I'm the product of my own insanity, but who are you to judge?
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I'm the product of my own insanity, but who are you to judge?
It was sixth year. A year closer to being a Death Eater. And everyone knew Rebecca wanted to be one. But that wasn't the only thing Rebecca wanted. And she would fight to get her way if she had to knock out the opposing members to get it. She wanted to win the House Cup for Slytherin. So here she sat finishing off her homework and doing extra curricular activities.
She spotted the blonde boy and dropped her activities immediately. She followed Draco around like the rest of the Slytherins, but she wasn't quite as clingy as Pansy would be. "Hi Malfoy," she said grinning cheerfully at the blonde boy in front of her. She stood up and straightened up. He was a Malfoy after all.
She spotted the blonde boy and dropped her activities immediately. She followed Draco around like the rest of the Slytherins, but she wasn't quite as clingy as Pansy would be. "Hi Malfoy," she said grinning cheerfully at the blonde boy in front of her. She stood up and straightened up. He was a Malfoy after all.
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"Mulciber." Draco nodded, a slight smirk on his lips. He bathed in the girls admiration, loving the way she dotted on him and he couldn't help but out right grinning when the brunette stood and smoothed her uniform down. One thing he hated about the girl was her eagerness to become a Death Eater. He wanted to tell her all the pain he went through during the few days after he got his dark mark. He wanted to tell her, how being beaten until you can't see if you take one step out of line. He wanted to grab and shake the desire out of her, tell her it was a mistake and he wished he never agreed, but the boy knew he had to get his family's honor back and gain back the acceptance in the Dark Lords eyes, so the boy just smiled and rubbed at his left arm.
"Doing homework Mulciber." he sniggered, sitting down in the leather chair she had just occupied. "Who knew Rebecca Mulicber wanted good grades." he said.
"Doing homework Mulciber." he sniggered, sitting down in the leather chair she had just occupied. "Who knew Rebecca Mulicber wanted good grades." he said.
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Rebecca nearly blushed every time he said her name. She'd always had a bit of a crush on him. She caught his grin and continued to grin. His grin was cute. She liked everything about him. Even the way he acted around everyone. She smirked slightly when she caught his words. Of course she'd never really been one for homework, but she was rather smart. She just liked to let Draco bathe in being the only one with a brain in Slytherin. She didn't act dumb though. She just didn't put much effort into her schooling.
"Well you know Malfoy. If we want to win the House Cup we have to up our game. And I think Snape would appreciate if I put more effort into my schooling. He's been on my case about grades recently," she replied moving so he could sit down in the seat she'd gotten up from when she saw him. She leaned against the chair only slightly as she faced him. Her leg hitting his just a tiny bit.
"Well you know Malfoy. If we want to win the House Cup we have to up our game. And I think Snape would appreciate if I put more effort into my schooling. He's been on my case about grades recently," she replied moving so he could sit down in the seat she'd gotten up from when she saw him. She leaned against the chair only slightly as she faced him. Her leg hitting his just a tiny bit.
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"Well that's a way to look at things, but I don't think or NEWTS will have anything to do with winning Qudditch Mulciber." Crossing his ankles Draco smirked lightly at the girl. "As for Snape, don't worry about him, he may be our God Father but hes just all talk." From the small age of six Draco always knew how to read his Uncle and knew that no matter how bad he was at his Uncle's he wouldn't fail, and now with Dumbledores life in his palms there was no way Snape was going to draw any attention to him.
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"Honestly Malfoy. You really aren't thinking this through are you. The House Cup I'm talking about has nothing to do with our Quidditch team. It has to do with who collects the most points by the end of the school year," she replied smirking at him. It was probably one of the first times she spoke out of turn to him that way, but she didn't care. Even if she did like him. She heard him speak about Snape and smirked. "I'm more worried about what he's going to say to my father," she said trying to hide the thoughts of school and the muggle-born from surfacing.
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