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Draco
The skin clasped against my jaw was sore as I left the Headmaster's office. It hurt when I spoke, but I didn't once show it.
Even though I'd hate to admit it, the bloody boy got a good punch. The evidence was clear.
Dumbledore hadn't let us go that easily though. We'd both gotten 2 weeks of detention, my stomach churned just by the thought of it. Ugh! But I have to say, it's quite admirable that the teachers actually think it's going to happen. Him and I locked inside a room? I had to suppress my chuckle as I walked down the dark hallways.
I'd always hated Headmaster Dumbledore. He was simply an old-looking goat who could stick his life lessons far up in the ass if I were the one to judge. But I think some tiny little part of me has always admired him.
He is a man who never seemed to have been frightened a single day in his life. I'm not sure I can count on two hands how many times I've brought up my father in his presence, and every time he doesn't even blink. It was quite fascinating.
I stretched my hand as I neared the exit, a swirling pain going through my bones. The memory of my hand buried in Potter's stomach appeared in my mind and I smiled to myself. I didn't want detention, no. Father definitely won't be pleased. But in the end, I guess it was all worth it.
***
I quickly found Blaise waiting for me outside. No words were said as we walked around the parking lot. As we passed piles of orange leaves, I felt the upcoming question hanging in the air.
"Why did you do it?" He asked. His voice was low but curious.
I grinned to myself, tucking the edge of my sweatshirt in my hand, looking at the ground.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Blaise burst out laughing.
I looked at him, his dark eyes meeting mine. The sky above us was starting to turn red and gold showered down on us.
"I didn't exactly think it through."
It was true. I know I had been sitting at the Slytherin table, listening to something Pansy had said when I heard voices talking about the tryouts, and then suddenly Potter's fist collided with my face. In between that, I remember nothing.
"So let me get this straight... you just suddenly felt eager to go up and slam Potter against the wall without any reason?" He tilted his head upwards and laughed.
"Yeah, I guess so." I breathed, looking down at the ground.
Then Blaise's grin shifted into a confused smirk."But, I thought you hated him?"
"Well, yeah I do," I bit. More than you know. That might've been one of the most ridiculous questions I'd ever heard.
"Then you're more stupid than I thought," he laughed, as he turned around to the corner. I paused before I followed him. He leaned against a lamppost enjoying the confused expression on my face.
"I don't understa–"
"Look, Draco... I know you wanna get back at him somehow. And I get why. But if you really hated him, what you did today might've been one of the stupidest acts I've ever seen."
He gazed at me and realized I still didn't follow.
"He knows what buttons to push. He thinks he figured you out. Now, by showing him all this anger constantly, you're basically just feeding him with power. He knows how to control you. And by the little stunt you pulled today, I believe he's more in for the win than you ever were."
He gazed at the ground as a little chuckle escaped him. I could've killed him right there. Make sure he wouldn't continue, but I didn't.
"Of course, all that wouldn't exactly occur to stupid people. But you never really struck me as stupid, Draco. Well, at least not until now."
Blaise's words hit me harder than Potter's punch. Because he was right. It had been far more stupid than I had realized. This was how I'd always been taught to think. How my father had always wanted me to think.
Oh shit. My father was going to hear about this.
"You're right," I breathed, refusing to meet his searching eyes.
"Now you need to tell me what was so important that you thought you should start a fight," Blaise chuckled, still leaning against the dark lamppost.
Potter's voice rang in my head.
"It's not so fun being vulnerable like that is it, Malfoy?"
I gritted my teeth and turned my face away from Blaise.
"Just some dumb Quidditch shit," I murmured.
"But you're playing on different teams?" Blaise said confused.
I didn't get to answer him as a black car pulled up in front of us. Wormtail stepped out of the car and quickly opened the car door for me. I got in the car. Still, with no response, Blaise chuckled as I closed the door and left him alone in the street.
I love Blaise. He's too wise for the world. How are you today? Feel free to comment. Also remember to vote, I really need it. Next chapter will be out on tuesday.