Chapter one
(The first part is a bit boring… it'll get going when I get into it… and I let all the evil demons out! Just to say now… I am British/Irish so my spelling and grammar will be different to you Americans you'll just have to ignore them and try not to complain! Thank you! J)
"Come on!" Draco yelled grabbing Hermione's arm and dragging her away.
"No! I can't leave-" she began but Draco had cut in.
"Potter has told me to get you out of here and I'll be damned if I'm not gonna do it! Now come on!" Draco pulled her through the empty streets of Hogsmeade not looking back to see if Harry was OK.
He did feel bad leaving Harry and Ron to fight the Deatheaters on their own but Harry had told him to take Hermione and run back to get Dumbledore. Draco had obeyed because he wanted to get Hermione to safety and also to get Dumbledore to stop the fight before someone got killed.
Draco had just led Hermione around a corner when he skidded to a halt. Standing before them with a satisfied grin on his face, was Lord Voldemort.
"Where are you kids running off to in such a hurry?" he asked, still grinning.
Draco's mouth went dry but he still managed to spit out, "Back off!"
Voldemort's expression didn't change, "Are you threatening me, boy?"
Draco pushed Hermione behind him and glared up at Voldemort but remained silent. Fear had frozen his ability to speak.
Voldemort used magic to throw Draco roughly away into a stone wall. Hermione screamed at this but screamed louder when Voldemort grabbed her wrist.
"You're coming with me. I have some use for you!" he grinned malevolently.
Draco staggered up, using the wall to lean on, and rubbed his throbbing head. He looked up when he heard Hermione's scream get louder. He saw Voldemort dragging Hermione away, back to where they were both running from in the first place.
Draco wasn't going to let Voldemort have this one. "LEAVE HER ALONE!" he cried as he started running after them.
Voldemort turned round and pointed his wand at Draco with his free hand, "Crucio!"
Draco collapsed where he was standing as the pain shot through him like an electric shock. Draco was kneeling on the ground and biting his bottom lip to stop himself from yelling from that unbearable pain. He didn't want to show any weakness to give Voldemort the satisfaction. It was hard, so very hard. He found himself beginning to crack and so he finally gave in and began to yell loudly and was just about to totally collapse to the ground when Voldemort took the curse off him. The relief made Draco fall forward as he gasped for breath.
Voldemort put his wand under Draco's chin and lifted his head up. Draco saw that Hermione was crying and it hurt him to see that. He then turned his head slightly to see Voldemort staring down at him with an expression of hate on his pale, thin face.
"Don't think that just because you are the son of one of my best Deatheaters that I won't kill you! All I see when I look at you is the filthy little traitor that you are and I don't like traitors. You step in my way again and I'll kill you. Got it?" Voldemort snarled.
Draco swallowed hard when Voldemort took his wand away and began to drag Hermione away again.
Draco sat in thought for a moment. His reactions made up his mind before his head did and he headed off after them at a fast run. Once Draco was up close he pulled out his penknife from his pocket and before Voldemort could point his wand at him, Draco had got him in the arm that was holding Hermione.
Voldemort loosened his grip and began to cry out in pain. Draco took his opportunity and took Hermione by the hand to lead her back to safety.
"I feel like a Quidditch ball!" she tried to laugh but the situation prevented her from doing so.
Draco felt sore all over but that didn't stop him from getting away. He heard Voldemort's cry of anger behind him.
"You'll regret that, Malfoy!" After a while he added, "You will soon return to my side boy! You will come crawling back begging for forgiveness!"
Draco turned to see how far away they were to see if they could slow down. They weren't, they could never be away far enough. Draco turned round and stopped in confusion.
Hermione was gone and he had suddenly appeared in the forbidden forest. Draco spun around on the spot and just saw trees and darkness in all directions. He began to panic when someone came up behind him and began to squeeze his shoulders in a comforting way. Draco relaxed slightly but was still scared, he didn't know who it was. He could tell that it wasn't Hermione, the grip was too strong but it was the touch of a girl, he could tell that much.
He was just about to turn around to see who it was when he felt a sharp pain on the side of his neck. He began to cry out into the darkness but he knew that no one would hear…
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Draco blinked to open his eyes properly but sleep was still heavy over him and so he just turned over and yawned.
That night had come back to haunt him in his dreams for a week now and it never stopped terrorising him. The only part of the dream that was unfamiliar was the part from where he was in the forest, he wasn't in the forest that night. After running from Voldemort, Draco and Hermione had went straight to Dumbledore and had stayed in the Great Hall together. What Voldemort had called after them still popped up in Draco's mind every time he cleared his head. You'll regret that, Malfoy! You will soon return to my side, boy! You will come crawling back begging for forgiveness!
Draco finally opened his eyes and flinched from the morning's bright sunlight after so much darkness. He randomly felt about for his alarm clock to see what time it was. Eventually he found it and he sat up to see it properly.
6:59 AM.
Draco groaned and muttered, "Typical!" to himself as he buried himself under the covers again.
He had barely retreated back to the comfort of his bed when he heard that infernal bleeping telling him, "Come on! It's seven o' clock! Wake up you lazy bastard!"
Draco groaned again just as he automatically reached out and threw the alarm clock across the room. That'll shut it up! He thought smugly.
"Uh?!" A dull, monotone voice cut through the silence, "What was that?"
Draco winced. Please don't say I hit Crabbe or Goyle!
All of the Slytherins were giving Draco grief after him betraying Voldemort but grief and torture was the best of it, a lot of the Slytherins gave Draco brutal beatings and two of those people were Crabbe and Goyle. They would use any excuse to get at him, hopefully throwing an alarm clock at one of them won't spark a fire!
"Hey, Malfoy, this is your alarm clock!" Draco looked up. It was Goyle he had hit.
"Yeah and I would like it back thanks!"
"Why did you throw it at me?"
"It was a coincidence that it hit you, now let's just forget it!" Draco was trying not to get into a fight and get hurt this early in the morning.
Goyle wasn't letting it go. "Yeah right! You did it on purpose!"
Draco couldn't understand what the big deal was. Goyle was obviously just looking for a fight. "It was a bloody alarm clock! You'd think I'd hit you with a brick the way you're getting on! What would I gain from purposely hitting you with an alarm clock anyway? You're just looking for a fight and I know it… just let it go for God's sake!"
Draco got up and headed for the showers he had just reached the door out of the dormitory when something sharp and painful struck him on the back of his head and hit the floor with a thud mixed with of a cling. Draco turned around slowly and saw the alarm clock lying on the ground beside him.
Just a few weeks to go… and you're free… just a few more weeks! Draco thought as he sighed. "Oh! Very mature Goyle!" he said as he picked up the alarm clock and threw it back on his bed.
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"Good morning Draco!" Hermione called cheerfully from the top of the main staircase as Draco was walking out of the Slytherin dungeons. She was on her way to breakfast with Ron because Harry was being kept prisoner in the hospital wing because of a few cracked ribs.
"What's so good about it?" Draco moaned as he trailed his hand through his hair, which was still wet.
"Rough morning?" she asked clinging onto his arm.
"Don't give him any sympathy! He's like this every morning!" Ron shook his head and walked on into the Great Hall.
"Just ignore him. He still can't get round the fact that you saved his life!" she laughed.
Draco smiled, "And I'm not going to let him hear the end of it!"
Hermione's nose wrinkled up. "Do I smell… glue?"
Draco pulled away from her and sighed. "This is why my morning has been crap. First Goyle throws a clock at me because he thought that I purposely threw one at him."
"Did you?"
"No, it just so happened to find it's way over to his face! Then, when I went for a shower, they must've pre-planned this, they poured glue into my shampoo bottle. Not very original, I know, but still dead annoying and evil. Then they stole my wand so I couldn't dry my hair and I still haven't got it back!" Draco glared.
"Awe! Poor Draco!" Hermione hugged him. "You are so good to put up with all this!"
"I have no choice in the matter!"
Hermione was about to say something when someone called Draco's name.
"Oi! Malfoy! You want this back then do ya?"
Draco looked over at the door to the Slytherin dungeons and saw one of his class mates brandishing his wand in front of him.
"Excuse me for a moment," Draco whispered to Hermione before he turned round and chased the other boy done into the dungeons yelling, "GIVE IT BACK YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
Hermione shook her head. At least the worst is over. Now all he has to do is survive school!
(See? B-o-r-i-n-g! I swear once I get the vampires into it, it'll get going!)