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Chapter 7 ~ Draco and the Professor Have a Little Talk
Draco eyed the Potions Master. He still didn�t see what Hermione saw in the dark wizard. He could use a good dose of sun for one thing, he was pale as a corpse. A good shampoo wouldn�t hurt either. She was probably attracted to him because he was intelligent. Draco doubted the Professor would even remember what to do with pussy.
“I imagine it isn�t common to talk to one student about another, Professor,” the blonde wizard drawled.
“No, it isn�t a common practice, Mr. Malfoy. But I believe it is necessary we talk about Miss Granger and your intentions toward her,” Snape said, his dark eyes glinting.
“Why is it necessary, Professor? My intentions toward her doesn�t affect you or anyone else for that matter,” Draco said.
“It is necessary because as a teacher I have a responsibility to ensure the safety and well-being of all Hogwarts students,” Snape replied, “And I know for a fact, Mr. Malfoy, that you despise the witch. Why are you pretending not to?”
“Honestly?” Draco asked.
“Yes,” the Professor replied.
“Because I want to fuck her before she graduates,” Draco responded, meeting the Professor�s eyes, “She�s gorgeous and has a nice body. I want to do her. That�s normal, isn�t it?”
Snape looked at him.
“For any other young wizard, I�d say yes. But with you, Mr. Malfoy, knowing your feelings about muggle-borns I�d say it is very abnormal. You don�t even like to brush against a muggle-born,” the Professor said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“Granger�s special,” Draco said, “So I�ve suspended my shudder response when it comes to her.”
Snape looked at the wizard. He was hedging around the meat of the situation.
“Mr. Malfoy, I am well aware that you have a way with women, and have quite an active sex life here at Hogwarts. No doubt your father followed family tradition on your seventeenth birthday?” Snape asked him. He was well aware of the Malfoy tradition of providing a thorough sexual education for males.
“Yes sir,” Draco said with a leer.
“Most likely you could have almost any young woman in Hogwarts. Why focus on Miss Granger when the witch obviously is focused on other pursuits?”
“You mean like you, Professor?” Draco asked, smirking.
Snape was taken aback. Had Hermione confided her attraction to him to Draco?
“Don�t look so surprised, Professor. I could see Hermione has the hots for you. Maybe you want to fuck her yourself,” Draco said.
“I don�t get involved with students, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said, “I teach them. I don�t fuck them.”
“Well that�s your loss, Professor,” Draco replied, “I know if I had a pretty piece of legal ass like Granger creaming herself for me, I wouldn�t hesitate to do her. A few times. As it is, I have to work for it. And that�s what I�m doing.”
Draco gave the Potions Master an appraising look.
“Unless you�d like to help me out and give me a hair and some polyjuice potion.”
Snape scowled at Draco blackly.
“If you ever impersonate me, Mr. Malfoy I will see you expelled, then beat you within an inch of your life with my bare hands,” Snape snarled, his black eyes dangerous.
Draco paled. He had witnessed the Potions Master fight another deatheater. It hadn�t been pretty. Draco knew he wouldn�t stand a chance against the Professor.
“I was just joking, Professor,” Draco said weakly.
“Don�t,” the Professor responded, “I know you felt me in your mind during class, Mr. Malfoy, and you know what I saw. Explain that to me.”
“That�s how I plan to fuck Granger,” the blonde wizard replied.
The Potions Master felt his head suddenly go very hot. He wanted to throttle Draco. He fought the feeling down. He looked at the wizard, willing himself to calm.
“Mr. Malfoy, you will leave Miss Granger alone,” the Professor said through gritted teeth.
Draco looked defiant.
“You can�t tell me who to associate with Professor. Just because you won�t touch her, doesn�t mean you can stop someone else from doing what you won�t,” Draco said sullenly. “You don�t want her. Why shouldn�t I fuck the filthy mudblood if she wants me to?”
Snape stayed in his chair with effort at the slur.
“You have your choice of witches, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said, “Fuck one of them.”
“I want her, Professor. I want to fuck her, and I want to break her. No one�s going to stop me from paying her back.” Draco said, his eyes glittering with hatred, “You have no claim on her, and have no right to try to interfere with this. You are my head of house. You are not my father. You are overstepping your bounds, Professor.”
Snape stood up and placed his face close to Draco�s
“Bounds or not, Mr. Malfoy, if you abuse that witch in any way, you are going to have to answer to me,” he said in a quiet, threatening tone.
Draco leaned back in the chair somewhat, his brow furrowed.
“Why? Why should I have to deal with you? You don�t want her,” Draco said, his blue eyes narrowed in defiance. Then they widened. He pointed a finger at Snape.
“You do want her,” Draco said accusingly. “You want to fuck that mudblood. You just haven�t got the nerve to do it. You�re hiding behind your teacher status. And you call yourself a Slytherin.”
Snape just looked at him for a moment. Then he straightened.
“You�ve been warned, Mr. Malfoy. You may go,” the Potions Master said, returning to his seat.
Draco stood up and frowned at the Potions Master.
“My father won�t take kindly to you threatening me, Professor Snape,” he sneered, “Especially over a mudblood witch.”
“If your father has a problem with it, he knows where to find me,” Snape replied meeting Draco�s eyes.
“He won�t come to you. He�ll go to the Headmaster,” Draco replied.
“In that case, Albus knows where to find me,” the Potions Master said, his black eyes hard as diamonds as he looked at the blonde wizard, “Now I suggest you leave, Mr. Malfoy, before I help you leave.”
Draco noisily dragged his chair back to the desk and exited the Potions classroom.
Snape pinched his nose. Why had he done that? Threaten Draco? His father would come to Hogwarts and raise a stink about it to Albus for sure if the boy told.
But Draco wasn�t going to tell his father.
The blonde wizard made a beeline to the library and found Hermione with her face in a book. She looked up at his face, and immediately became concerned.
“Draco, what�s wrong?” she asked him.
Draco dropped into the seat next to her.
“Professor Snape,” he replied, scowling.
“Why? What did he do?” Hermione asked, her brow furrowed.
“It�s not what he did, it�s what he said,” Draco replied, looking Hermione in her eyes.
“What did he say?” she asked the Slytherin.
“He told me to stay away from you. I think he�s jealous,” Draco answered, his blue eyes like ice.
“He what?” Hermione said in disbelief.
“He doesn�t want me associating with you. I think he thinks I am interested in you beyond friendship. But that could never happen with us,” he said, a little wistfully. “Anyway, he was serious.”
Hermione�s face went black. “He has no right to tell you that. He has no right to try and manipulate who I associate with�especially since�” here Hermione faltered.
“Since what?” Draco asked, knowing the answer was Snape showed no interest in her.
“Nothing,” she said, picking up her books and starting to leave.
“Hey!” Draco called after her, getting a loud “shhhhh!” from Madam Pince. He lowered his voice. “Where are you going?”
“To give one meddling Professor Severus Snape a piece of my mind,” she replied, exiting the library.
Draco sat back in the chair and smiled.
Don�t fuck with a Malfoy.
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A/N: Ooh. An angry confrontation coming up between Hermione and the Professor. I wonder just how heated it can get? Heh heh. This ought to be good. Malfoy is trying to drive a wedge between them. He’d better hope he didn�t accidentally pull out the stops. We�ll see next chapter, shall we? Please review.
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