Hexed private from all other Slytherins, past and present Potter… - Malfoy's Journal
Hexed private from all other Slytherins, past and present
Potter has gone off to the other side of the planet to finish his education, Pansy has broken all ties with me and Mother seems determined not to listen to my advice concerning my ever so dear ex Potions Professor. I've not seen the Weasel, the mudblood, or any of those other people once, for which I suppose I should be thankful, but neither has the Order felt any need to contact me. I'm stuck here in my Great-Aunt's house for days and days with only that wretched Dobby for company and making no contribution to the war effort whatsoever. It's about time everyone came to their senses and started appreciating my value.
I'm not missing him, surely?
Sometimes I wonder why Dobby didn't strangle you out of goodwill for mankind.
Really, if you want someone to keep you company (and I don't mean me, don't even think about it!) you should just ask.
It hasn't got the upper body strength.
This is me asking. Ask? You don't understand Slytherins at all, do you?
It's not an it!
... Fine. Would you like some company?
It is. And it's barely even that.
If it's company I can stand, yes. But I doubt it.
I was going to ask if there was anything I could do for you, but if you're going to be that big a prat I won't.
Ron'll certainly be happy I didn't bring you anything.
I've been living off Every Flavour Beans for three days but I don't need anything.
No, of course not.
But I'm sure there's something you'd like.
I know you have some manners, Draco.
I do when I choose to.
I suppose I'd like something decent to eat. And by decent I pretty much mean out of your price range.
I've more money than you think I do. Plus, I can Transfigure things.
What do you say?
I refuse to eat Transfigured food. It all tastes like cardboard.
Feta and basil on lightly toasted ciabatta. With white wine, as long as it's over twenty galleons.
Probably because you're the one Transfiguring it.
I can get you the sandwich, and I'll see if I feel like buying you wine. It's not quite worth it to buy wine I can't drink.
Rubbish. McGonagall never had a bad word to say about me.
You don't drink, Granger? That would explain your sour disposition.
Only because she has manners.
I do drink. It happens to be bad form to drink something you are buying for another person. Popping another's cork, if you will.
Or because there was nothing to complain about.
I'm hardly going to drink the whole bottle by myself. I'm not that bored.
I'll let it go; I'm not much in the mood to argue.
I didn't say you were. I haven't said much of anything about what you're planning on doing with the wine, actually.
Well, it has to be drunk in one night. That's for certain. Come and help me. We'll make a night of it.
Are you quite sure you're not drunk already? High, perhaps?
This is, if anything, very out of the norm.
I assure you I'm thinking quite clearly. Just because I don't like you doesn't mean I don't stand on ceremony. Only drunkards
like mother drink wine alone. Besides, you can fill me in on everything that's been happening outside of these four mouldy walls. Bring your friends along too. I'd like to tell Ginny Weasley a few truths, especially.
I suppose that makes sense.
I'll come, but I can't bring anyone along. Harry's taking his NEWTs, Ron's
still hating you busy, and Ginny and I aren't really speaking.
Trouble on the home front? How horrible.
If you truly want decent food, drink, and company, I recommend you stop being a smug prat and issue a decent invitation.