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Who: Draco and any Slytherins in the Common Room
When: 10 Jan 1998
Where: Slytherin
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete
Draco hated this feeling. Everything around him was completely and utterly out of control, even as it seemed like some things in his own psyche were coming to some sort of clarity.
In order for Ginevra's plans to work...he was going to start being the Draco he had been up until a few months ago. That Draco would have informed those who needed to know what was happening, and they would go do it. Of course, with Crabbe and Goyle ignoring him still, most of his 'muscle' in enforcing such things was gone. But, 'cunning' didn't require muscle.
He was stilling in the common room...idly, but not at all. He was talking to a younger Slytherin, starting there with his 'reminders' of how badly Slytherin was squandering its best opportunity in the history of Hogwarts to command the school. He knew that his fellow seventh years would bite on that bait. To a one, they were all disgustingly fascinated with the politics of power, how to get it and how to keep it.
"It's disgusting," he was saying, "how that these damned Hufflepuffs think that they can talk to anyone however they like. Mudblood-harbouring bastards."
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