Song (for Draco POV): I Dont Give A... by MISSIO feat. Zeale

T/W: name-calling, fat-shaming, swearing(more so than usual) **I would like to reiterate that his thoughts, words and actions do NOT represent our own. We tried to write Draco in the way he is typically perceived in both the books and movies.

"Mr. Malfoy! There you are! You're about five minutes late."

Umbridge's annoying voice shrills as I step foot in her dreadful office.

I cringe as I take in all the photographs and portraits of kittens lining the walls. Everything is bloody pink; it's awful.

I'd rather be in the Hufflepuff common room, and that's saying something.

"Sorry," I say flatly. I can't stand this bitch, but, if I want to be able to take away points from other houses—specifically Gryffindor—then I don't have any other option than to put up with her annoying voice and creepy smile.

She stands up from her small desk, smiling as she ushers me to take a seat. Once I do, I lean back so I'm as far away from her as I can get. Whatever perfume she sprays on herself makes me want to hurl myself out of one of her office's small windows.

"I asked you here because I know you're one of Hogwarts' top students. As a top student, prefect, and a part of my personal rule officiant group, I want to elect you as leader of the Inquisitorial Squad."

Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, and I have the urge to cover my ears. I don't, but I do find my hands twitching at my sides. I have to fidget with the ring on my hand to stop them, something I find myself doing more and more recently.

"Thank you, Professor," I say; my tone flat, once again. I knew she would make me head of the squad. Like who else would she? Bitchy Pansy? Idiot Goyle? Fat-ass Crabbe? Filch the Squib? Yeah, I don't think so.

"Being head of the Inquisitorial Squad, I would like you to spectate the halls to make sure students are abiding to the rules, and not going out past curfew, and you are to direct every other squad member on where to be patrolling," she says in her sickly sweet voice.

She's giving me the fakest smile I think I've ever seen. I give her a hesitant one back; well, it's more of a grimace than a smile. I don't think I could ever look at her and actually smile.

"Certainly, Professor," I say, standing up from the chair.

Before I'm able to take a couple steps and get out of this pink hell hole, she opens up one of her desk drawers and grabs out a small glass bowl full of pink and white peppermints. She holds it out towards me, and I grab a couple and shove them deep into my pockets, muttering a "thanks," before making my way towards the door.

"You're very welcome. Keep an eye on the students for me!" she says as she gives me another fake smile before popping a mint into her fat mouth.

I grit my teeth in annoyance as I make my way out of her office and back into the hall. Tugging at my shirt collar, I loosen the tie around my neck; that office is so stuffy, and I feel as though I had been suffocated moments ago.

As I begin walking the halls towards the Slytherin commons, I glance over to see a couple younger year Ravenclaw girls giggle upon seeing me; they're most likely going to shove their noses into some books at the library.

Boffins.

I look at them with narrowed eyes before sneering, "what are you two looking at?"

They give me wide-eyed stares before rushing off further down the hall. I snicker at how scared they looked; it feels good to have people in the school fear me. My father has always said in order to have power, some fear must be instilled; that's how the Dark Lord obtained so many followers—like my family for instance. 

I shiver at the thought. As much as I've been around everything with the Dark Lord and Deatheater business, I've always hated much of it. Mother always had me stay put in my room whenever they had their meetings at our home; which takes place at least once a month. It's been a lot more recently, though. She tries to keep me out of it as much as she can; whereas Father tries to include me with almost everything he can.

It's quite taxing to say the least.

I finally make it to the dungeons, making my grand entrance into the common room. I see Pansy standing behind my leather sofa while Crabbe, Goyle, and Millicent are all sitting on the seats across from it. I grimace at Bulstrode who is shoving Chocolate Frogs into her thick face; it's absolutely disgusting.

"Hey Malfoy!" Crabbe says with a grin: sitting up more in his seat.

I shoot him a scowl before plopping down on the sofa, hating his enthusiasm. The fat lard is a bit too happy for my liking at times; which I think is why I hate most of the Hufflepuffs.

Though, I don't find myself hating Tonks; she's just annoying sometimes. Like today when she shoved my arm towards the bloody flesh-eating plant, causing me to fall back in my chair. She embarrassed me in front of the whole class, and I hate it.

I clench my fists at the thought, earning a shoulder rub from Pansy.

"Woah there, Dracy. You're so tense."

I let her rub out a knot in my right shoulder before slapping her hands away. She frowns before walking around and taking a seat beside me. I shift down aways from her before averting my attention to the big oafs in front of me.

"Umbridge made me leader of the Squad, so all of you have to take orders from me now," I say, my voice steady; I mean, it's not like I wasn't ordering them around prior.

They all nod along except for Pansy who decides to open up her big mouth.

"What about Filch?" Her question annoys me, and I let out a scoff, not even caring to look at her as she continues. "Shouldn't he be in charge since he's older?" 

"The Squib??" I turn towards her finally, giving her a look of distaste. "Why on earth would she make that useless thing the leader? Are you really that daft?"

She bites her lip, and I can tell she's holding back tears.

Unfortunately for her, I don't really care about her feelings. It's not like she actually cares about mine either. The only things she seems to care about are my blood status and wealth. I mean, her Pureblood status is what had made me interested in her in the first place.

There's a peaceful silence, and I find myself basking in it as I slide further back into the sofa, crossing my stretched out legs at the ankles whilst placing my hands behind my head.

Unfortunately, the peace doesn't last long as Goyle says, "Malfoy." I glance over at him with a scowl. "How's the Potions project been going with that Hufflepuff girl?"

"You mean Tonks?" I reply flatly. This must pique Pansy's interest as she decides to, once again, open up her big mouth.

"Ugh...that Half-blood ditz? I'm sure you'd be finished by now with it if you were with me." I drag my eyes from Goyle to Pansy with a glare. Sitting up from my relaxed position, I lean closer to her. She smirks at the action while crossing her arms.

I smirk back, letting her think she's right for just a moment.

"I would much rather work with a ditz than a bitch like you." Her face drops significantly at my statement, and I nod to myself with a satisfied grin.

I look back over towards Goyle, who is bearing a confused look.

"To answer your question, Goyle, it's none of your business. So don't ask me again." Crabbe lets out a snort at that, and I narrow my gaze at him which causes him to cover it with a cough.

I crack my neck before looking up at the large clock above the fireplace.

"Alright, let's get up and get going. I'd like to finally catch Potter and his measly friends for once. I just know they're up to something, and I'm going to find out," I say standing up from my seat: stretching out a bit before walking out. I hear them all trail behind me—as they should. Their steps are loud and clanky whereas mine are swift and purposeful.

Once we reach the first floor, I turn towards them. I catch a glimpse of Bulstrode who is eating another Chocolate Frog.

Giving her a disgusted look, I say, "Can't your fat-arse stop eating for once?" She shrinks back before shoving the remainder of the chocolate in her pockets. I watch as she grossly wipes the remnants off her thin, crusty lips; she looks as though she's about to cry.

Pathetic. 

"Alright, I want you—" I point at Crabbe, "—to monitor the second and third floors. Goyle," I look at him, "—take the fourth and fifth levels. Pansy—" I look over at her, her face is expressionless as I say, "you can take first level here. And you—" I say at the big girl, "—dungeon and elsewhere. I don't think you could handle climbing up any more stairs." Her face drops even more, but I turn around and head towards the stairwell, not caring one bit.

I make my way up to the sixth and seventh levels before any of them can say anything. I couldn't care less of what any of them have to say. I just want to finally get Potter in trouble; he seems to always get away with every single bloody thing. And to top it off, dim-witted Dumbledore seems to worship the ground he walks on—it's revolting.

I finally make it up to the sixth floor, deciding it's better to start here and make my way up. I see some students lingering in the halls since they still have about little over an hour before curfew. They all spot me, and I raise my eyebrows at them, tapping on my Inquisitorial badge. A few of them roll their eyes before going back to what they're doing while some of the others briskly walk away.

I find myself extremely bored, and only about ten minutes has passed; I thought this would've been a lot more enjoyable. I really hope I run into Potter or someone from his little fan group: like that stupid Weasley girl. I snort at the thought, now taking large strides towards a corridor leading to the stairwell to the seventh floor.

Once I get a few steps, I hear the chattering of a group of girls; one voice sticks out in particular. I place myself in a discreet corner in between two pillars, knowing the dark shadows will disclose me from them.

"Oh, bugger! If we don't hustle we're going to be late!" I hear the Abbott girl say, recognizing her louder voice from the Hufflepuff party.

"Well, if you hadn't been so intrigued in the Herbology incident with Draco, we wouldn't be rushing right now," I hear Tonks say, my ears perking up at the sound of my name.

Of course she had talked to them about what happened in Herbology earlier.

I wonder if she told them about our little moment in the hallway afterwards?

Probably; all women love to gossip. It wouldn't surprise me if she did as well.

As I'm about to step out, I stop upon hearing Abbott say, "I am not to blame! If Anthony wouldn't have stopped us to ask you out to Hogsmeade this weekend, we would be on time."

Anthony? Who's that? Tonks has a date?

I shake the questions from my mind; why do I care?

They're almost near my hiding place, so I take the opportunity to step out from the shadows. None of them see me, so I speak up and ask, "why in such a rush?"

I watch as Tonk's body goes rigid at my voice while the other two finally spot me, looking at me with wide eyes. Scoffing, I walk closer to Tonks as she slowly turns around to face me.

Upon seeing her face I bite my lip as the memory of her kissing me swims in my mind. Bloody hell.

"Going off to study..." she begins saying, but I cut her off.

"Why all the way up here?"

Before she can answer, the Bones girl cuts in with, "—we really have to get going..." I glance over towards her with a scowl, hating her persistence. Her face goes red at my pointed gaze, and she shifts her eyes down towards the floor.

"You'll go when I say you can," I sneer out letting my gaze fall back onto Tonks. Her blue eyes are narrowed as she looks up at me. For some reason, I enjoy getting a rise out of her. "Tell me the truth."

"I already told you, Draco. Now, leave us alone." Her voice is calm with a venomous edge as she speaks. I take a few steps forwards so I'm right in front of her, towering over her small frame: a position I'm growing to like more and more.

"Do you make me out to be an idiot? If you were really studying, you would have your books with you." At this she has the audacity to smirk.

"Well, you did make yourself look like a big one in Herbology today." I look over to see both her stupid friends gasp in surprise; most likely because they think she's not a sarcastic little brat...even though she is.

I lean down so I'm closer to her face.

"I dare you to say that again." I purposely say it lower, hoping to get more of a rise out of her. Surprisingly, she only rolls her eyes.

"I don't have time for this. Go bother someone else," she says with finality before tugging on both Bones and Abbott's hands, making their way up the stairwell hastily.

I have an urge to follow them since I know she had been lying to me before, but I'm too infuriated at the fact that I just let her talk to me like that.

What the bloody hell is my problem?!

After a couple minutes of trying to calm myself down, I angrily make my way up the stairwell to the seventh floor, hoping to maybe catch them, but I'm too late. They're nowhere to be found. 

How can three girls just disappear like that?

I look over at the long wall, seeing a small broom closet. This is the only place that they could be hiding, unless they somehow had the cloak of invisibility. Taking a chance, I swing it open with a victorious grin.

The grin turns into a scowl upon seeing just a couple of dusty brooms and a random assortment of, what I assume to be, cleaning supplies.

"Dammit!" I yell out, slamming the door shut before storming back down the stairs to the sixth floor. I continue briskly walking down the corridors and stairwells, ignoring all the odd stares I'm receiving, before making it to the common room.

I'm done with monitoring the halls tonight; I'll let Filch and the others finish up.

Upon walking in, I see Pansy—who's supposed to be on the first floor—sitting with Daphne Greengrass at a table. They're most likely gossiping as that's what they normally do. Upon walking over, I give Pansy a dirty look.

"You're supposed to be monitoring the first floor," I say to her, my tone clipped. She simply purses her lips and shrugs as if she couldn't give a care.

She's fucking useless.

"Well, hello Malfoy. What brings us the pleasure of your presence?" I hear Daphne say with her typical sultry voice. I shift my gaze from Pansy to the greenish-blue-eyed, blonde-haired girl, with a flat look.

Then, a brilliant idea pops in my head.

A smirk grows on my lips as I look at Daphne.

"Do you have any plans for Saturday?" She quirks an eyebrow in thought, but before she can answer I cut in with, "—good. We're going to Hogsmeade together."

She gives me a seductive smile back.

"Are we?" She tilts her head while leaning on her propped up hand, causing her blonde curls to tumble over her features.

Daphne is known as one of the more beautiful girls throughout the school, but she's also been with half of the male population at Hogwarts. So, I've never really taken an interest in her before.

My smirk grows a bit at her question. I knew she would go with me; she's been vying for my attention for years now. I never was interested in her as she was always too easy for my liking.

I lean in closer to her, noticing her typical cherry-scented perfume; it almost makes me gag.

"Yes. We will head out around ten. Don't be late."

Just then, the screeching of a chair catches both of our attention. Looking over, I see Pansy has pushed her chair back and is out of her seat. She then shoves her shoulder into mine—which she thinks will hurt me, but it doesn't—before walking over towards Zabini, who is perched in a black, leather chair. His dark eyes glance up from his book as he watches Pansy sashay her way over.

I roll my eyes at the scene, knowing that Pansy is going to use Zabini to get me jealous. It wouldn't be the first time she's done it.

I'm not sure when she's going to get it through her thick skull that I don't give a shit about her. She could snog any guy in this school, and I would be, honestly, relieved as she'd finally be off my back.

"Blaise...want to go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday?"

I let out a snort, before giving Daphne a subtle nod as I begin heading up to my room. She simply smiles with a wave before bringing her attention back towards Pansy and Zabini.

I catch Zabini agreeing to Pansy's question before making it into my room. I slam the door shut behind me with a forceful shove. I look out of my window, the only view being the dark waters of the Black Lake. It's a view I've grown to dislike more and more over the years.

With a huff, I sit down at my desk and begin doing my Potions homework; the only homework I actually enjoy doing, and quite frankly, the only homework worth my time.

As I work on it, I can't help but to let my mind wander to the bloody annoying Hufflepuff that's been clouding my thoughts for the past few weeks.

Surprisingly, I don't hate it as much as I did before.

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