♕ twenty four

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 McLaggen stared enviously across the ballroom at the infatuated couple. Gazing into each others eyes with content, adoration, wistfulness, joy... it made him want to vomit.

Hermione should be his. This plan of Weasley's was taking far too long. But Ron had told him, he would have Hermione soon enough. Draco would be out of the way; humiliated, heartbroken, and in no position to try and steal her back. Granger, all to himself... McLaggen shivered with pleasure at the thought.

shouted a taunting voice in his head. "She will be," he growled to the voice, eyes locked on Hermione as he watched her laugh at something Draco had whispered in her ear.

That should be him out there. That should be him, getting close to Hermione. But that snake, Malfoy, was the only thing in the way...

McLaggen snatched another glass of firewhiskey from a passing tray and gulped it slowly, enjoying the burning sensation that slid down his throat. It helped distract him from the romantic scene in front of him, a scene that made his fists clench and his eyes narrow.

Suddenly, McLaggen felt a hand grab his sleeve and he was yanked into the corridor. His surprised eyes caught sight of a head of red hair and he growled. "What do you want, Weasley?"

Ron glared. "You know what I want, McLaggen. I want leverage on Draco. Did you get any? Or are you forgetting about the whole plan we've been discussing for weeks?"

McLaggen shook his head sheepishly. "I didn't get any, but I have a really good idea. Really good," he said, withering under Ron's menacing stare.

"Well you'd better split them up, McLaggen, or else neither of us will get what we want!"

"I'll do it, Weasley, I promise, soon-"

"How soon is soon?!" Ron demanded. 

"By Christmas," he blurted, hoping to get Ron off his case. Ron frowned and counted on his fingers. 

"If you screw this up, McLaggen. You're going to-" 

"Do you want them broken up for good, or not?" He reminded him. Ron jabbed a finger into McLaggen's chest. 

"Get it done," he hissed, and stormed off; frilly dress robes trailing behind him. 

McLaggen thought to himself indignantly, straightening his robes and walking back into the ballroom. It was December 15th. 

He had less than two weeks to figure out how to split up Hogwarts' favorite couple. 

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