Draco wants to make that cocky little girl pay for what she did.
The day after that fight the two of them don't even speak to each other, and as soon as he meets her in the corridors he just gives her a shove and keeps walking.
But in the evil blond's mind there is a precise idea that he just has to execute as best he can: steal her fucking dagger and make it disappear.
He knows how much she cares, but now she has to stop walking around with that humiliating object.
But how can he get hold of it if she always has it with her? Draco will try to do it at night, while she sleeps.
He will also have to be careful with her roommates: but he has must try.
And that is what he does, not hesitant and happy to get his revenge. With the help of a few spells, he walks silently through the girls' dormitory and tries to keep as quiet as possible.
If anyone hears him, there will be trouble. Besides, if she were to wake up she would certainly not spare herself to throw him out of the window.
The door to Esme and her roommates' room opens silently and he steps inside at a leisurely pace, taking care not to make the slightest noise.
He almost seems to be holding his breath for fear of being discovered by someone and notices with a keen eye that damned dagger resting on the snake's bedside table.
Draco levitates the dagger just enough to pick it up with his outstretched arm and immediately vanishes from the room.
Piece of cake! It was like stealing candy from a baby.
Now that little girl can do nothing but cry after a lost precious object and seeing her sad will surely give him no small amount of pleasure.

«DRACO MALFOY!» shouts Esme as she comes out of her room still in her emerald green satin dressing gown.
«COME IMMEDIATELY HERE!» she thunders as she speeds towards the boys' dormitory, startling everyone and waking those still sleeping.
The wand is clutched in her hands and she is blind with rage. She looks like a war machine and walks nervous.
That boy stole her dagger and she knows for sure that it is his fault.
What makes her so sure? She simply sensed it as soon as she placed her hand on the bedside table to look for her beloved precious blade.

«Esme, my darling, how do you know there is a teddy bear inside?» asked her mother to her daughter when she was only five years old, the woman noticed that when she picked up an envelope or a parcel of some wrapped gift she could tell what was inside.«Mommy, you can see!» the little black-eyed, brown-haired girl giggled, happy to know that she was getting a beautiful teddy bear for Christmas.

It is a secret characteristic of his: he can perceive certain events simply by touching objects or people for a few seconds.
She starts wandering around the boys' dormitory with her long, soft hair falling to her shoulders and those skinny legs moving fast in search of that damn Malfoy.
«What the hell are you shouting about, Smith?» the boy asked, yawning and walking out of his room, rubbing his hair with one hand and looking at her playing dumb.
That soft grey jumpsuit and mussed hair would have attracted the enchanted eyes of any other girl, but Esme just wants to kill him and they don't distract her at all.
«Don't you dare tell me you know nothing about this! Give me my dagger!» she exclaims loudly, pointing her wand at him threateningly.
«I don't know what you are talking about and above all I have already told you not to allow yourself to talk to me like that» he says in a stern voice, with her wand in his chest.
He is stunned by that conviction and doesn't understand how it is possible that she knows what happened but continues to pretend nothing happened.
«Give. Me. The. Dagger.» she murmurs through clenched teeth fulminating him with her gaze, punctuating every single word in a completely serious voice.
«Be gone, blood traitor» Draco replies, approaching her with his face and flashing her a nervous, disgusted grin.
She utters a formula in an ancient language, definitely not known to Hogwarts students, which slams him against the wall abruptly.
He looks at her in total confusion.
«What the fuck was that?» he moans, stroking his aching head and wondering where that strange spell had come from, as she ignores him and makes her way into his room furious.
Her roommates look at her interdicted and search Draco's eyes for answers, but he just sighs silently and shakes his head unable to say anything at the moment.

«Let someone give me an answer about this horrible commotion» Snape's voice is heard echoing in the boys' dormitory, angry as ever.
Someone immediately called him over the mess that had been created over the Slytherin dorms.
He enters Malfoy's room at a stern pace, which is where all gazes are focusing, and calls out loudly to the girl.
«What are you doing in the boys' dormitory at this hour?» he thunders angrily but keeping a composed demeanour.
«Malfoy stole a family heirloom from me in the night» she replies fulminating him with her gaze, only wanting to throttle him.
«You have no proof!» Draco exclaims but suddenly, rummaging through a drawer, Esme finds the dagger hidden among his clothes.
«What about this, Malfoy? Is that not my family's dagger by any chance?» she growls going at him and being stopped by Snape, who pulls her aside and scolds them in a voice so icy as to make anyone petrify: «I think all three of us should have a long discussion. Don't you think so? You are as insolent and loud as babies. Shame on you and come to my office immediately after breakfast.»
The girl walks a few steps away but still looking at the boy, who feels shit having been spotted by Severus Snape.

She did not eat breakfast, too nervous, feeling her stomach upset.
She dressed as usual in her uniform and after fixing her hair and light make-up, she walked towards the Potions professor's office.
She still can't believe what Draco Malfoy has done and she is one step away from casting a spell on him that would get him killed.
As she walks she hears some voices whispering and eyes watching her as they gossip about what happened that morning.

Near the study door she finds Draco about to open it and she snorts just seeing him: she would punch his face.
She slams the door shut with one foot before it can be closed and then enters, greeting the professor.
Too gripped with rage, she fails to be mortified and merely remains completely impassive in front of Snape's critical eyes.
«Sit down, you rude people» the professor says sternly, motioning them to take a seat in front of his desk and standing to make an even more fearsome impression and being well heard by the two.
«Two students who were showing themselves to be so capable have disfigured the house, causing as many as fifty points to be deducted. Not even first year students would do that. Does it seem normal to you, Malfoy, to sneak into the girls' dormitory at night and steal an item belonging to the young lady? And you, Smith, instead of coming to us professors, why did you do this in the middle of the morning?» his voice is flat but harsh, without giving them a look or raising his voice, in fact showing himself quite disgusted just at having them sitting there.
They do not allow themselves to answer or utter a single breath, embarrassed and still nervous, knowing that if they spoke they would start fighting again.
«I will end this reprimand by telling you that you are grounded for a full three weeks: every night you will be given a new task between cleaning the potions room, helping Hagrid with his chores and even helping in the kitchen» he says not wanting to receive a 'no' for an answer.
Although Draco restrains himself from snorting disgruntled.
A good three weeks doing dirty chores and with that conceited and brash Esme: a torture.
Snape signals with one hand to leave and the students get up and without saying anything they both leave the room with clenched fists.
«All your fault, if you hadn't come barging into my dorm» Draco Malfoy says furiously, despite the fact that he's the one who stole something from her.
«Me? Do you realise you stole my family dagger? I would never do something so petty» she replies to him altering herself and feeling her fingers close even harder into two fists in anger, feeling sharp nails sink into her skin.
«Stop being the perfect little girl you're not, Smith. Stop pretending you're always on the side of right. No one gave you the right to put a knife to my throat in front of everyone. You think you're better than me or others but you do even worse. It's not normal to threaten a person like that» he scolds her sternly, zapping her with that icy stare.
«Nobody gave you the right to speak bad of my family, Malfoy. Without knowing anything, without knowing anyone!» she exclaims, approaching his face menacingly «I never made free criticism, that's the difference between you and me.»
«Is there any justification for being with Muggles?» he asks arrogantly, hinting an exasperated laugh and still looking haughty and disgusted.
«Malfoy, what are you talking about? Justifications? My family doesn't have to justify anything, they're good people. Someone's life choices should not be judged without knowing anything about why they were made. And most importantly, even if I were a Muggle, it doesn't mean that I deserve to be treated like that by anyone» she says all in one breath, nervously, still remaining serious and in front of his impenetrable eyes «Don't do to others what you wouldn't want them to do to you, Malfoy.»
Draco's eyes are cold, impassive ice, while Esme's ones are pure fire.
«You're just a little girl who plays the heroine» he tells her with contempt, shaking his head and walking away with his hands in his pockets, tired of arguing with her again.
He will not change his mind, she is just a bully who has not understood that she must stay in her place.
Without saying anything to each other they leave, but unfortunately they will have to meet every day and collaborate in order to finish that damn detention.
These are going to be really long weeks.