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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

I'M BECOMING LESS DEFINED

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[/b] retending he didn't notice the nightclub was occupied by some rather unsavory patrons at the moment, Draco shoved his way to the bar. A mixed drink was ordered, sipped daintily in the way only a Pureblood with his pedigree can, and sat down briskly. It was simply a courtesy to order a beverage from the venue. He really didn't feel like getting too pissed tonight, though the students at Hogwarts would soon be trying his patience once more. Eyebrows knotting the man searched the crowd for a worthy dance partner. Somebody to liven up his night. Perhaps the entire night is she proved to be that type of woman. Of course Draco wasn't prone to one night stands, given his position in society, but the bachelor did enjoy an encounter with the opposite sex every now and then. What male didn't?[/font]


H[/b] e rolled back onto the balls of his feet. Today he was dressed in a very fashionable get up, which was also very expensive. He wore a gray undershirt beneath a green sweater, which had diamonds printed on it down the front in a sort of pattern, in brown and darker green. Over this he had a dark grey-green leather jacket, with brown leather patches over the shoulders. Most would have a heart attack if they knew how much the jacket had cost alone, but that was the cost of fashion and looking your best. Beneath that a pair of jeans that fit just right as well as black loafers completed the look. Oh yes, he was quite the dashing young bachelor tonight, and on the prowl. Oh dear.[/font]


G[/b] athering himself, he walked over to a young girl, about nineteen or twenty if his guess was right. She was lanky, blond, and had a dim look about her as though she were unsure of herself. Not as if she weren't all that intelligent of course, just as though she was a bit lost and didn't know what to do with herself. Just his type. Ordering up another drink, he strode over to her in a confident manner. "Excuse me, but you look bit lost," He said in a charming voice, offering up a sly smile, "Care for a drink and a bit of conversation?" He handed her the drink, and with a tap of her wand to inspect for any sort of taint, she smiled and took a sip. "So what's your name?" He purred, listening to her in what seemed to be an intent manner. Really he could give less of a fuck about what she had to say. Moving forward, he planted a quick kiss on her lips. Unfortunately, Draco was in for quite the nasty and unexpected surprise.[/font]
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[nightmare]

There’s a time to pray, and there’s a time to fight
Anything can be a weapon if you’re holding it right
Defend what is yours, they will not take our souls

Zan was rigid, back perfectly straight as if her barstool had a wooden back to it. She was at the bar counter, which shone in the light of the crystals that floated about near the ceiling of the club. Both her hands were clenched around her glass of wine, though she had barely taken a sip. Zan rarely liked to drink; the alcohol made her too drowsy and vulnerable. Behind her, music blared and she could hear the constant chatter of purebloods talking and laughing.

The woman sighed, rubbing her temple with one hand. There really wasn’t a good reason for her being here, but if she left, she would lose a customer. The owner of the nightclub was a pureblood, one of the ‘nicer’ ones, if you could say as much of a pureblood. Zan had come with one of her assistants to deliver a Mooncalf to him, something he had been searching for for years. Now that he had it, he was ecstatic, seeming to forget that Zan was an impurity. He had patted her on the back and steered her towards his club, shouting at the bartender that all drinks for her and her ‘lovely assistant’ were free. Zan was staying, mostly because her ‘lovely assistant’ had begged her to, claiming that it would be rude to leave.

At thought of her employee, Zan turned to glance around the club, but couldn’t see her. The woman, Sasha, was younger than Zan, about twenty years old. Sasha was a Muggleborn whose home had been burned. She didn’t know if any of her family had survived, and had been wandering around Knockturn Alley when Zan had found her. Feeling something similar to pity, Zan had given the girl a job at her pet store. Sasha wasn’t an idiot, and did what Zan instructed, though if she wasn’t monitored she would get bored and slack off. She had begged to be allowed to come to make this delivery, and had dressed up for it. And now she was lost.

“Problems, miss?” the bartender inquired of her, catching Zan’s worried glance over the rest of the bar. Zan turned back, asking, “Have yeh seen the girl I came in here with? About 5 an’ a half feet tall, thin, dressed in red?” The bartender shook his head, shrugging. “Sorry miss. I think she wandered off about half an hour ago, and I haven’t seen her since.” “Thank yeh,” Zan said in reply, then turned back to look over the club. Where is that blasted girl? she thought furiously. Damn, if she lost her here…well, there was no saying what these purebloods would do if they found out she was an impurity.

Zan pushed herself away from the bar, making her way through the crowd of people. Her loping gait, her suspicious eyes, and her ratty, plain clothing marked her as different, but she ignored most of the glares she received. All she cared about now was finding Sasha, and getting out. She was on edge, and one hand was in her jacket, where she had her wand hidden in an inside pocket. It felt comfortable in her hand, and she refused to let it go.

For a split second, between songs that were blasting from hidden speakers and the only sound was the conversation in the room, Zan heard a familiar laugh. Instantly she honed in on it, elbowing her way through the crowd. Finally she saw Sasha: she was talking and flirting with a tall blond man. As Zan watched, the man leaned down and captured Sasha’s lips in a kiss. Inflamed, Zan marched over, her wand in her hand. “Sasha!” she barked, noting the girl jump as she recognized her employer. “What are you doing with…” she began, glancing up at the man. She was about to say ‘a pureblood,’ but she recognized this pureblood. Her eyes narrowed, and her grip on her wand tightened. “Malfoy,” she said coldly, a faint smirk on her lips as she remembered their last encounter.

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

I'M BECOMING LESS DEFINED

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[/b] ust as he deepend the kiss, pressing his body against the girl's and gently swiping his tongue across her lips, he heard a rather disturbing sound. It was that Zan girl, the one who'd humiliated him. He was about to turn around and tell her to piss the fuck off before his wand came into the picture, when she exclaimed the name 'Sasha.' Draco narrowed his eyes. He didn't like this situation. Not one bit. "Who the bloody hell is-" He eyes widened when he realized Zan's attention was on the woman he had just been manhandling. "Oh dear god, no." he whispered, taking a step back and touching his lips with two fingers. Had he just ... kissed an Impurity? Fuck. He cursed mentally, blood rushing to his face in a mixture of anger and shame.[/font]


Y[/b] ou whore," He roared "I should have you thrown in Azkaban for such a trespass against the Purebloods! How dare you trick me in such a manner?!" The Pureblood was clearly outraged, and clearly scaring the girl. The party went on in the background, his voice muted by the blasting music, though one or two people seemed to have turned their attention the the party. Draco hoped to god that they hadn't seen what had just transpired between himself and that ... that filth. He felt bile rising in his throat, stinging his mouth and causing him to cringe. Great, now that bitch had dirt on him. And that made her more lethal than a Dementor to him.[/font]


H[/b] e hissed at her "What do you want, you little bitch?" Teeth gritted, "You'd best keep your employees on a leash next time you're out in public, lest they start ... disappearing." Rule one in Draco's handbook- if confronted with something dangerous, especially if it could ruin your reputation and get you in trouble, ignore it ever happened and begin bullying others by abusing your powers. It seemed like there was about to be a lot of that on Draco's part, considering what had just happened. He looked to Sasha, a dangerous glint in his eyes.[/font]
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[nightmare]

There’s a time to pray, and there’s a time to fight
Anything can be a weapon if you’re holding it right
Defend what is yours, they will not take our souls

Zan was literally shaking with anger, and her wand was held in a death grip so tight, she’d have a hard time unclenching her fingers. It was all right for him to try and mess with her; she could deal with him easily. She was tough, hard to break, a fighter. Sasha…well, she wasn’t. She honestly didn’t belong in a bloodsnob’s world; though she worked hard, she’d rather be out having fun and partying like a normal twenty year old. That was why she had insisted that Zan stay; this was really the first club she had been to. Well, at least one that wasn’t in the seediest areas of Knockturn Alley. If Malfoy had hurt her…or if Zan had been too late…

Zan wrapped a protective arm around Sasha, pulling her towards her. Sasha was shorter than her, and hid behind Zan, shaking slightly. As soon as Zan was assured that she was okay, she turned her attention back to Malfoy, planning exactly how she could kill him with so many witnesses around. She looked up and, to her bewilderment, Malfoy looked more horrified than Zan was. After a moment, she got it: he, the almighty and powerful Draco Malfoy, had kissed an impurity. A slow smile spread across Zan’s lips; there was no way she wouldn’t use this to her advantage. Oh, yes, she thought triumphantly.

When Malfoy started shouting, Zan glowered at him. “For your information, your Royal Assness,” she said between gritted teeth. “We were invited here. We are the owners special…” she took a step forward. “Esteemed…” another step. “Guests.” The last word was directly in Malfoy’s face, seeing as Zan was no more than a few inches away from him. Her angry eyes bored directly into his, and she said in a lower voice, “And if yeh shout at her again, we will have a repeat of what happened in my shop. Only this time, yeh won’t get away with only a bloody nose.”

Zan had dirt. Oh, did she have dirt! The infamous Draco Malfoy, kissing a Muggleborn. Nobody else really had an idea of what was going on; most probably assumed that Malfoy had tried to hit on a married woman, and was now trying to cover up for it. But the truth was so much sweeter. Oh, she would need to think of a good way to use this to her advantage.

Malfoy was being extra violent, but Zan knew he was trying to cover up his panic. And why wouldn’t he panic? One of his enemies had information on him that could completely ruin him. Zan took another step forward, forcing Malfoy to take a step back or be stepped on. “I wonder how the news would be spread th’ best?” she wondered aloud, a half smile, half smirk on her face. “The Daily Prophet…or maybe just word of mouth. Knockturn Alley, or spread it throughout Hogwarts? I hear yeh teach there, professor.” Though her mouth was grinning, her eyes were hard and merciless.

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

I'M BECOMING LESS DEFINED

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[/b] he man smirked, obviously delighting in her rage. Keep cool, Draco. It'll all blow over if you teach the little wretch a lesson. he thought to himself, attempting to push his rage and disgust to the back of his mind. When he was a child, Draco had always been the one to throw a temper tantrum. The Pureblood would lose his head and his cool, until he got what he wanted. Draco was a master in the art of manipulation, however, and had learned that if one party retained their air of calmness, while the other emitted pure rage, the one who was calm would win the argument or fight. Because of this he at least tried now a days to keep his shirt on in hairy situations.[/font]

R[/b] ealizing that she had the power to utterly and completely destroy him, Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. Twirling it between his fingers, Draco looked Zan straight in the eye and spoke simple words. "I think we can handle this by ourselves, Mrs. Harper. As you know, I have an endless bank account, and I'd be willing to supply you with enough money to fill your mouth and shut you up." Draco couldn't believe he was actually offering to pay this impurity off. He couldn't believe he was lowering himself to that. But when push came to shove, Draco was always willing to throw his money around in order for people to do as he wished.[/font]

W[/b] hen she stepped forward and uttered such rediculous words, Draco scoffed before a sneer slithered across his face, replacing the small, content smile that had been there before. "Don't talk in my face, you filthy piece of shit; in case you haven't noticed you're surrounded by Purebloods that would give anything to see you tortured just because of your blood." Draco pushed his wand out, so it was a few centimeters from her chest. "I won't stand be such liberties to be taken, especially not from you. Don't push me, Harper, or you'll find yourself in a world of pain or a jail cell. Perhaps both."[/font]

F[/b] aced with an enraged impurity in a public place, Draco had no choice but to ignore the fact that she'd referenced their fight before, which had ended in his nose being broken. Even so one of his hands subconsciously raised to his nose, tapping the side gently, before lowering quickly. That had been pure luck on her part, however. Most assumed Draco, because of his upbringing, was neither powerful nor intelligent when it came to duels and spells. He was, however, from a long line of wizards and witches who believed in perfection of all forms. He was quite disciplined when it came to dueling, and from his training as a Death Eater he'd become quite notorious for being as powerful as his Aunt. Or, perhaps not so powerful ... That was Draco's ego speaking. But when he reached her age, he aspired to be just as good, and so was training for the moment.[/font]

F[/b] aced with an enraged impurity in a public place, Draco had no choice but to ignore the fact that she'd referenced their fight before, which had ended in his nose being broken. Even so one of his hands subconsciously raised to his nose, tapping the side gently, before lowering quickly. That had been pure luck on her part, however. Most assumed Draco, because of his upbringing, was neither powerful nor intelligent when it came to duels and spells. He was, however, from a long line of wizards and witches who believed in perfection of all forms. He was quite disciplined when it came to dueling, and from his training as a Death Eater he'd become quite notorious for being as powerful as his Aunt. Or, perhaps not so powerful ... That was Draco's ego speaking. But when he reached her age, he aspired to be just as good, and so was training for the moment.[/font]

L[/b] aughing gently, Draco shook his head. "Unfortunately that was pure luck on your part, Harper. If you attack me in public, when I know it's coming and we're in a large space, you'll be making the biggest mistake of your life." His words were icy, gentle, laced with poison. "I dare you, go ahead, do something. I need a little more excitement in my life, and I think Malfoy Manor has a space in the dungeon that you could occupy." Gritting his teeth and staring at her, he attempted to judge whether she was serious or not. "As said, Harper, I have enough money to keep your mouth shut. Name your price. How much do you want?" And as always it came down to money with Draco.[/font]
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[nightmare]

There’s a time to pray, and there’s a time to fight
Anything can be a weapon if you’re holding it right
Defend what is yours, they will not take our souls

Zan was known for her ill temper. Her employees, as well as many of her customers, knew not to tick her off. She was a woman who had very little left to lose, except for her own life, and her brothers’. However, with them being so well hidden, Alexandra Harper might has well have been an only child. Thus, she wasn’t afraid to curse or fight, and did so often. It meant that even the most disgruntled person in her store would rather leave than face her. The fact that she had a demonic Kneazle, as well as a store full of glaring eyes of the animals she had hand-reared didn’t hurt.

However, here she had no backup, and she was in enemy territory. She knew that, for she was no idiot, despite what Malfoy seemed to think. She was furious, dangerously so, but she knew she couldn’t openly attack him now. Though the owner of the club would probably tell off Malfoy if he attacked her (maybe not even that; she didn’t meant that much to him), she knew she would be killed the instant she cursed a pureblood. The thought enraged her further, but she needed to keep her head. She needed to make Malfoy think that she didn’t care that she was outnumbered and in unfamiliar waters, because she now had a weapon against him.

“Sasha, can yeh Apparate home?” she asked quietly, out of the side of her mouth. The girl nodded, terrified, and Zan said, “Do it!” Sasha looked about to argue, but Zan turned and gave her a fierce glare, one that sent her stumbling back a few steps, before she turned on her heel and Disapparated with a loud crack. Zan felt some measure of relief with the girl gone; it would be so much easier if Sasha wasn’t still here for Malfoy to threaten.

The two antagonists were now in a bit of a staring contest, though Zan lost as she blinked in disbelief at Malfoy’s offer. Was he serious? Could he really think that he could pay her off to keep quiet? Her one chance to destroy her enemy, and he thought she would lose it for a few Galleons? “Sorry Malfoy, but some things in the world can’t be bought,” she spat, her eyes blazing furiously. “No amount o’ money in the world would keep me from keeping my mouth shut.” She smirked slightly, crossing her arms defiantly.

Her eyes narrowed as Malfoy sneered, her own upper lip curling as he spoke. Despite the fact that he was right, she couldn’t show that she was the least bit worried. Once he knew that she was, he would easily be able to worm under her skin, like the weasel he was. She leaned closer, so her mouth was right next to his ear. “And how many of those purebloods would turn on yeh if they knew that yeh were all over an impurity?” she murmured, the smallest hint of a wicked grin on her face. She spoke quietly, so nobody else would be able to hear. “I’m sure whatever damage your reputation will take would be worth a million years in Azkaban,” she continued, her tone slightly amused. She had been threatened with jail time before, as well as this ‘world of pain.’ She refused to show any sort of fear.

Zan could tell Malfoy remembered the incident in her store; for a brief moment, his hand was touching the side of his nose, as if it were still broken. She grinned again, though she knew that deep down, she wouldn’t be able to attack him here. After all, he was right about one thing: the many purebloods surrounding them would attack her without a second thought if they knew she was an impurity.

She tilted her head as Malfoy spoke again, scowling slightly. “The only way yeh’ll win a fight here is if your pureblood friends help yeh,” she growled, her wand still clutched tightly in her hand. “And they will, without a second’s thought. Luck ain’t got anything to do with it.” She scowled further when he mentioned keeping her in a dungeon in his manor. “The only time I’ll be setting foot in your manor is to kill you,” she growled, her tone still lowered so none of the other purebloods could hear what they were talking about.

And again, he offered her money. She thought for a minute, musing, “My price? How much do I want…” she turned her eyes back on him, as hard and sharp as flint. “I want your reputation, your family, your fancy, privileged life. Food, water, shelter, everything you and the rest of you bloodsnobs take for granted. I want you to be ruined, to know what it feels like to have nothing.” She gave a grin, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Will yeh offer this to me, Malfoy?”

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