Strength in Numbers
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dorksidefikerTitle: Strength In Numbers
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Prompt: 18. Truth
Rating: PG
Summary: After the War, Hermione sits Draco down for a little talk.
Draco Malfoy lounged indolently at the table of the little café, looking like the whole world was only seconds away from boring him to death. The look of boredom morphed into one of disdain as Hermione Granger sat down in the other seat. “Was there a reason you wanted to talk to me, Granger?” he drawled, sneering.
“You and I both know that you’re capable of being polite to me, Malfoy,” Hermione said dryly. “Do you think you could at least try?”
“I see no reason to,” Draco replied in the same dry tone.
“I do,” Hermione said. “Because if you keep up your Pure Blood idiocy, you’re going to fail as badly as the Death Eaters you abandoned.”
Draco glared, and Hermione looked back impassively. “Do the math, Malfoy. Pure Bloods are outnumbered five to one. Pure Blood families are the only ones that produce squibs. And when you compare the numbers of the Wizarding world to that of the Muggles…” she watched the people passing the café and steepled her fingers.
“Even if all the wizards in the world could be gotten to agree on any one thing, the Muggles would still win. They’d wipe us out.” She smiled darkly. “They’ve come a long way from burning at the stake, and I’ve yet to see a shielding charm that could stop a bullet.”
“Nonsense!” Draco snapped. “They’re Muggles! They’re… they’re stupid!”
“Haven’t you ever wondered why the Ministry works so hard to keep the existence of wizards a secret?” Hermione asked sweetly. “They know.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Prompt: 18. Truth
Rating: PG
Summary: After the War, Hermione sits Draco down for a little talk.
Draco Malfoy lounged indolently at the table of the little café, looking like the whole world was only seconds away from boring him to death. The look of boredom morphed into one of disdain as Hermione Granger sat down in the other seat. “Was there a reason you wanted to talk to me, Granger?” he drawled, sneering.
“You and I both know that you’re capable of being polite to me, Malfoy,” Hermione said dryly. “Do you think you could at least try?”
“I see no reason to,” Draco replied in the same dry tone.
“I do,” Hermione said. “Because if you keep up your Pure Blood idiocy, you’re going to fail as badly as the Death Eaters you abandoned.”
Draco glared, and Hermione looked back impassively. “Do the math, Malfoy. Pure Bloods are outnumbered five to one. Pure Blood families are the only ones that produce squibs. And when you compare the numbers of the Wizarding world to that of the Muggles…” she watched the people passing the café and steepled her fingers.
“Even if all the wizards in the world could be gotten to agree on any one thing, the Muggles would still win. They’d wipe us out.” She smiled darkly. “They’ve come a long way from burning at the stake, and I’ve yet to see a shielding charm that could stop a bullet.”
“Nonsense!” Draco snapped. “They’re Muggles! They’re… they’re stupid!”
“Haven’t you ever wondered why the Ministry works so hard to keep the existence of wizards a secret?” Hermione asked sweetly. “They know.”