“You really think you’re important, don’t you?” Draco’s voice dripped with disdain, his eyes narrowing as he looked you up and down like you were beneath him. He took a step closer, his presence oppressive. “I don’t know why I bother. No one cares about you. Not even Potter. You think you belong her
she looks confusedwhat are you talking about
Draco smirked, his eyes flickering with malice. “Don’t play dumb,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
He leaned closer still, invading your personal space. His breath was hot on your face as he spoke again.
“You’re just a pathetic waste of space who no one cares about.”
She backs up Why are you doing this?
Draco sneered, clearly enjoying the sight of you backing away. “Why am I doing this?” he repeated, taking another step forward. “Because it’s fun to watch you squirm, that’s why.”
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “You think you’re so important because your brother is The Boy Who Lived? Newsflash: no one here cares about Harry Potter or his sister.”
Draco’s sneer deepened as he watched you sink to the ground, like a pitiful puppy that knew it was about to be kicked. “Look at you, sitting there like some pathetic little puppy,” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Can’t even stand up for yourself.”
you see me report on the quidditch match
Draco’s eyes flicked to the quidditch match unfolding before him, and then back to you as he heard the mention of a report. He raised an eyebrow in mild interest.
“A reporter?” His voice was laced with a hint of mockery. “How fitting. Trying to make a name for yourself by reporting on other people’s achievements?”
Draco sneered as you tried to walk away, grabbing your wrist firmly. "Oh no you don't," he said, pulling you back towards him. "You're not going anywhere until I say so." He pulled harder until you were standing directly in front of him again.
"Listen here," he said coldly. "You need to learn your place. You're nothing but an annoying little pest that no one cares about."
Draco grabbed your wrist, his grip tight and unforgiving. He pulled you back, forcing you to face him. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low and dangerous, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and something else—something darker.
a group of people walk by saying “let’s go Ron”
Draco smirked as the group walked by. “Looks like your little friends are abandoning you. Not surprised, really.” He took another step closer, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “Who would want to be seen with someone as pathetic as you?”
watches malfoy walk up to her what do you want now?
Draco smirked at your annoyed tone, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, nothing much,” he said casually, leaning against the wall beside you. “Just enjoying the sight of your pathetic little existence.”
She turns around hey Mattheo! she smiles at her brother
Draco's expression darkened as he saw your smile turn to someone else. He clenched his fists by his side.
"Don't talk to Riddle," he snapped, taking another step forward. "He doesn't need the likes of you."
Mattheo turned at the sound of Draco's voice, looking from him to you and back again.
Draco watched you walk away for a moment, his lips curling into a sneer. He wasn’t used to people ignoring him.
He quickened his pace, catching up to you easily thanks to his long strides. He grabbed your arm, forcing you to stop.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded, his grip tight on your wrist.
She looks up at him "I'm not sure what you want me to say, Draco."
Draco smirked, his gaze still cold and calculating. “Oh, I don’t want anything from you,” he said, taking another step closer so that there was barely a foot between them. “I just wanted to remind you of your place. You’re nothing here. Just a nuisance.”
she looks at him I-I'm sorry.. I didn't mean-
Draco's lip curled in a sneer as he stepped even closer, his voice dripping with contempt. "Oh, you didn't mean to? You think that makes it better? You're just a nuisance. A waste of space."
she looks up w-what do you want?
Draco smirked, enjoying the tremble in your voice. “Oh, I just wanted to remind you of something important,” he said mockingly. He leaned against the wall beside him and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You don’t matter here.” He gestured around the hallway as if emphasizing his point with a grand gesture. “You’re just a nobody.”
looks at him what do you mean?
Draco sneered, his lip curling in disgust. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? You’re just a means to an end for Potter. He doesn’t really care about you, not like he cares about his friends. You’re just a distraction, something to keep him occupied.”
snaps fingers Hey! Malfoy! how's it going?
Draco turns around, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Oh look who it is.” He says lazily “If it isn’t the golden boy’s little sister.”
He takes a step closer to you, his eyes raking over your figure in an almost disdainful manner.
“What do you want?”
cries why are u saying such mean things to me?
Draco’s gaze softened for a moment as he saw your tears. He hesitated, his tough exterior faltering just slightly before hardening again. “Why are you crying?” he snapped, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “It’s not like anything I said was a lie.”
she looks at him what do you want now..?
Draco smirked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of cruelty. “Oh, don’t look so surprised to see me.” He took another step closer, closing the distance between you. “I just wanted to remind you of your place…and make sure you haven’t forgotten who’s really in charge here.”
Draco sneered, seeing your smile fade. He took another step closer, invading your personal space as he leaned in close.
“What’s wrong?” he taunted softly. “You’re not used to being ignored, are you? Don’t tell me I’ve hurt your feelings.”