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The Little Mouse that Roared

Eyce Queen

Chapter Five:

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Draco stormed back towards the Slytherin common room. How dare she? Who did she think she was, telling him to sod off? Just yesterday, she had been cowering at his feet and now she had the nerve to tell him to sod off? Draco let out a frustrated growl, startling several students and making them cower from his furious gaze. He strode into the common room and snarled at some first years who were sitting on the couches. They scrambled away and he dropped into the couch, draping himself lavishly on the black leather. His face remained calm and impassive, despite the anger that raged inside him. He would show that Weasley girl just whom she was messing with. By the end of the week, he would have her begging for his help. He smirked in satisfaction; it was just a matter of time. The girl couldn't have changed that much, he would bring out a bit of the old Ginny and teach her never to cross a Malfoy.

"Crabbe, Goyle?" He called. The two burly boys appeared at his side. He didn't even glance at them. "Go get me something to drink."

"Yes, sir." They chorused and stomped away. Draco smiled. Victory would soon be his, and how he loved the taste of victory.

The last few days had been the most miserable ones in Draco's entire life. He was ready to kill someone to vent his frustrations. He had tried several times to make Virginia Weasley talk to him and fall into his plan. He had failed every single one, and Draco hated failing. The girl had gained confidence with each passing day and was showing a lethal wit that had been hidden inside her timidity. He cursed her silently. She was different from any girl he had ever met. Most girls fell to his feet in submission if he spoke one word to them. Virginia was the most insufferable, annoying, rude girl he had ever met. Yet Draco would never admit defeat to a mere Weasley, so he would suffer though her clever insults until she saw that he truly did want to help her, although that was as false as anything. Draco smiled and with that satisfying thought he went up to his dormitory to get some sleep.

Bad things come in threes, or so the saying goes. Virginia Weasley hoped to God it wasn't true. She had run into Hermione this morning who had given her a short speech about how disappointed she was and that she hoped that she would go back to the way she was. As in return to her timorous self who had no personality? Ginny grinned. She would never do that. She's rather die. Then Snape had caught her doing her nails in class and sent her to detention. Now she had two detentions she would be serving this weekend. She turned a corner heading to her Charms class and cursed. Look like the bloody saying was right. He was standing outside the door, looking as composed as ever. He was leaning slightly on one hip with his arms folded, one brow cocked and his infamous smirk on pale lips. She glared at him fiercely. How dare he prove that blasted Muggle saying right?

"Weasley."

"What kind of greeting is that?" She snapped, rolling her eyes as she tried to storm past him.

"Like you deserve better." He sneered, stepping in her way. She scowled up at him hating the fact that she had to look up to see him.

"Get out of my way you insufferable git!" She growled. He laughed and shook his finger in her face.

"Tut, tut, Weasley. You should really watch that temper." He mocked. She had the sudden urge to bite his infuriating finger. So, she did just that. "Ow! You wretched wench! You bit me!" He cried and she laughed. She laughed so hard, tears sprung to her eyes.

"You'd better watch were you stick that finger of yours next time." She taunted coyly before carefully stepping past him and into class. My, my, my. Her day was certainly improving. Maybe the saying 'sun after the rain' was also true, and my, oh my, was this a bright and shimmering sun. Ginny lasted through her whole Charms class a beautiful grin on her lovely face.

Draco stalked through the corridors with a cultivated grace. His anger towards the youngest Weasley and his father was hidden behind a mask as frozen and impassive as an ice wall. His thoughts were focused on the letter he had in his hand. A letter from his father.

Dear Draco,

Soon we shall have all we have always wanted. Our plans are coming together. Stay prepared and aware of everything. I expect your test scores to be better then next year, and do not make a fool of yourself at the next Quidditch game.

Lucius Malfoy

Draco glared at the piece of parchment once more before crumpling it and stuffing it into his pocket. It figured that the only time that Lucius sent him a letter it would be cryptic and uninformative. Lucius had never overseen Draco's raising expect to drill some rules into Draco's mind. Malfoys do not cry, Malfoys don't care for anyone, Malfoys don't show any weakness, Malfoys never associate with anyone of lower rank, Malfoys trust no one, and Malfoys don't fall in love. Most of these precepts had been enforced as soon as Draco became a Slytherin for most of these were Slytherin qualities, making all most all of the Slytherins not very nice people. However, Draco had never wanted to be a nice person. He knew what he wanted in life and he was ready to do anything to get what he wanted, even if it meant stepping on a few people and earning their hate to get it. Here in the dungeons the air was cold but Draco was unaffected, showing that you were cold was, of course, a weakness. No one was there to have seen him if he did shiver but the Malfoy principles went bone deep. He turned and glided out of the dungeons not sure of where he was going but needing to walk. Suddenly he pushed into a small body.

"Watch it." He growled fiercely and glanced down. Virginia Weasley glared up at him from where he had pushed her down onto the ground. She picked up her bag and shrieked as the tatty bag split and her books spilt out.

"Oh, Malfoy!" She screamed in frustration and rage. He would never admit it to anyone, but when she was so angry she managed to scare him.

"What, Weasley? Did you're shabby bag finally rip?" He taunted his face contorted in a sneer.

"Yeah, I'm sure everyone is impressed by that costly bag you have slung over your shoulder." She snapped as she grabbed her things and stuffed them into her bag.

"Unlike some my father can afford the best." He smirked, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin jutting out. "Maybe that's what you want…If I pay you will you let me help you?"

"I don't want your filthy money." She hissed. He sniggered and tossed her one of the books she had missed.

"Maybe you should consult with your family first. I'm sure those overbred rabbits wouldn't mind a few extra galleons." He snickered as she stalked away. He never saw the book until it came sailing at him and hit him in the stomach.

"You pissy imbecile! You are going to regret that, Weasley!" He called after her. She made a very rude gesture with her dainty hand that made him howl inside as he turned and walked away, his cloak wiping behind him.