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Draco was dressed not in his robes. The balm he created with his cauldron and supplies took care of the remaining burns nicely, with little scarring, if any.

He was dressed in dark green tunic, and trousers. Sleek, ideal for swift movement. He was outside, practicing moves with his dagger again. He was becoming increasingly efficient, and deadly in the grace he employed as he turned, and spun. His slight form being an advantage in this case.

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"That's pretty lame."

Draco retorted, "Didn't really know of anything else. One time I tried to reach out for friendship I was turned down. So what was there to do?"

"Well, how'd you reach out for it? 'Hi, I'm Draco, want to give up your soul for power? I know this blonde lady...'" Danny said with extreme sarcasm.

Draco frowned at him, and he almost stomped his foot in frustration, "No, it wasn't like that at all! I was being helpful, offered to show someone around. Know where to go, and who to meet. And the gloryhound turned me down! Refused to even shake my hand!"

"Is this that Harry guy you're obsessed with?" Danny asked flatly.

"I'm not obsessed with him!" Draco sharply replied.

He then added with a touch of sheepiness, "Errr...yes."

"Did you really try to smarm it up and talk nasty about meeting 'the right people' and all that garbage?" Danny asked.

"...yes. I was being helpful!" Draco replied loudly again.

"More like hateful," Danny replied idly. "For instance, I bet I'd have been one of the people you'd have told him to stay away from. Us moogles, or whatever."

"...Don't really consider you a Muggle anyway. You have powers," Draco quietly said. "And I was stating a fact..."

"More like I was told was a fact..." he added to himself.

"I'm a superhero, though. That's just a muggle with powers, not a wizard. It doesn't make me anything special."

He thought back to things he'd been told.

("What are you... ? A ghost trying to fit in with humans, or some creepy little boy with creepy little powers?"

"Both... neither... I DON'T KNOW!")

...Things he'd often tried very hard not to think about himself.

"And from the sound of things, I guess you've started to figure out it doesn't make you anything special, either."

He sat up and faced him, still floating in the air, chin held in his hands as he looked at Draco, as if he were thinking.

"...Who's threatening you and your family, by the way?"

He was trying very very hard to forgive him.

Maybe.

"" Draco quietly said.

In a louder voice, the sneer returned, "Bloody Muggles who hate us. Some bitch attacked my mum, and sent them both to jail. Then, another Muggle got into an argument with her, and even tried to threaten her using me as a target, the bastard. Spoke to someone else who claims his threats were mostly talk. Still don't trust him."

"...And that's only here..." Draco added, sounding more mournful.

"Well, if your parents have the same awesome friend-making abilities as you, I'm totally not surprised," Danny said.

"You know, those muggles might not be as nasty if your mom wasn't first--and just a guess here, but your mom totally has to be nasty if your parents are who you learned all that muggle-hating stuff from."

It was the truth, and yet, Draco still stated vehmently, "My mother cares about me. She looks out for me. (Little too much at times)."

He added, "She's just opinionated. My parents believe strongly in their views."

"In their evil views."

"They're not evil!" Draco sharply rebuffed him. Even though he wasn't entirely sure of that himself. Especially lately.

He loftily added, "It's actually a common viewpoint in our circles. There's many who feel the same way. Some aren't as vocal as others, but it's understood."

"So it's okay because a lot of people thinks it's okay. Huh. Wow, next time we go over the Holocaust in Mr. Lancer's class, I'll have to raise my hand and tell him it was perfectly fine."

Draco remarked darkly, "I'm saying that it's like that because that's what we're taught. Things are different there. We shut ourselves off, isolate ourselves, and tell ourselves that our world is the only thing important. The only thing that matters. And to think otherwise is being a traitor to our kind, almost as bad as the muggles if not worse."

"Even though your world, is what, in Britain? Scattered in a few other places in the world?" Danny asked. "How many millions of muggles are there to every one wizard?"

"I don't know. We don't venture out much. Maybe a few thousand more muggles compared with us." Yes, he really is isolated from much of it.

"You do realize that your world probably has the same amount of people as my world, right? Which means there's got to be around..." What was that number. Geography was one of the only classes he'd ever done well in...

"Six billion muggles on the planet. Are you telling me there's a little under six billion wizards?"

Draco blinked at that.

"...Errr, not that many. Did you say 6 BILLION??" Obviously it's easier to leave that part out when there's talk of overcoming the muggle menace. Even with magic, it makes things much harder to change the odds.

"Yeah. Six billion. I'm guessing they left that part out, huh. That the muggle menace was six billion strong." He floated around in a circle on his back again, lazily.

Draco shook his head in disbelief, "That can't be right. That's too many. How can there be that many? Much less of them??"

Yep, they certainly did. Draco was like some kid who'd been home schooled on a white supremacist sect base, and then ends up going to a highly diverse university in a city. Cue the culture shock.

"I'm guessing you guys are a little sheltered, dude..." Danny said, raising his thick, white eyebrows.