Okay, so WOW. haven't done this in a while. I have read diligently, but haven't felt inspired enough to write anything. But hark, the herald angles sing! Here is my story, I hope it's a hell of a lot better than the first one. I have had the most amazing english teacher this year, so my guess would be that it will be. Please read, and I appreciate that reviewing take timme and thought, but we all need to exercise our brain cells. Love ya!
THE GIRL WITH A DRAGON TATOO
Draco Malfoy was happy. Happy to be away from the suffocating Manor, with his despicable father, and ever doting mother. Happy that, now that the war had finished and all Death Eaters were being investigated, and when he returned to Malfoy Manor, his father might not be there to torture him. Happy that all students were allowed to repeat there last year of Hogwarts, as a sort of apology for allowing the school to get so far out of control last year. Draco had HATED his last year at Hogwarts. His mian reason for liking Hogwarts was because it was an escape form the hellhole that was his life. Last year brought that life to Hogwarts with him. So he was happy that this year would be like all the others, and he could be happy once again.
Then there was the matter of him being appointed Head Boy. When he received his letter, he was thrilled and shocked. He had honestly forgotten all about the Heads, but once he thought about it he realized the was really the only candidate for Head Boy. He just wondered who would be Head Girl. He knew in his heart that it would be Granger. Hell, he knew it in his head. What he didn't know was how his head felt about it. He had decided on that fateful night, just outside the Room of Requirement, when Potter and his gang, The Golden Trio, they were calling them now, had saved his life, that he would befriend them. He still didn't understand why they had saved him, but he figured after all the shit he had dished to them, they deserved him doing a couple nice things for them. Besides, they seemed like genuinely okay people. Granger was a different story. He had long stopped believing in the load of mudblood versus pureblood bullshit his father preached. He had honestly no idea what to think of her. She was smart, cunning, (quite a good Slytherin candidate, actually) and after all the torture he put her through, after watching him stand by and watch her get tortured in his own house, she saved him.
Remembering that night scared him like nothing he had ever experienced. Watching that psychopath that was his aunt torture her, something had changed inside of him. It felt like his heart was being cut out of his chest in the most painful way possible, and he wanted to save her. He knew he would die if he did, but he didn't care. It was like he would rather die than see her in pain. He had looked to his mother, and in locking eyes with her, he watched her read his raw emotions, and watched her eyes fill with tears. He watched as she put him in a full Body Bind curse, her eyes remorseful, apologizing, and yet proud that he had finally seen the light, and then he watched as she left, leaving him to watch the torturing of one Hermione Granger. It was something that haunted his dreams every night, the inexplicable feeling coursing through his head, his veins, his soul. He woke up every night screaming, wishing for it to stop, wishing there was something he could do, wishing for anything. He hoped, boy did he hope, that returning to Hogwarts would stifle his nightmares. It always did before. Hogwarts stifled all of his nightmares before, of his despicably childhood. Secretly, he also hoped that seeing her, alive, breathing, reading in the library, laughing with Potter, and giggling with Weaselette would save him. With that hope in his head, he boarded the train.