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I never get what I want.

Is the race to be the first one with your hand in the air finally becoming dull for you?

Good for you.

I'll still dominate the classroom, Malfoy, but there's other opportunities to snatch up. I'm tired of seeking of approval. I'm better than that.

You may dominate where you come from, but the Granger where I come from is too busy trying to play hero most of the time. She's a lot more frazzled and annoying, actually.

Don't fool yourself, everyone is trying to seek approval from somewhere.

And I'm better?

I just need me and mine, and whatever else I choose to want. However I go about it is up to me.

Don't try to flatter yourself, I didn't say that.

That almost sounds Slytherin of you. Almost.

I do rather like flattering myself, actually.

Almost is quite a big step, I'd say.

Yes, well... I guess no one else is going to do it for you, hm?

Not that big a step. Only if you're near sighted.

You're adorable when you're trying so hard to offend me. Too bad for you. I'm in too good of a mood.

I may not get what I want now, but I will. It's rather exciting.

It comes naturally, you're just too easy to offend, it's like breathing. [And it honestly is, he's too used to being cruel to her, that he'd find it... well, unnatural for him not to be.]

And what is it that you want?

That's actually quite funny.

What does anyone want?

I think you're finally growing a backbone, Granger. At least, you're the first one I've met that has. All the others just fume or sob.

You're evading the question.

Mm. What a compliment.

I am. What do you want? Answer mine and I'll answer yours.

Shut up.

Right now? I want you to answer the question... and some firewhiskey.

No, I don't think I will, actually. I'm sort of done with the blind honesty thing. You want information, you pay for it.

So, you want to know what I want? ... A lot of things, but there's not much that I don't already have.

[His breath hitches just slightly, a small sign that he wasn't being completely honest. There was one thing he still wanted.]

*Her smile grows.*

What else?

So unspecific...

I want a new broom? I hear the new Firebolt II is brilliant.

How wondrously superficial. Somehow I figure that's not terribly out of reach for you.

[Wait for it... here it comes.]

... Father says I've got to beat Harry first in a match. Even if we're in the same house. I'll probably challenge him soon.

...

I take it you're not thrilled?

Not nearly. He may be a Slytherin, but he's still a hell of a Seeker.

So? What about you, then?

I want respect. Something a little more abstract. I'm tired of being stepped on.

I feel a bit dramatic.

The world would have to change completely for you to have the kind of respect you want, Granger.

We're teenagers, of course we're dramatic.

I guess I'll have to put out the extra effort, then, won't I?

This isn't typical angst, Malfoy.

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