Chapter Six:
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He was sitting in her Potion's class when she walked in. Virginia Weasley took a moment to curse Snape for letting Draco come in before her class and allowing him to sit their, as pompous as ever. Finally she returned her focus to the Slytherin sixth year.
"Malfoy." She growled. "You're in my seat." He smirked at her and she gritted her teeth.
"Am I?" He said with fake innocence. Her eyes narrowed. She walked up to him, placed both her small hands on his muscular chest and shoved. Hard. Draco's eyes widened as he toppled backwards and onto the floor. She righted the stool and looked down at him, returning the infuriating smirk he had given her earlier.
"Yes. You were." She said sweetly. He got to his feet gracefully and dusted himself off.
"Look you mudblood loving wench. I'm going to get you to see my way no matter what. So you might as well give up before it gets ugly." He sneered. She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Oh really? I think I'm just fine without you. You'd just get in my way. Thanks anyhow." She said arrogantly. Draco's eyes flashed, they were full of rage.
"Why you little…" He began and whipped out his wand, pointing it to her forehead. Ginny's eyes managed to remain impassive, but inside, her heart was thundering loudly.
"Get that wand away from me, Malfoy. With your intelligence you might manage to blow me up." She snapped. He glared at her.
"What if that's exactly what I want to do?" He growled and leered as Ginny's eyes betrayed her, and widened in fear.
"Mr. Malfoy!" An angry voice snapped. Draco turned and saw Professor McGonagall standing in the doorway. "Why, I came down here to talk to Professor Snape and I find you, threatening Miss Weasley. This will cost you a detention. I will inform Professor Snape of your indiscretions." She snapped and marched away. Draco turned to face Ginny and, if possible, he looked even angrier.
"Weasley! This is all your fault. You are going to pay for this." He barked before rushing after the Gryffindor Head. Ginny dropped into the chair with a sigh of relief. Maybe she had misjudged Malfoy's temper.
In the Malfoy Manor far from the Hogwarts School, Lucius Malfoy sat in a large leather armchair sipping from a goblet full of wine. The only light came from the torches on the wall and the roaring fireplace. The fire reflected into Lucius's ice-cold eyes but the light did nothing to lessen the frigidness. Despite the fires around the room, there was no warmth in the room; it remained as cold as the master of the houses' cold grey eyes. The whole house was filled with elegant, costly decoration and yet it was void of life. No one had ever laughed in this house, or screamed, or even cried in the past 13 years. Two people lived there at the moment, moving statues withy no semblance of verve. Lucius glanced at the clock and set down the empty goblet. He stood gracefully and went to the fireplace where, at exactly midnight, a man stepped out of the green flames. The man's head was shaved and a long scar ran from his left eyebrow to his left cheekbone, a disfigured mess where his right eye should have been.
"Mister Malfoy." The man said, his voice thick and oily. If Lucius had been anyone else he would have shuddered in disgust.
"Rak." Lucius said. "Do you have them?" He asked, his voice as cold as his uncaring eyes. Inside, however, Lucius raged desperate to have what Rak had bought for him. Rak grinned showing a mouthful of missing teeth.
"The Five Crystals of Set." He said and pulled out a leather bag. Lucius reached for it but Rak pulled it back quickly.
"Give me the money first." Rak said angrily. Lucius smiled wickedly, reaching inside his black robes.
"Of course." He said and tossed a small pouch filled with gold coins at the filthy man. Rak poured them out and counted them quickly. With a toothy grin the man tossed Lucius the leather bag.
"Excellent. A pleasure working with you." He said and turned back to the fireplace, tossing a handful of green powder and disappearing with a softly spoken word. Lucius opened the bag and looked at the crystals. He smiled maliciously.
"Yes, very excellent."
The chair in Snape's office on which he sat was extremely uncomfortable and Draco knew that Snape had had made them especially like that so he could have the satisfaction of having the children shift awkwardly in the chairs making them more nervous than they already were. Draco was not an ordinary child. He was a Malfoy. That meant that he was always calm and poised, no matter what the circumstances were. Out of the corner of his eye he appreciated the bottles that sat on top of the shelves all around the room.
"So Mister Malfoy, what were you doing pointing a wand at Miss Weasley's head? I believe I let you into my classroom so that you could have a quiet place to study, not to torment my students." Snape said from behind his desk. Draco nodded.
"I'm sorry sir, the Weasley brat annoyed me and I lost my temper." Draco explained coolly. Snape nodded.
"You understand that I can't let you go without punishing you?" Snape asked and Draco nodded. "Very well, you will serve two detentions this weekend and I'm taking off 15 points from Slytherin."
"Thank you, sir." Draco responded and Snape nodded, waving his hand in dismissal. Draco stood and walked out. His face was an impassive mask but inside he raged. Two detentions because of that blasted girl! There was no way his Father could help him either, he would only yell at Draco for talking to a Weasley in the first place. Or for getting caught red-handed. Either way, he was on his own. Curse that Weasley girl!