august 1993 — june 1994
Something in me had told me I had gone too far, but the blood pumping in my veins and my hard, fast, anger told me it was warranted. Malfoy's eyes were icy now, frostier than I'd ever seen them.
"At least my mother is still alive."
Okay, so maybe Ron was becoming a bad influence. Maybe I simply lost control, because suddenly I was seeing red and gripping Malfoy by the collar and socking him square in the jaw.
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Fanfiction"𝙏𝙤 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚." - A Study in Scarlet YEARS 1-3 "He's just an interesting character. We'd never be friends, but he can be rather funny, and he's..." I glanced at Hermione's befuddled expression and t...
