Glenn assured Draco there was o worry.

  "Dumbledore probably knows about this. He's pnning something. Voldemort is half-crippled now - there's some danger, but not much." After expining that the situation was likely under Dumbledore's trol, Glenn grabbed his clothes and headed for the shower, leaving Draco lying in bed, her able to get up nor fall asleep, just staring bnkly at the ceiling.

  Damn it, Glenn, why did you have to tell me this?!

  ht, I asked... Never mind then.

  No, not never mind!

  He frantically ruffled his pale blonde hair and pulled the covers over his head.

  To hell with sleep.

  ......Later that afternoon......

  As the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff Quidditch match was about to begin, Glenn, as usual, walked past the Slytheriion straight to the Gryffindor seats.

  The Slytherins no longer disliked Glenn. Though Muggle-born, his abilities and character had earhe respect of all Slytherin students. However, while they had accepted him, Glenn showed no i in associating with them.

  The wizards, especially the girls, cast reproachful g Marcus and Draco.

  "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you two - one pnning and one exeg - would we have done such terrible things?!"

  "e on, apologize! How could we let su excellent young wizard go to those stupid lions?!"

  At the front of the stands, Drad Marcus shuddered, particurly Draco, who literally jumped from his seat in a defeahen suddenly realized his surroundings.

  Wait, I'm not in the Forbidden Forest, why am I sensing dangerous gazes?

  Could Potter or Weasley be pnning something?!

  He quickly turoward the Gryffindor se but didn't see either of them.

  Little Dragon was fused. Why am I so paranoid today?

  He scratched his head and sat back down, only to stand up again. On such a crucial day, if they weren't ing to cause trouble, he might as well go find some himself.

  It would at least distract Potter on the field. Haha, I'm so clever!

  After Glenn's training, Draco had developed a deeper uanding of achieving goals by any means necessary, and he'd bee even more relentless in b Harry and Ron.

  Though less frequent than before, eastance of trouble-making was more effective, driving those two up the wall.

  Little Dragooxic Spray.Taunt - Super Effective!

  It wasn't for any particur reason; he just purely disliked them. B them could make Gryffindor lose points - a win-win situation. Their lost smiles would only trao Draco's face.

  His mi had matured siderably; Drao longer saw Harry and Ron as worthy oppos, just daily eai.

  Draco had discussed this with Glenn and Neville beflenn made no ent, but Neville was indignant, and they ended up fighting. Despite having faced life-ah challeogether and grown closer, Neville wouldn't stand for Draco bullying Harry and the others!

  Glenn just watched them duel without intervening. Letting them fight occasionally was a good way to test their trainis. As for the rest, it wasn't his .

  Meanwhile.

  Glenn's ign of the Slytherins wasn't out of prejudice; he simply wao sit with Hermione.

  Yes, it was that pure and simple, without any bias.

  The girl smiled when Glenn finally arrived, shifting over to make room.

  "Glenn, which house do you think will win today?" Once Glenn was settled, Hermione posed her question. She was firmly supp her lion house but wao hear the opinion of the absolutely ral Glenn.

  "Your house," Glenn answered seriously.

  "Why?"

  "Hufflepuff's Quidditch team hasn't trained as hard as Gryffindor's." Glenn expined his reasoning.

  That was true. The badgers became somewhat zy in wihough they weren't much different usually). They weren't keen on training iter winter wind.

  Staying in the on room by the firepce eating snacks was much more appealing.

  Glenn poio the two teams entering the field.

  Following his gesture, Hermione's mouth twitched. The Hufflepuff team members had visibly rounded out, ughing and waving to their house.

  As expected of you, dear badgers.

  As for the Gryffindor team? After enduring Wood's hellish training aal pressure these past days, everyone was on edge. During Wood's pre-match pep talk, the team members' expressions showed they weren't taking in a word, which was ing.

  "Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there," came a teasing voice from the seats in front. Hermione looked over, raising an eyebrow.

  Draco? What was this troublemaker doing here? Then she saw Ron turning around in front of him.

  Oh, just the usual Malfoy-Weasley feud. Never mind then.

  Hermione calmly turned back. She was used to it by now. After Glenn's lesson, even when Drae to provoke Harry and Ron, he wasn't as excessive as before. He'd even stopped using discriminatuage against non-pure-blood wizards, at most just giving a cold snort.

  Why?

  Because she didn't like it, Hermiohought sweetly. She was well aware of Draco's previous attitude, his stant use of "Mudblood" had made her very unfortable. Though Glenn didn't care about such things himself, after Hermioio to him, he immediately spoke to Draco about it, forbidding him from discriminating against Muggle-born wizards and especially banning the word "Mudblood."

  "When you beat me in a fight, you say whatever you want. Until then, watouth."

  Draco had given a cold ugh.

  He agreed on the spot.

  What else could he do?

  Fight Glenn?

  Sure, here's the arena, go ahead.

  Easy to say - you haven't seen Glenn in a in the Forbidden Forest. If he seriously fought you, you'd be luot to wet yourself!

  Thinking about how he hadn't wet himself when he felt Glenn's killing i during one of his rampages, and had even mao stay standing, Little Dragon proudly lifted his head. He was a man who had survived Glenn's killing i once before - he wouldn't fall easily!

  At the front of the Gryffindor se, Draply sat down behind Ron to watch the match, though his naturally sarcastic mouth couldn't stay shut for a moment. Only Ron's intense worry about Harry being tricked by Snape on the field kept him from standing up to front Draco!

  "Shut up, Malfoy," he couldn't dare take his eyes off the field.

  Oh god, that bastard Snape had just unfairly awarded Hufflepuff another penalty shot. Ron angrily spped his thigh, cursing Draco as well.

  Nearby, Neville was also annoyed by Draco's stant chatter but held back. He advised quietly, "'t you save some energy for tonight's training, Draco? And they're my friends too, stop making fun of them." Though Neville had shed his cowardice, his kindness and desire to avoid trouble remained, so he only gently admonished Draco.

  The tter froze, his expression suddenly turning sour. Right, damn it, they still had to go to the Forbidden Forest tonight.

  He instantly lost i in taunting Ron, leaning ba his seat, his eyes losing their shine.

  Ron hadn't heard their versation because Harry had suddenly made a beautiful dive on the field - he'd spotted the Golden Snitch!

  Watg the red blur chasing the golden speck, the croed. All the little lions in the Gryffindor se stood up, Hermione included, silently praying for Harry.

  Our ce at the House Cup depends on you! e on, Chosen One!

  Even though you lose points daily, making up for it now would be great!

  Harry proved himself worthy as Gryffindor's most talented Seeker. He pulled out of the dive and triumphantly raised his arm, the Golden Snitch gleaming in his hand.

  The staed. This was a new record - too fast! That man was just too fast! No one could remember a Quidditch match where the Snitch had been caught so quickly.

  "Yes!" Hermione grabbed Glenn's arm and jumped up, her face red with excitement, wearing an expression like this:

  >v<

  Glenn, lost in thought, ulled up with her, pletely bewildered. What was happening?

  Seeing Harry successfully catch the Snitch, Draco's already sour mood about tonight's training worsened. Great, he'd e here for eai, how did his mood get even worse?

  He habitually threw out some sarcasm, "Hmph, looks like Potter saw some money on the ground." Theuro leave with a flourish.

  Sensing danger, he heard something cutting through the air behind him. Draco reacted in time, dodging sideways to avoid the attack.

  Ron, who had finally s Draco's provocation, unched himself like an angry dog, but clearly hadn't expected Malfoy to dodge, ending up sprawled in a daze.

  What the hell? Does Malfoy have eyes in the back of his head?

  The dizzy Ron marveled - this guy had evolved behind his and Harry's backs!

  Draco was instantly a being ambushed. Hey, I've been holding bauch, what's the meaning of this? Either I've gotten too soft or you Weasley are getting too cocky.

  "What's your problem, Weasley?" He frowned in displeasure, reag for his wand before deg it wasn't necessary, instead rolling up his sleeves to teach Ron a lesson.

  Neville panicked when he saw this - Ron wouldn't stand a ce against Dra a real fight! Glenn had traihem both in bat from the beginning, and they'd learned many teiques. Though not yet mastered, these were potentially lethal moves. Who knew if Draco would hold back? He wasn't Glenn - he had no sense of restraint.

  To prevent his friend from getting hurt, Neville quickly jumped up to restrain Draco.

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