Draco Needs a New Love Interest
“PoTTTAAAAAHHHHH!” My throat went dry at the thought of what I was about to do, There were no words in the bloody English language to adequately describe my anger. Why couldn’t he have died when he had then chance? I stormed through the library where he and those other two stooges huddled around a book. I could sense the old hag of a librarian shushing me from the other side of the room. I ran my fingers through my unusually brassy blonde hair. In all the turmoil I forgot to ask my father for more purple shampoo. As I approached the losers I began to try to belittle them, “Potter you bastard I-“
“Jesus Christ, even during all of this you STILL haven’t changed. I’m busy, actually, how about another time.”
“What do you mean after all of this?” I slammed my hands on the table, “What did you do?”
“What did WE do?” The orange one stood up, “WHAT DID ‘WE’ DO? GO F-“
“Ron calm down, you’re such a child.” the ugly mug blood girl said,
“That sicko’s curse doesn’t seem to be working on you so who else could it possibly be?” Hm. They seemed confused that I was pinning this on them. Even more alarming, everything about them seemed genuine. Out of everyone, of course they’d be spared. Everything just HAS to be about them. They’ve got main character syndrome so severe it could only be found in some muggle book.
“How come y/n’s magic doesn’t work on you?”
“Well, that’s because it’s not actually magic” the fugly bitch glared at me.
“Then what. Is. It.”