued, "Zabini, I swear to fucking Salazar, if any of your shite gets on me―" 

"Oh, give him a rest," Mia jeered, leaning forward on her elbows with a smirk when Blaise glared at her. "He's in loooooove." 

Blaise's eyebrows pinched and he glared at her. "Fancy talking about love then, do you, Mia―"

"Oh, bloody hell," Theo muttered under his breath, his fingers going to the bridge of his nose to pinch it in frustration. 

"How are you and Vaisey doing as of late?" 

There was a brief pause in the air at Blaise's question, unknowing of the humorous joke he'd just made in front of them. Mia remained unphased, her grin never slipping as she looked at Blaise. Theo let out a rumbled cough from the center of his chest to hide his snicker, and―best of all―Draco flickered his attention away from his things to put his undivided attention on the girl in front of him. His hands clasped in front of him, features raised high in pointed curiosity.

"Yes, Romy," Draco egged on, leaning forward on his desk with a growing smirk as he met eyes with Mia. "Entertain us with your love affair with a certain Slytherin, please." 

She hummed at him, her eyes staying on his. "Care for all of the intimate details to suffice your immaculate love life?" 

"Immaculate?" he asked, seemingly amused. "I certainly wouldn't use that word. Perhaps something a little less chaste." 

"Nonexistent?" Theo offered with an eye roll. 

Draco shot him a sneer from across the table. "No need to talk about yourself in such a way." 

"Now, now, men," Blaise scolded, raising his arms in a feigned attempt to get them to play nice. "We all know Nott has a bright future with his han―" 

"Ew, Zabini!" 

Mia wretched, cringing at the joke that made Draco snigger and Theo flush a bright red. Blaise only shrugged innocently, returning back to stirring his pile of shite potion like he'd just created the concoction to cure dragon pox. Unbeknownst to him, Slughorn was going around the room and upon arrival at their table, his disbelief had how horribly Blaise had messed up was evident. The pair of them joked around for a few more minutes as they gathered their things up for the day, Theo and Mia messing around with one another by purposely pulling the others' belongings out again.