A Slight Case of Stubbornness

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The next step, as you might well imagine, was actually obtaining a computer. I knew they weren't sold in any wizarding stores, as the only family idiotic enough to buy them was the Weasleys. Except they couldn't, as the have no money. Hehe. This meant I could either get myself to muggle London, or do what any other spoiled rich kid does.

Ask daddy.

Of course, not being the typical spoiled rich kid, I had to go about this in a certain manner, and I set to it the very next day. Having summoned my eagle own from her private quarters - there's absolutely nothing wrong with my own having her own room! What, you think a Malfoy own would sleep in the Owelry? With the other flea ridden and dirty animals? Oh, you did. Shows how much you know, Harry, cause she doesn't. - I sat down to write a letter to my father. Here, I've got a copy with me, so you can see exactly what it said.

Dear Father,

I am writing to you with a small request. Yesterday, I dreamt of a fail free way to kill Harry Potter.

Really it's ingenious, and I used everything you taught me. To accomplish it, I will need a muggle

computer, preferably the 'DELL' model, as an inside source reveals that they are the best. I cannot

reveal the details of my plan to you, in case this own is intercepted, but I eagerly await the computer.

Yours in evilness,

Draco

Two days later at breakfast, no less than 20 owls slowly inched their way towards me, holding a huge package between them. They carefully set it down in front of me, completely squishing my breakfast and breaking all the glasses in my vicinity, then streaked off again. My own girl, Esmordale, dropped a note from my father on my lap with much more grace before joining them.

It was rather...bigger than I had expected, but no matter. With the eyes of everyone in the hall upon me, I slipped the note into my robes, and grasped the box to pick it up.

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All right, yes, and then I tried to pick it up and failed and tried again before realizing the thing must weigh at least 100 pounds and was therefore impossible to lift. It's not like you could lift it by yourself either, muscle-boy!

When I finally remembered that manual labor was beneath Malfoys anyway, I simply transformed the massive box to be as light as a feather, and regally left the hall.

Finally arriving at my own rooms, I ripped open the note my father sent. I won't bore you with the content, which was mostly about how Mother's aunt's daughter wore such a disgraceful dress to the latest Death Eater Ball and how beautiful and elegant He Who Must Not Be Named's black robes looked. Honestly, I don't know why he insists on the whole He Who Must Not Be Named bit. It makes proper punctuation almost impossible. The only part I was truly interested in was the last few lines, where he expressed happiness at my finally doing something of some worth, and that if I failed and made him look like an idiot, he'd kill me himself. Oh and your mother says hi.

All in all, what I had expected.

After that ordeal was over, I charmed the cardboard off my darling computer, and watched it reveal itself to me.

It was so beautiful. There were 4 parts to it - all glossy black and with silver buttons. One was what must be the screen Patil told me about - it looked glassy and felt smooth. Then there was a rectangular part with slots to insert things in, as well as 3 buttons. Last, there were two identical, smaller rectangles that were labeled speakers. There was a small packet amidst the cardboard as well, labeled Working With Your New Dell Computer.

I smiled, then cackled, then flipped to the first page and started to read.

But I don't wanna look over your potions essay, I want to keep telling the story! You'll what if I do? Really?! Right then, I'll tell the rest tomorrow. What do you mean you'll tell the rest tomorrow? I thought we agreed on one more day for me? Comes with the deal? Why how very Slytherin of you, Potter! Fine, fine, you win. Now, shall we?

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