SelfPub: The school of cynicism

A strange thing is life. It continues, even when it turns into survival.

Harry told her that Malfoy was just a puppet in the hands of his father and other servants of Voldemort. Pawn. A teenager who is ashamed to admit that he has weaknesses.
Harry, dear Harry. How he was mistaken. He always tries to see in people something that will help him to surpass them. He can't imagine that someone he just can't crack, because can not afford such a present. Harry is an idealist. And Malfoy - here it is. Beautiful aristocrat with perfect manners. A womanizer, considering all the girls as potential whores. Heartless son of a Death eater, preparing himself to receive the mark. Purposeful, calculating schemer who knows to what place be the hardest hit. Somehow, Hermione was sure that if you dismiss all the extraneous factors and to organize opposition to "Potter, Malfoy", Harry wouldn't stand a chance. It's a pity he, like Ron, saw Slytherins as a pesky nuisance, and not as a dangerous rival.

- Probably. We will train until you learn to send back flying in your dishes.
- Why plates? - did not understand Seamus.
Well, this is the case, if the wife is scandalous, smiled Hermione.

The dark side is always easier.

Who would have thought that over time, the slowness of the Neville turns into judgment, and blind faith in the good will result in the perseverance in achieving goals?

- You never thought Gryffindor - faculty of garbage, which you do not know where to stick it? In Ravenclaws are the most intelligent, it is a recognized fact. In Hufflepuff, honest and prudent judges. Slytherin is famous for cunning. And the Gryffindor learn those who think the rear seat. - Malfoy chuckled. - Called stupidity courage and sing praises.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
- The trick is dictated by cowardice. Cunning are the only ones who are afraid to go out in the open.
The open rod, only those who are in a hurry to the light - calmly retorted Malfoy. - Me and this good.

Say, if long familiar with people, then sooner or later looking for them privacy.

Granger, how glad I am to see you! - Draco grinned, going into the living room.
She looked up from the book, threw at him angry look and focused again on the task.
- What, Malfoy finally saw the light, that all pureblood - victims of incest?
Strange, but even now her words infuriated as usual. Compared to what I said to him yesterday, Knott, Sr., she was just praying.
- I'm glad your sarcasm.
She again looked up from his book, looked at him - as he thought with concern.
- Malfoy, what are you, crazy? Why so much joy?
- No, Granger, just tired as a dog, î chuckled Draco, stretching out on the sofa. The Mudblood looked at his dirty boots, but not a word is said.
- Malfoy, dogs are honest and noble animals, and you're not a dog, you Fox - sneaky and nimble.
He just laughed. The Mudblood didn't even realize how she's right - still dogs and wolves are distant relatives.

Now he felt like a bird being kicked out of the nest, so he taught himself to fly, telling him that if will fall to the ground, but not explaining how to flap my wings.

Most useful, taught Draco's father, to patiently endure all the insults. Not to forget, not to forgive, but that is to be demolished. To wait it out. Then to answer. Never operate under the influence of immediate emotions, and laborious to calculate the next step as a chess player calculates the course of the game.
Nott suddenly stopped, seeing the face of the youngest Malfoy the same expression that often happened at his father in moments of fierce disputes. Anger the senior Malfoy was dangerous - he never responded immediately, did not show their emotions, but everyone knew that the apparent indifference and even polite interest in hiding the cold, sophisticated mind, does not forgive insults and abuse. Therefore, retaliation is never followed immediately, but after some time - a few days, a week, a month was time for the Malfoy.