“What?” sneered the tall, blonde-haired boy, his grey eyes glinting with mischief as his observed with growing disdain, the two heavily built, but clumsy individuals standing before him, their thickset forms throwing shadows over him by the light of the fire in the dungeon common room.
“We – “
“We want – “ the large boy with a wide mouth and flat nose hesitated.
“What?” the blonde boy repeated. “Honestly, you two are so stupid sometimes I’m surprised you know how to talk at all, let alone slowly.” He smirked, folded his arms and began to walk away.
He had scarcely gone five steps when he felt quick steps behind him and strong hands push him harshly so he fell back into the nearest armchair.
“We’re SICK of you Draco!!!” hollered the first boy, his stiff gorilla-like arms trembling to the very knuckle as he tried to keep his resolve.
“Yeah, we’re sick of you,” rasped the second, cracking his knuckles menacingly as he towered over the blonde boy.
“You never take us seriously – “
“You never listen to us – “
“You, you – “
“You always treat us like we’re stupid – “
The blonde boy snorted. “That’s because you are stu- “
“SHUT IT!” The blonde boy gulped and paled visibly as he noticed the two before him flexing their fingers with power as if to grasp him by the throat. He’d never quite appreciated just how much his ‘bodyguards’ stood for his protection, how much they had done for him.
Holding his hands out in front of himself, as if in makeshift defence, he cleared his throat nervously.
“Well – er, what do you –um, what to do about it then?”
The taller of the two thugs scratched his head in concentrated thought, the shorter and slightly wiser one, too paused for a moment, pondering the situation. Now that it had come to this moment, saying what they thought was harder than they had imagined. As much as they wanted their own way, neither wanted really, to lose the only person who had ever acknowledged them; and they knew, too that the blonde boy wanted no more to lose the only two people that he had ever considered as “friends”.
“We want – we want –“ the taller boy began, “We want to be treated as equals.”
The second boy nodded in agreement. “We’re not stupid, and we don’t want to be treated as if we are.”
The blonde boy looked down at his feet, his characteristic sneer steadily seeping away. The second boy continued, “We’re just as important, just as valuable as you are, and we’re not going to be your shadows anymore.”
He looked directly into the blonde boy’s eye, in unspoken challenge; all three boys apparently of the crucial nature of this deciding moment.
An unspoken contract passed through the air, and a fresh start ensued.
The blonde boy stood up, took a deep breath, and finally, spoke.
“Yes. All right then. I’ll try.”