HP: Is It Wrong To Be A Sociopath In Magic World?

Though that's when he managed to get his composure back up enough to get a comeback in.

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"I'd be careful if I were you, unless you're a bit politer, you might end up like your parents, they didn't know what was good for them either, if you hang out with the riff raff like the Weasleys and Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."

Ooh, ok that was actually almost decent, though the effects were a lot more pronounced on the other two who both stood up offended by the words.

"Say that again!"

"Oh you're going to fight us are you?"

"We will, if you don't leave!" I watched it for a few seconds before rolling my eyes and stood up as well, drawing the attention to me, which was a little uncomfortable but I ignored it as I looked down at the book in my hands for a moment before sighing with annoyance before placing it down where I had just been sitting.

"Oh? The book worm finally gets up does he? Well then, are you going to fight as well?" I just looked at him and rolled my eyes before saying in a bored sounding tone of voice.

"Nope, that would be a waste of time, you lot aren't worth the effort." I held back a small smirk as I watched as Draco glared at me, he's a spoiled brat, he isn't used to the idea that he isn't worth the attention.

Which means he's going to puff up like a brat and try to take control of this situation somehow and bring the attention back to him.

"Oh, and who do you think you are?" See?

"Alex Grey!" It was a simple answer, but he seemed to think on it before an interesting look came over his eyes as he proclaimed.

"You don't have any wizarding parents do you? You're a mudblood." Oh, breaking out the slurs already, interesting.

I just tilted my head like what he was saying was of little interest to me, which it kind of was to be honest, though I noted that Ron and Harry, who had probably from the context picked up that it probably wasn't a good thing, seemed to get offended on my behalf which I thought was nice, but I've been called so much worse for some stupid word like that affect me.

"The term is Muggleborn, I understand if you're too slow to realize that you're using the wrong word, but I figured I would be nice to the idiot and let you know."

He actually growled at that, and I noted that his right hand twitched a small bit, which would be annoying if this somehow turned into a duel.

I know a bunch of spells from memory but I have exactly no clue if I could figured them out and defend myself at the same time in this small compartment.

Thankfully he just turned to Goyle before motioning over towards the seat that had a bunch of candy on it.

The big kid nodded before swiping the wrappers to the ground before all three turned and walked away.

Well wasn't that petty, looking at the wrappers as Harry and Ron began to move to pick them up, I just shrugged before dropping down in my seat and picked up my book again.

Opening it back up, I noted that the two of them were looking at me and was about to say something when the door opened again for the thousandth time, to reveal Hermione.

"What's been going on?" She seemed to be confused, probably by the hurried state at which Draco and company had left the compartment, and because of all the candy wrappers on the ground.

I just accepted the distraction as the two turned to her and began to talk while I went back to reading.

It was just mostly talking about how Draco's dad is an obvious bad guy but managed to worm his way back into society after Voldemort bit it, and that was about it.

Besides the fact that Imperio, that funny old unforgivable person, was brought up even if it wasn't by name.

Though after some talk that turned a bit tense towards the end from Hermione and Ron, she left so we could get changed since apparently we were almost there.

Standing up I walked out of the compartment as well while absently telling them to hurry up while looking down at the book in my hand.

I know that I started puberty earlier than most other guys when I was around this age, it didn't really kick in hard until about age fourteen.

But that doesn't change the fact that my body has the possibility to act in mentally scarring and horrifying ways when it comes to looking at other guys at the moment, especially if they're getting changed.

At least my mental control is strong enough that the chemical thunderstorm in my body won't be all that bad, at least in comparison to the first time around.

Still, with that I just continued on reading, getting to the start of chapter six when the door slid open, turning around I walked into the compartment again while the two were looking a little uncomfortable about something, raising an eyebrow at them, Ron finally blurted out.

"Sorry that I thought you were a bloke."

Blinking, I looked between the two of them before deciding that this moment might be one of the most stupid things I've heard so far here, and I just had a conversation with Draco.

I mean it's not like that mistake has never been made before, but I usually had hair that went past my shoulders at that point, and it's usually only thought about from far away. I just rolled my eyes and said.

"I'm a guy you bloody idiots!" Hey, I just realized I can say bloody now without sounding out of place because I have the proper accent for it, weird.