drao malfoy was, however he was holed up in the library attempting to find the peae he needed to finish the reently assigned history of magi essay on the effets of the reign of lord borthord the first in albania when he was roahed by one of his year-mates, bise zabini
“zabini, you’re bloking my light,” drao rmed him urtly and bise seemed to twith at the tone of lene whih drao had so asually spewed out
“drao, i have been drafted into giving this to you,” he said resignedly, holding out a folded parhment of paper drao raised an eyebrow suspusly as he took it bise ontinued speaking, however, so he did not open it
“i told them it was a stupid idea and you’d have them hung for it, and that if snape didn’t are then it wasn’t an issue, but they went and did it anyway…so when you deide to kill them, remember i’m just the messenger”
“what the fuk are you talking about?” drao asked, annoyane showing slightly through the tint of anger
“just read it, drao, you’ll uand”
drao looked down at the parhment and before he had even opened it, bise zabini had left his area of the library but when drao did open the parhment, he would have ompletely agreed with bise’s logi if he had not been so enraged at what was written there
malfoy, by what is written in rule 52 of the rules pertaining to quiddith, no magial reature may partiipate in the sport when an unfair advantage is given to one team over another beause of ertain harateristis that reature may possess your wings fall into that ategory, so please note that you will not be able to remain a member of the slytherin quiddith team from the day you reeive this onward
and underh were the signatures of the entire slytherin team
drao saw bloody red
harry was startled out of the slight doze that the history of magi homework had put him into by the medusa portrait smming open and a very irate drao malfoy stalking into the room, past harry, and into their bedroom where harry heard him dump all his books on his bed
“what’s wrong with you?” harry asked as drao emerged from that room
his response was a snarl, and drao thrust a piee of parhment at him before ontinuing through the room
“i’m going to ommit murder,” drao hissed through lenhed teeth and harry jumped slightly as the portrait swung shut with a sm behind him
frowning, harry looked down at the letter as he read it, he wondered vaguely whih ravenw the slytherins had made write this beause there was no way they would be able to sound so knowledgeable, but then the full implians of the letter hit him and he almost ripped the letter in two it was disgusting if they did any researh whatsoever, they would know that drao’s wings ouldn’t support him in flight yet if they wanted to invoke whatever rule that was, they would have a point if they menned how drao was now in tune with the magial urrents around him and that would aid him in finding the snith; but this was just an exuse, and a bad one at that, to kik drao off the slytherin team
he knew that drao would likely be ied by someone before he atually ommitted the murder that he wanted to ommit tonight, so he wasn’t too worried about the overall health of the slytherin team for theday’s math yet, something was still wrong about this, and he didn’t know quite how to deal with it as muh as he hated to admit it, drao had been his biggest ompetin in quiddith, and sometimes his only ompetin and harry had been looking forward to testing his own skill against drao’s full skills, whih inluded those of the veriae so the slytherin team had denied not only drao what he wanted, they’d denied harry what harry had wanted something would have to be done about that so, letter in hand, harry headed for the gryffindor on room he needed to talk to the gryffindor quiddith aptain
drao had fallen asleep long after harry on thursday night, and was therefore not surprised to wake up on friday m long after harry did he was surprised at the warmth of his bed, however drao’s own body heat didn’t tend to warm up that muh surfae area of the bed…but he shrugged it off potter had been doing so well at denying the veriae bond for the rest of the week, drao doubted he would let it slip one he knew how to shut it out and today was friday…the same friday of the gryffindor vs slytherin math that he’d been exluded from drao felt irritan at this, but muh more at the fat that snape had been pratially waiting to i him before he’d gotten to the slytherin on room murder wasn’t looked well upon after all the only onson snape ould offer drao was that he’d had no say in what the slytherin team had done, so it was pereivable that drao ould talk his teammates into voting him bak on the team at a ter date if he so wished
and that brought him bak to the math this afternoon looking over at the lok, he was rmed that it was two minutes after twelve right now well that is what hens when one goes to sleep at five in the m, he thought and sine he’d already skipped his m sses, drao pulled the overs over his eyes to shut out any light in the room and promptly went bak to sleep
a few hours ter, drao was thrust bak into reality by the sudden absene of the warmth that those overs provided, and he opened his eyes fully intending to bst anyone who dared wake him up like that aross the room but when he looked up and was met with eyes idential to his own he resisted that thought his father sat down on the foot of drao’s bed and was silent for a few seonds before he spoke
“i suppose you would rather be sleeping than hexing your teammates from the stands that was a very mature hoie”
drao deided not to point out that he hadn’t even onsid
