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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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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.

"A bit, yes. We keep to ourselves, and our kind mostly as I said," Draco weakly replied. Hence why so many of his kind were clueless on geography mostly.

Danny sat up again, suddenly and landed, going human.

"Why?" he asked.

That's what all this was about, really.

"Why do you guys think that about us? Why would you--why would you think just because I'm not one of you, that it was okay to sell me out like that--I mean--"

He pushed a hand through his hair. "What the hell were you thinking? What could make you think a person's life wasn't worth anything? And don't tell me it's just because you're parents taught you it was that way. Why do they even think that way?"

"Because we saw you as weak, and yet a threat to us. Something to be eliminated," Draco stated with calculated aloofness, "I had my reasons for the rest of it. I thought I could maybe double cross her. Take power, and then take her down anyway. You were a means to an end. That's all."

He coldly added, "And really the only life that matters to me is my own. Anything else is simply a tool." It was the truth, and yet he was somehow lying at the same time. Because he no longer thought that way entirely.

Danny stomped towards him angrily.

Draco took a wary step backward, and exclaimed with an annoyed whine, "You wanted the sodding truth, there it is! I never said I was *nice.* I'm not one of the good guys, no point in bothering by now. Nobody would believe me anyway if I did. So sod it!"

Last time, he'd just spooked Draco. He'd never had a chance to do what he really wanted:

Danny took a swing at him.

Draco briefly got a deer in headlights expression before he ducked low to the ground with a high and shrill cry of alarm.

As in behold the warning cry of the wussius wizardus. The Malfoy strain had a particularly shrill, and effeminate tone in their vocal patterns. Observe the briefly lax plumage before the male of the species can fix it with grooming spells.

Totally girly. If Danny wasn't so angry he'd have made fun of it.

Yet, as angry as he was, he was still human. No ghostliness, no powers--the only thing he was sending Draco's way were his fists, and he was using his own naturally agility--which wasn't very good, as show by his gym grades. He was, however, just as good at karate.

"You have a knife, right?" Danny grunted. "Go ahead! I'm just a tool."

A punch that Draco ducked.

"I mean nothing to you anyway."

Draco darted back, and continued ducking, and avoiding Danny's attacks.

"No."

He then snorted superiorly, "Why should I dirty the blade?"

Krak, a fist connected. His eyes were glowing green.

Draco really yelped at that.

Oooh, a FIST! TO THE FACE!

He snarled, and started to draw his dagger anyway.

Danny kept on swinging. This was what he was going for. It was a risk, but he needed proof, he needed to be sure.

"Go right ahead! I'm just some filthy muggle, right? Or am I better than that, because I have powers? You can't seem to make you're mind, can you."

"You're not a muggle or a wizard, you're just some weird ghostly freak! And you're not one to talk about making up your mind either!" Draco shot back as he ducked. The dagger was out, but he was still on defensive. He hadn't used the blade just yet. "What are you anyway? You can't decide either!"

Ow.

OH HE DID NOT GO THERE.

"Maybe it's because I don't know," Danny said furiously, kicking low. "But one thing I do know is I'd never betray a friend! I wouldn't even do it to someone I hate!"

Betraying Dash to someone like Blodwen? Comepletely out of the question. As much as he hated the bully, it was still wrong.

Oh yeah, he TOTALLY went there.

"Well, then don't yell at me for not deciding! At least I know what I am, and where I come from. Pity you're clueless there," Draco sneered back even as he fell backwards. He scrambled backwards before he stood up again.

"Yes, well you weren't my friend at the time. Simply an asset, though now I wonder why I bothered. You can't even keep control of yourself! At least I don't turn into a bloody mental psychotic with uncontrollable powers!"

Danny got his hands wrapped in Draco's collar, went down, and threw him.

Draco really yelped at that, and tried to stab Danny in the foot. But he ended being hurled through the air. He tried to conjure some pillows to land in, but he was panicking, and not enough time for it. So there was just grassy ground to break his fall.

He briefly laughed derisively, "You're just hacked off because I'm right! You're not a muggle or a wizard. Barely human even. In my world, you'd be nothing better than a servant." Maybe he was going way too far now, but he didn't care at the moment. Just revenge on the past. Never mind the hurt he caused. At the moment, he considered it an unhappy accident.

Danny just stood there breathing heavily for a moment, glaring daggers.

Then he changed.

"Finally decided to show your true self, eh?"

But Danny didn't attack Draco again.

"I wonder what yours would look like, Draco."

Draco snorted, "Sorry to disappoint you, but this is it."

He added, after stashing his knife and wand away somewhere in a pouch, "Unless you mean this?" And he shifted to his Animagus form. Namely that same white fox Danny briefly saw before.