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The Extra Malfoy

Draco Malfoy sat up in bed. He groaned with lack of sleep.

"Draco!" he heard his mother call. "Get down here at once!" Draco took his time getting up, despite all the calls from his mother, which seemed to be getting louder and louder. He had said alright, but he didn't get to his other until ten minutes later. "Honestly, Draco. Anyone could of though you said alright in your sleep! It's been ten minutes, and I said at once. I meant it. You do not want to push my limits. Spanking is the best punishment. Wait to you get really naughty, and hell will rain down on you." She said angrily.

"Yes mother." Draco said, not quite getting what it had to do with anything.

"The post is here, and your new Timebender has arrived. Also, your father wants to talk to you about something…" as Narcissa Malfoy finished speaking, she looked away from Draco, into the dining room. Draco guessed it was where his father was.

His new Timebender was great, but the conversation with his father was not. "Draco, I am most disappointed in you yet again. How can Granger keep getting top of the class? You need to get in front. She's a mudblood, for god's sake." Draco nodded.

"I know, father. It's just,"

"Just what? She's too good? Well, no son of mine says anything along the lines of that."

"I never said that, father. It's just that she has a thing."

"Whatever. Go and fly your Timebender."

Draco made eye contact with his father for the first time during their conversation. "Yes father."

Draco loved flying. It did so many things. It helped him with Quidditch; he thought about things deeply while he was in the air, it made him feel relaxed and most importantly, he worked things out while flying.

For instance, when he was eight, he was flying around on Christmas Eve to see Santa Claus. From nine thirty pm til seven thirty am on Christmas, he stayed awake. No Santa Claus. But his mother wasn't that happy about him finding out. He then requested what he wanted all the time until his first year at Hogwarts, when "Santa" stopped giving him presents. Another time was when he was having Quidditch practise in his second year. He realised that he could peek on the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff common rooms from the Quidditch pitch.

That time he realised something that almost wanted to make him choke himself. It had been there since his first year, this feeling, but it never occurred to him that it would be something so severe. He knew he had to keep it a secret. After six years at Hogwarts, he realised what the warm feeling was. It only happened when he was around her. He was in love.

Draco nearly fell off his broom. He hadn't thought deeply enough to realise something so major before. He had done it to find out birthday presents, whether or not his mother had bought the latest thing he wanted. But never anything so major. He wished he had a sibling to tell it to. Crabbe and Goyle were his friends, not his little secret keeper. Besides, every secret he had told Crabbe and Goyle, they mentioned it to Pansy Parkinson.

"Goodbye darling!" Draco's mother called. Draco glared at her.

"Don't! You're embarrassing me!" he hissed. Narcissa gave him an apologetic smile, and waved from outside the train. Draco sat back down in his seat next to Pansy. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing, my mother was just being annoying." Draco gazed out of the window at the fast approaching landscape. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting across from them. Draco must have been staring out the window for thirty minutes at least, because that's when the trolley usually stopped at their carriage.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?" said the lady, as she did every year. Pansy shook her head, Crabbe ordered a Cauldron Cake and a Chocolate Frog, and Goyle bought a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. When it came to Draco's turn, the others turned their heads to look at him. He stopped looking out the window to order. "Can I please have a Sugar Quill?" he asked.

"What colour?" she lady replied.

"Um, green?" he asked. The trolley lady handed him the lollipop and he paid her three sickles. He opened the wrapper happily, as if seeing the candy for the first time. As he popped into his mouth, Pansy asked him,

"Why aren't you speaking to us, Draco?"

"Hmm? Oh, um. I'm just tired." He lied. It really was about his… thing. But he couldn't bring himself to even think her name.

The rest of the train ride was boring, and Draco finished his Sugar Quill just in time for the end of the train ride. He jumped into a thestral-drawn carriage.

He applauded each new Slytherin. They had odd names. Frederica was the weirdest. But there was Slavonia, Neston, Greyness and Katniss as well. As a prefect, he had to direct the first years to their common room.

Slavonia kept on asking him about the portraits on the walls, because her family, although pureblood, despised them and had none at all. Draco was getting sick of it, but not as much as he was getting sick of Katniss gloating about how her name was famous because it was a plant, and that some Muggle had written a trilogy with the same name. Neston and Greyness had their arms around each other the whole time, chatting together about all the fun they were going to have. It didn't bother Draco though, because they respected him by being quiet as they spoke.

When they finally got to the Slytherin common room, Draco ran as fast as he could up the stairs to his dormitory. He didn't bother changing that night. But his dreams were haunted by a nightmare.

He was going to class, when a girl tripped and he helped her up. He piled her books back up in her hands. Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle were horrified, but he didn't mind in his nightmare. He had helped up Loony Lovegood. Goyle got mad at him in his nightmare, and in their dorm, he punched him square in the face. But a fantasy girl was worried about him when he had a bruise on his forehead the next day.

Draco cursed himself. How on earth could he have fallen in love with Hermione Granger?