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"So, what're you up to tonight?" "Get bent!" Draco stopped leaning against the wall, and glared after the girl. He couldn't believe it - he had the looks, the hair, the wit, the money - why were the girls all so impervious to his charm? Oh, well. A Slytherin holds his head high in defeat. He turned around, and stalked back to the common room, glaring at everyone he met. Someone familiar turned the corner. Draco smirked. A Slytherin also makes sure that other people have a hard time out of it. "Well, well, if it isn't Potty and the Weasel!" Ron scowled at him, while Harry, to Draco's secret delight, started to blush slightly. "What do y

"There's nothing else I can do. She needs food to give her enough strength to pull through, but these bastards won't even toss us a dry bone!" "It's okay, Ian. You've done more than enough already. At least... at least she isn't in pain anymore..." The grieving mother's voice trailed off as she dissolved into tears, huddling into her husband's chest as her grief finally got the better of her. Ian was left stood there, watching helplessly as the husband tried to comfort the distressed animal, but he could see the grief in his eyes. All around him, there was nothing but grief, hunger, and death. Turning away, he stooped low to get through th