Astrology, tarot, crystal balls.
Through my eyes, you can glimpse the unknown future.
I don't read tea leaves, and I'm not interested in your death.
Believe me, and I'm a seer.
Don't believe me, and I'm a fraud.
Trelawney, the blood of glorious seers runs through my veins.
Astred: "I trust crystal balls more than tea leaves."
Draco: "I hope your prophecies aren't as unreliable as your aunt."
Astred: "Draco, I guarantee that if you say another bad word about my aunt, you'll suffer a bloody disaster. No, I mean you'll definitely lose to the Chosen One, Potter."
Draco: "...That's not a prophecy, that's a curse. But you should know that I'm not going to lose to that scarhead."
Astred: "Oh, really?"
Draco: "...Shut up, Astred."
P.S. 1. Draco isn't a misunderstood, tragic soul who's secretly good. Though making him fall for someone is bound to mean redeeming him, remember: he's a bastard!
2. I write fanfiction to make up for the regrets of the original, so many characters in this story won't die.
