Draco Malfoy and the Secret of Slytherin
Chapter 1…A Snitch in time.
Draco Malfoy walked, no make that strutted down his hallway, in his mansion. Draco's father Lucius had died a few years ago, so Draco was now the man of the house. He had been in charge ever since his forth year and now being in his sixth year he started to take on even more responsibilities.
Draco was by no means as happy and carefree as the rest of the witches and wizards his age, taking on responsibilities that an old man would have to do.
But Draco did not care. He was happy to be in charge.
He walked into the dining room 'Narcissia where is my breakfast?' he demanded
'Here it is Draco, just the way you like it' Narcissia whispered, in a feather light voice
'Dearest mother, do not be afraid of me as you were of father.' Draco said in a concerned voice
His mother smiled her wisp of a smile 'I am not afraid Draco'
Draco sighed and got up 'Well I had best be off, I have to go to Hogwarts today' and with that he Transfigured his trunk into a rubber band, tied it onto his broom handle and flew to platform 9 ¾.
Draco reached platform 9 ¾ in under 10 minutes as the Malfoy Manor was not far away and plus he had the latest racing broom a Lightning Strike 360.
He jumped on the train and went off to find Crabbe and Goyle. Draco walked into a carriage with none other than Harry, Hermione and Ron in it.
'Well look it's Scar-head, Weasel and Mudblood' he drawled
Harry looked up 'Get lost Malfoy! We don't want you in here'
'What are you gonna do about it Potty?' Draco asked, drawing himself up to his full height and thrusting out his shoulders. Draco was not tall or very large, but he was fairly normal sized.
His white, blond hair glittering under the artificial lights and his stone, cold grey eyes daring Harry to make a move.
'Harry leave Draco alone' Hermione said as she stood up
Draco sneered 'I don't need a pesky little mudblood sticking up for me!'
He glared at her and saw at once he had gotten her mad, but what was that he saw in her eyes, was that a tiny hint of hurt? No way, that must have been his imagination
Hermione stood in front of him 'I know your family has been trying to keep it secret but I know about your father's death' she hissed
Draco looked at her 'Mudblood, do you think I care about my father's death? NO! I finally don't have the old man around telling me what to do!'
Hermione stared at him in disbelief 'I truly feel sorry for you Draco, your family doesn't love you, I mean take a look at your father'
Draco felt a pang of sadness hit him square in the stomach, but then he regained his composure 'You little inbred mudblood, I don't need you to feel sorry for me, why should you when I am perfectly happy!'
He stared at Hermione why did she still have that look on her face? It was pity, disbelief and something else, love maybe? No way! A girl who he always called mudblood wouldn't love him.
He turned and stormed out the door.
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The train grinded to a halt in front of Hogwarts, Draco grabbed his trunk and got out of the train. He walked across the cobbled stone path and into a green Slytherin carriage with his two numbskull bodyguards.
Draco sat down in the carriage and felt some thing brush his hand. It was a very old and yellowing piece of parchment, Draco thought it was a good idea if he didn't read it right now. So he tucked it into his pocket.
'What that?' asked Goyle (who was having trouble stringing two words together)
Draco just gave him a look, which even Goyle could work out meant none of your business.
Just then the carriage came to a halt in front of the entrance hall; Draco got out of the carriage and walked confidently into the entrance hall.
All of the girls turned and looked at Draco, he certainly had changed. His once scrawny body was now an average size and it was taught and toned, his mane of scruffy hair was smooth, trimmed neatly off at the top of his ears and his smooth, white, unblemished skin meant he was actually quite good looking.
Draco stopped once to talk to Ivory Missy, but that was only to converse in fluent French about her going back to Paris very soon.
All of a sudden he felt someone latch onto his arm, he looked down and saw a girl dressed in raggy robes, made of the cheapest material money could buy. Her mousy brown hair was dirty and unkempt.
'Ms. Parkinson kindly get off of me please' Draco said, trying to rid himself of the disgusting girl
'Draky, You know I love you. I am going to marry you Draky' Pansy cooed, scratching her head which sent a torrent of dandruff cascading down to the floor.
Draco pushed her aside 'Ms. Parkinson, I do not marry poor urchins like yourself. You are a disgrace to Slytherin.'
With that he strode off into the Great Hall for the feast.
Draco sat in silence as everyone ate, he was not hungry. He wanted to go up to his room, unpack his things and go to bed.
Just then Dumbledore stood up 'Friends, lend me your ears'
A torrent of rubber ears flew up to the stage. Those bloody Weasley twins!
'Very amusing Ms. Fiona and Chariot Weasley.' Said Dumbledore, smiling down at them.
Draco hated those two. It was hard to tell that they actually were Weasley's. Draco knew that they were Mr. Weasley's deceased brother's children. They both took after their mother.
Blond hair, silver eyes (the eyes of a pixie some say) and very mischievous.
All of a sudden every one got up and left the hall. Draco realized it must have been time to go up to their dormitories.
He got up and walked to the Slytherin portrait hole. A photo of a pretty Veela, stared down at him
'Hey sexy' she said, looking sultrily into his eyes. She was trying to put him under her spell, but he was part Veela too, so it didn't work on him.
'Hello ma'am, may I enter?' he asked politely
'Not until you give the Picture Witch a kiss' she said, bending down
'I'll give you something else, a present perhaps' he suggested
She gazed at him intently 'All right'
Draco quickly whipped out a paint brush and some paints 'Now once I've given you your gift you must let me through, for the rest of this year' he said, giving her the look which made all girls swoon.
'Ok' she said, gazing at him longingly
With that he began to paint. First on went a silver crown, embedded with emeralds. Then next came a long emerald dress, which Draco painted to look like one of the ones his mother's great grandmother had given her. It was tight around the top, with a low cut collar and some see-through silver material cascading from the elbows of her dress to her fingertips. The emerald material then puffed out like a triangle, which fell from her waist to about a couple of inches above the floor. The bottom was fringed with silver beads and sitting on her feet were a beautiful pair of silver slippers.
'Oh Draco' she cooed
He gathered up his painting equipment and stepped inside the portrait hole.
Draco walked past his mirror the next morning
'Wow, Hon your such a babe!' the mirror exclaimed in it's American accent, as Draco flicked his wand over himself (just to get rid of all those imperfections)
Draco looked at his mirror and smiled, he loved having girls falling all over him.
But not enough time to think about that, Draco had Quidditch practice today, so he grabbed his Lightning Strike 360 and walked down to the field.
Draco lent up against the stands flirting with Fleur Delacour. She was a Veela, but everyone knows that a guy Veela has more power over the opposite gender than the female one does!
Fleur was wearing a very tight, very tiny dress and she was leaning over the railing flirting with Draco.
'Oh Draco, you are very strong, yes?' she said in a husky whisper
Draco just smiled at her and nodded
'You know I love 'ansome guys' Fleur said, running a finger lightly along the railing
Just then Ron strutted over
'Why flirt with that loser when you can have me!' he exclaimed and Draco clearly saw that Fleur must have been working so hard to get her charm working on himself that she had over done it.
'Piss off Weasel!' Draco exclaimed
Ron quickly turned scarlet and ran over to Harry.
Draco jumped onto his broom and hovered so he was eye to eye with her
'God sometimes I really think Weasel and Potter are fags or something' Draco said
Fleur laughed 'Oh Draco you're zo funny!'
'I'd better go practice' said Draco boardly
Fleur looked disappointed and walked away.
Draco flew over to where Harry was hovering on his Firebolt
'You still got that old piece of junk Potter?' he said disgusted
Harry just ignored Draco
'Just a practice between the four houses seekers, hey?' Draco muttered 'We'll watch me kick ass!'
And with that he flew up and hovered in the air.
After about 5 minutes Draco spotted the Snitch, he also saw Hermione staring at him, Draco looked around. Harry was no where near him and she couldn't be staring at the other houses Seekers because they were girls.
Just then Draco saw Harry dive for the Snitch. Draco plummeted down to the glinting gold spot hovering a foot above the ground.
Oh no! Harry was going to get there first! Not if Draco could help it!
Draco placed his hands on the very tip of the broom handle and spiraled down towards the Snitch.
He past Harry in a burst of speed, reached out his hand and ………. Caught the Snitch!!!!!!!
Draco dismounted his broom lightly and called up to Harry.
'Firebolt, The best racing broom in the world? Best racing broom my ass!'
Harry solemnly flew over to his friends, Draco saw the surprised look on Ron's face and the upset one on Hermione's. But as she looked at Draco he saw something glinting in her eyes was something like Happiness, Triumph and love? But in a flash she turned away to comfort Harry.
Draco turned away confused with thought and walked back to the Slytherin Common room.