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Small Defects

laughs.

Oh, how I hated. Demos

like, in accordance, with joy ... happiness of pathetic. Lately

out quite often from the mouth of dirty blood. Not always know if there had been or had something to do which had focused their attention on it. Preferred not to dwell on it.

- O Come on, Ron! El profesor Snape no es tan malo…

Más burlas hacia su mentor y profesor favorito, la única persona cuerda en ese maldito colegio de sangres sucias. Having to deal with people who did not appreciate this was demeaning.

The unpleasant voice that made itself heard Weasel from the Slytherin table without problem.

- We dropped points laugh, Hermione! And I do not go saying that it was great the Amortentia .

The girl looked at him wanting to scold, but noticed the efforts being made not to laugh.

"He had grace, Ronald.

- What! Did not you see how to flirt with Malfoy? "Excellent, Mr. Malfoy," Ron said .- imitating the silky voice of his potions professor .- "I have never seen such perfection. The texture, taste, tone, ... Just wonderful. And could do those useless as well as you. " For Merlin, needed very little to make him an invitation for a night visit to his office!

Ron Harry and Hermione burst out laughing and could not suppress a small smile.

"idiots, laugh while you can, 'thought Draco squeezing both teeth began to ache. Who are these idiots thought they were to make fun of it that way? Envy, that's what they had. He elaborated potions before and better than them and, of course, Professor Snape praised him for it. Besides pathetic, sore losers.

"Draco, then start the second hour of potions .- Pansy told right.

But he pays no attention to him, was too busy watching the Gryffindor table livid with rage. If looks could kill, Weasley would already be eaten by worms. But since there was a basilisk, would have to endure.

noticed blood was dirty, had not joined in the mockery. Maybe they thought so special that he believed it was not worth never mind him. "Egocentric". Before

the insistent claims of his companion, had no get up and go in a bad mood to the dungeons.

laughs.

dirty blood was not laughing as his two stupid friends. The sound of his voice was clear and clean, without a hint of malice. He shook his head. "It will be up muggles" he thought as he frowned when he realized that strange things he went through his head. He must be going crazy.

Just paying attention to the class, letting his partner Pansy, almost as good as him in potions, do all the work. I was thinking how I could get revenge on those three. Potter and Weasley, by idiots who thought they were funny, and Granger for being an insufferable and smug dirty blood.

He did not do anything.

heard a giggle at his side and turned his head to see what was happening. Nott complicit glances at his companion Blaise, who looked very fun for some unknown reason. Was holding a handful of sprouts, something that surprised Luparia Draco, because in this potion is not needed, and went stealthily approaching the cauldron of Weasley and Granger, who were arguing over what would surely be foolish and gave back the brass container.

Mudblood

When he turned to his bucket to continue with the potion, is bubbling with violence and was of a muddy color-indeed, it seemed mud. Astonished, he threw the next ingredient, belladonna root.

Immediately, Draco understood the joke with a grin.

The boiler exploded, spilling in their wake a viscous liquid and smelly on the ground and caught by a girl.

Students in adjacent pots hit a jump, but recovered from the initial shock was added to the general laughter that had exploded.

- What happened here? - Snape asked, walking towards them, watching the disaster .- Repair! - Exclaimed, pointing to what remained of the brass pot. It regained its original shape instantly.

led Professor his gaze to the picture - "Truly pathetic" - Granger opening and closing his mouth soundlessly.

"Well, well, what have we here? Fifty points from Gryffindor Snape said .- savoring every word of it .- Miss Granger, must comply with a punishment after the class. Must pick up all the mess it has caused by not properly read my instructions.

The girl looked at him with horror, seemed quite used to the punishment. "Pathetic Smarty that does not violate even the most stupid rule. "

"Professor, my fault, I should have cut the roots or evil would take a plant that was not .- Ron said quickly rising in defense of his friend .- You can not punish Hermione, she has followed your instructions exactly.

Draco thought he should go very carefully, because the repressed hero complex seemed to be expanding.

"The truth always comes to light. With his incompetence in the sacred art of potions does not surprise me at all that has caused size disaster. Granger will replace cleaning, and hope to see the gleaming floor.

"The strange thing would be that he was" looking with disgust Draco thought the floor was full of dirt.

- are you saying, Ron! - Heard whispered Granger Weasley .- No, teacher, the cauldron exploded after I added the last ingredient, so I I was solely responsible for this. Do not punish rum, I'm to blame for this accident .- Granger's voice bordered on appeal. Draco hizo una mueca de asco.

-¡No, fui yo!- protestó Ron.

-Qué imagen tan enternecedora.- comentó Snape con desdén- Ya que ambos parecen culpables y lo admiten, compartirán el castigo. Y ahora…

No hubo nada en el resto de la clase que fuera digno de atención. Draco observó molesto como Hermione sonreía a Ron agradecida, y éste le guiñaba el ojo. Verdaderamente, se esperaba la estupidez de auto-incriminarse por parte de Weasley, pero ¿Granger? Al parecer era más estúpida de lo seemed. Why was she saying that if Weasley had spent like an idiot to carry the dead? Meaningless. "Gryffindors" he thought sarcastically.

After the class, went along with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle into a nook of the dungeons, where they would spend their free time harassing the first. A Pansy liked almost as much as he "abused" their privileges as prefects.

"Thank you, Ron. You were kind enough to say ...

"It was nothing, Hermione. The

voices of the children attracted the attention of Slytherin, leaving a child of a second - incredibly annoying, of course, take the opportunity and ran out of there.

- "Thanks, Ron" Pansy repeated .- .- By a shrill voice Morgana, can be more ridiculous than her?

Draco smiled. Pansy, being of the same class, could see no problem with an inferior and act accordingly.

"But seriously, you did not know why ...

- Leave to repeat! What are friends for?

Pansy snorted with derision and Crabbe and Goyle's suit. Draco looked at askance. "What are friends for?" Draco repeated mentally. That simple question had left him baffled, would they have come to his defense Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle? Had they stood up to a teacher if he had been unfairly punished? "No," he thought bitterly as he watched as his fellow mocked Weasley's words, "would not have done."

But did he would have done the same thing if it was Pansy Weasley's injured? I doubt it.

Weasley had said that it was just for friends to help each other. What does this mean? Does not he have friends? Draco shook his head violently to the disbelief of the audience. That was impossible. Why he, who was superior in all aspects of Granger, had no something as insignificant as were the friends?

remembered the child of a second before. Had taunted the boy, and he answered very arrogant people like him were left without friends. Damn kid! "But what if he is right?" The problem was he? Is it that it was a good friend? What had prevented him from having friends? Because there could be something that did not possess it, modesty aside, he was perfect.

looked at the dirty blood, flowing at the time of the dungeons laughing next to penniless. In the unlikely event, and remarked that Granger hypothetical if I had that something needed to be friends, what was it?

laughs. Laughter

clear and clean.

He was sick to understand what was going through her head.

envied a dirty blood.

was definitely going crazy.