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Of course, this sudden interest in cutie marks meant . . . , “I knew you were all losers,” Malfoy muttered as he walked past them to class, “. . . blank-flanks.” His boyfriends and Parkinson were with him, and laughed.

Harry sighed as the fillies turned to face the bully. Hermione and Ginny held back a distance and looked around. They didn’t want anyone to prank them while they were distracted.

Draco had discovered a new insult, it seemed, even if it wasn’t appropriate to humans.

The green-eyed boy looked at the other boy calmly. “You’re just jealous,” he said, before any of the girls could start in. “You can’t get a cutie mark, so you’ll never know your specialty in magic. You’ll always just stumble through life, wondering what it is that you are good at. You’ll always wonder if what you end up doing is really your destiny. You might never find the thing that will make you happiest.”

Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and the Slytherins stopped.

“Meanwhile, my girlfriends, here,” he glanced at the three fillies who started to look embarrassed, “will find their cutie marks and know just what it is that they can do with their magic that will make them happiest in their lives. It might not be today, or tomorrow, or next month. Or, maybe, next year. But they will get it.”

He smiled a bit maliciously, “But you, you will always wonder at your lot in life.” He nodded sideways, to get the others to move, and started towards their next class. “And you should be very careful who you insult,” he called back. “You don’t know just who might be listening in and decide that a little disorder is needed.”

The fillies and Weasleys gave him a startled look, then smirked at the inside joke. If Malfoy attracted the attention of Discord, who knew what might happen?

The Slytherins just looked puzzled and discomfited that their insult had so easily been deflected back at them.

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