Blast that Potter!

Blast that Potter!

Draco hates the way Pansy cries. Clearly, since she's his girlfriend and all, she must obviously know how he's feeling about such matters. She should clearly know that he feels horrible about his Father being in Azkaban Prison. It's not like her father has been sent there, being stupid enough to get caught.

Pansy's crying is almost as bad as her laughing. It's too high and shrilly, and too exaggerated. Rather dramatic, in simple terms. Draco enjoyed it when she was laughing with him, but when she laughed during her own accord, it was rather horrible sounding and definitely high-pitched. Not to mention the way she cried, dear Merlin, one would think a ghoul was laughing.

Draco, plainly, didn't want to be reminded of his father going to Azkaban. It's bad enough knowing it, but he doesn't want to be reminded of it. Honestly, if he wanted to be reminded of it, he would think of Potter - his favorite pastime, really. The way Potter looked at him smugly was enough to drive anyone wild. Thankfully, he was polite and he knew better. Blast that Potter!

Draco blinked and snapped out of his thoughts when he heard footfalls descending the stairs. Without having to look in the general direction of the noise - he already knew it was his Mother. Draco still found it funny that her footfalls are loud and demanding - if one could describe it as such. The next thing he heard was the front door being closed - obviously his mother had something better to do than sit and contemplate life like he did.

Draco found it amusing, really, the way she continued to be so haughty and arrogant, even when they both knew clearly well that Lucius Malfoy was in Azkaban. It was better, though, if he really thought about it. Draco knew that it was best to put on a show - the remaining Malfoys wouldn't be subjected to being pitied. That was for the simpletons. They were Malfoys. Obviously a big difference.

It irritated him slightly, though, that his mother had been absent more than ever whenever he returned to the Manor from spending the day outside. He would only know she was there if the House Elves were fidgety around him. ... Which wasn't much of a change, but the way they would jump at any noise told him otherwise. The real reason he was irritated above all else was that - even in the Manor when no one was watching - his mother showed no sign of sorrow or remorse about his father. It irked him slightly, even if he never voiced it. He decided the day that she showed up at the Platform that he wouldn't even mention it.

He remembered the way she looked at him, as if it were his fault his father wasn't around anymore.

Blast that Potter! Blast him! Potter was the reason his father didn't host anymore Death Eater (but, of course, the Malfoys named it otherwise) parties where Crabbe, Goyle and him could sneak in and listen, because, of course, there was no Lucius Malfoy. Now he was just like all the other pathetic children at school - who would find out about Death Eater attacks and the uprising of Voldemort at the same time as he did. Pathetic, really. At least with his father around, he could know things before anyone else did. ... Some things, anyway. ... Not that his father told him much - but knowing that his father was important in the rising of the Dark Lord was good enough for him. It automatically meant he was above the rest of the useless commonality at the laughingstock of a school.

If Potter wasn't so bloody interfering with plans, Draco thought, then his Father would still be around. His mother wouldn't stay locked up in her room for most of the day, and if she ever did leave the Manor, it was for long periods of time. It never used to be like this. He hated being alone in the Manor with nothing but wretched House Elves for company.

He had told his Mother that he didn't want Pansy over anymore. The girl clearly didn't know it was time to stop whimpering to him about his father. He didn't want to be reminded, bloody hell!

It was Potter's fault. It always was. He was the reason that his Father was in Prison, and the way his Mother kept his distance from him. Potter was the reason the Ministry is now getting in the act - which ultimately makes it harder for the Dark Lord's minions to assist him in the uprising. Potter, bloody Potter, was the sodding reason his girlfriend would Not. Shut. Up.

Draco sneered to himself and propped his feet on his mother's very expensive center table. She wasn't around to discipline him on that anyway - so what was the difference? He hated change. He hated Potter. Potter changed his life.

And when he went back to school? He laughed to himself - a loud, manic, sharp laugh that had the chandeliers vibrating - and thought, Next year, Potter's life is going to be hell.

Draco smirked. And I'm going to make sure of that.

Finish.