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Wizardstuck: Mudblood

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When Draco Malfoy walked into the Slytherin common room, it was practically empty. The only people there were two of those troll freaks, the female with the red sunglasses and the sweaty male, both sitting at desks in the studying section of the room. To Draco, it might as well have been empty. He made it a point to completely ignore all of those stains on the impeccable record of students in his house.

Draco flopped on the couch in front of the fireplace, fuming silently. For once, Crabbe and Goyle weren't at his beck and call. He'd sent them off to do something else so that he could sit and think in peace. Ironically, his mind was on one of those creatures he had been so set on ignoring.

He had never thought he could hate someone more than Potter. Never in a million years. That boy was everything he hated most in the world, all wrapped up in one person. He wasn't a mudblood, but in the end, he didn't really hate mudbloods. He had been brought up to find derision in them, but hate was something else entirely. No, his hate was reserved for Potter, and Potter alone.

And then he'd met Ampora.

It was like the troll creature awakened new feelings of hate, the depths of which he could never even imagine. A sea of hatred and loathing poured out of him, drowned him. He couldn't stand to be around Ampora without shaking with rage. Couldn't listen to his dumbass accent without screaming incoherent curses in his head. It was a different kind of hatred, one that felt wrong and alien, and yet, so very, very right. Like this was what hate should be, but wasn't. Like—

"Excuse me." Oh fuck what now. Draco looked up, ready to tell whoever was talking to him to go piss off and leave him the hell alone, when he realized that it was one of the trolls that had been in the room when he entered.

"What the fuck do you want?" Draco snarled. The troll was unperturbed by his angry tone, as if he heard it every day.

"I wished to enquire about your human caste system," he went on, and as he did, Draco noticed that he was missing teeth. Gross. Still, he wasn't sure he wanted to genuinely piss this guy off, not when Crabbe and Goyle weren't around to act as his body guards. He  looked like he might be pretty strong.

"Make it quick, then," Draco said, rather than outright refusing him.

"Yes," the troll replied. "According to the few humans I have talked to, your social status is dependant on wealth rather than color of blood, correct?"

"Yeah, why?" Draco had heard the rumor that the trolls all had different color blood, and it was apparently true. Utterly ridiculous. More reason to avoid them.

"Then why do you refer to those of lower class as 'mudbloods'? I'm afraid I do not follow your reasoning." Draco blinked. Was this guy for real?

"We have among us a mudblood, but I do not see how it would be relevant to humans, who all possess the same blood color as our mutant leader," the troll went on, staring at him expectantly. Or, at least, Draco assumed he was. It was hard to tell with those dumbass broken sunglasses.

"What?" Draco said. "Mudbloods are the freaks with dirty muggle blood running through their veins. They're polluting the pure blood of long lines of wizards, who're the only ones really deserving of coming to this dumbass, bleeding heart of a school."

"This dirty muggle blood. Is it not a different color that your pure blood?" Seriously, this guy was getting on Draco's nerves. What was his obsession with the color of fucking blood?

"What? No, dumbass. That's stupid." Draco glared at him. Why wouldn't he just leave him alone?

"So, you ridicule others on the purity of their blood, although it is not visibly any different than yours?" Draco faltered slightly. Putting it that way...

"Well, uh, yeah."

"If you would pardon my language, that is ludicrous." The troll scowled. "You humans are undeniably more depraved and idiotic than I ever thought possible." Draco just stared at him, mouth agape, as he went back to his desk with the other troll. She was staring directly at Draco, cackling evilly through a mouth full of sharp teeth. Wasn't she supposed to be blind or something?

Draco fucking hated trolls.
Short but, uh, sweet, I guess? I dunno. I just felt like writing something about Draco and Equius.

And I'm totally not setting up for Malfoy <3- Eridan. Not at all.

Homestuck ([link]) (c) Andrew Hussie
Harry Potter (c) J. K. Rowling

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