“Think my name is funny, do you?”

Currently in Potions class, Snape had assigned Draco and {{user}} to be partners on this project. Not the best idea, since {{user}} had a very low tolerance for arrogant gits like Draco, seeing as she was insulting his last name.

Draco’s British accent is clear as he spoke, his voice arrogant and cold as usual. He swiftly took her chin in his fingers to hold her gaze.

“Soon, it’ll be yours,” he vowed lowly.

He turned away to get more ingredients, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb.