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@imprvdente asked: “What do I have to say to make you understand? Harry is just a friend!” from Fish, for Draco

     HE SCOFFED, ROLLING HIS EYES at the outburst. That’s what she thought. Potter on the other hand… Potter was always up to something. He had probably figured out that Fish and Draco had become friends, and wanted to do something to break it up. Potter always needed to be the center of attention.

     “You might think so,” he started, already knowing where this line of arguing was going to end up. “But Potter is cooking up something, I just know it. You don’t know him like I do.” Draco was absolutely convinced that Harry Potter enjoyed the limelight so much, he tried to get it in any way possible. Positive or negative attention, it didn’t matter, as long as the attention was on him. If only Draco could see the irony in that thought…

     “Once you get to know him a little more, you’ll see it too. It doesn’t matter to Potter what kind of attention he gets, as long as he gets attention. Did he tell you he flew to school in a flying car in our second year? Crashed into the Whomping Willow and everything.” How was he going to make her see reason?!

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@imprvdente

     HE HAD HOPED THAT IT would be the Durmstrang students that might stay in the Slytherin dorms, but to his disappointment, it turned out that it would be the Beauxbatons. Victor Krum and his fellow schoolmates seemed to be moving into Ravenclaw tower for the time they would spend at Hogwarts. And instead, they got a blue-haired girl.

     He was seated on the couch in the common room, watching the students from Beauxbatons file in, followed by their enormous headmistress. She was at least the size of that oaf that taught Care of Magical Creatures. Had to have giant’s blood in her.

     The new students were going to be divided between the dormitories of the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years. Girls with the girls. Boys with the boys. Which he was glad about, cause it meant that the weirdo with the blue hair was DEFINITELY not going to stay in his dorm.

     He watched as they all marched through the common room and up the stairs to the dorms, he assumed to get familiarized with the place they would be staying for the foreseeable future. This was going to be quite interesting. He knew quite a bit about Durmstrang, but next to nothing about Beauxbatons.

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@inabcck

     IT WASN’T LIKE HE HAD MUCH of a choice. Most people, when they saw the Malfoy name, immediately turned him away. And could he really blame them? It did make it a lot harder to find a job. So, in the end, he had sucked up his pride and had sent McGonagall an owl asking whether she was looking for a Potions or Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. And to his surprise, she had responded that she was, in fact, looking for a new Potion master, after Slughorn had left Hogwarts. Again.

     What he had not realized, was that HERMIONE GRANGER of all people apparently also was a professor. And the fact that he had not realized this until he had walked out of his assigned chambers and almost STRAIGHT into her on the very first day of the school year, did NOT make this realization any easier.

     “Granger?” He narrowed his eyes a little. Was it really her, or was he imagining things? “What are you doing here? Do you TEACH?”

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@pcraspcra

     HE HAD SPOKEN TO HIS therapist at length about trying to make up for the things he had done in his last years at Hogwarts. And despite being counseled to hold off apologizing to any of his victims just yet, Draco had insisted that he felt good about it. So together, they had written a small apology letter that he could perhaps read out.

     Of course, he had rehearsed the whole conversation multiple times, but that did not mean that he wasn’t fumbling with the paper holding his apology as he waited for her to open the door. He had used some of the remnants of his father’s connections to learn where she lived, and despite doubts making him change his mind on MULTIPLE occasions, in the end, he had gone to her place anyway.

     “Hi, Granger…” He muttered to himself, as he waited. “No, that’s stupid. Hello Hermione…” Would she want me to call her by her-...” He was cut off by the door opening. “Granger, oh… hello.” SMOOTH… Very smooth…

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@tempestgxdsx

     It had been absolute chaos at the start of the year. Obviously, there had never before been an 8th year at Hogwarts, and the common rooms were not built to hold the extra people. Every year had its own sleeping quarters. Every year, except Draco’s. So one of the towers that did not currently hold students for one of the four Houses had been remodeled over the Summer to house all the 8th-year students, seeing as there were so few of them that had returned.

     He had not yet thought about what exactly that was going to mean. Not until he stepped into the new common room and saw her sitting in one of the comfy armchairs. Draco froze in place and for a moment, he just wanted to turn and run. He was not ready to face any of those three in any sort of a situation, and definitely not in the common room. They would have to share it all year long and he was not prepared for it.

     And then, it was too late to run. Granger had turned and seen him. So instead, he straightened up a little more and attempted to pull his face into a more neutral expression. “Granger,” he muttered with a small nod of his head. How was he supposed to react to her presence?

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@euphury​

     There weren’t often transfer students. As a matter of fact, Draco had ever seen a transfer student. And he’d never heard his father talk about one either. Though that didn’t say much, his father didn’t talk about his time at Hogwarts much. But apparently, this year, they were going to get one. He knew nothing about her save that she had been sorted into Slytherin, and that was enough. She was basically a novelty item, and Draco wanted in.

     So when she walked into the Slytherin common room, he made sure to be the first to introduce himself. “You must be the new girl,” he drawled, holding out her hand to her. “I’m Draco Malfoy, I believe we’re in the same year.” He motioned to the common room behind him. “This here is where you’ll probably be spending most of your time. The best part honestly, is that there’s no Gryffindors in here.”

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@rcsegilded​

     Arching an eyebrow, Draco glanced up when Pansy fell down on the couch across from him, another - vaguely familiar - brunette sitting down next to her. His eyebrow rose a little higher when Pansy stared at him for a moment, closing the book he was reading. “What?” Pansy was his best friend, but she was also a girl, and that made her just a little strange sometimes. Pansy shrugged in reply, and with a roll of his eyes, he turned his attention to the brunette beside her.

     “Margy, right?” He was pretty sure he had her name wrong, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember what it actually was, though pretty sure it sounded something like ‘Margy’. He was also pretty sure that she was in his year, but he’d never exchanged more than a “hello” and “good morning” with her, usually staying a little more within his own group of friends. Granted, that group of friends consisted of basically all the guys in his year, and Pansy. Pansy was the outlier, and she seemed to enjoy that status.

     “I think I sat next to you in Transfigurations one time. I think that old hag McGonagall nearly got a heart attack when she saw you transform that teacup into a rat on your first try.” He smirked, leaning back into the pillows. “I’m sure she would’ve loved for one of her own little Gryffindors to be her star-student.”

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@squibbed​

     How he had managed to get himself into detention was probably going to be a discussion for the ages. Apparently, it was frowned upon to hex your classmates, even when they really did deserve it. So McGonagall, the old hag, had decided that his detention would consist of writing lines. He would have preferred to clean cauldrons in the dungeons, but she had apparently figured that out.

     When he’d entered the classroom, there was nobody else there, which was probably for the better. He preferred detention without onlookers. So when the door opened and someone else came in, he groaned, muttered “Merlin’s beard” under his breath, and rolled his eyes, all before he had even noticed it was someone from his own House. He knew who it was, hell /everyone/ in Slytherin probably knew who the guy was. He’d made sure of that. And with all the side-hustles the guy had going on, almost everyone had had an encounter at one point or another. But to say he could remember his /name/…

     “So what are you here for?”