Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Harry Potter characters and everything about it belongs to the god of writing, JK Rowling. However, the plot is mine.
Author's Note: Hey! This is my second fanfiction ever. This is my first multi-chapter story, and yes, it is Dramione. My first fanfiction is called The List: A Dramione Oneshot, you all should totally check it out. This is really exciting! Anyway, this takes place during Half Blood Prince. I will be kind of obeying the plot line the wonderful JK Rowling came up with, but some of the details for things might be changed to better fit the story. I plan to update once a week, but I might be earlier or later it all depends on how much homework I have. Please review giving me feedback and suggestions! Without further ado, I give you chapter one of His Sixth, His First!
His Sixth, His First
Chapter One: The Hogwarts Express
It was the start of term and Draco Malfoy was pacing in his compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott accompanied him. They were his true best friends. Everyone assumed that his two dense bodyguards, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, were his real friends, but Draco could never have an intelligent conversation with them. So, Blaise and Theodore (Teddy for short) became his best mates. This would be his sixth year at Hogwarts, his sixth year not home with his father all day, his sixth year with his best friends in his true home, his sixth year loathed by the girl he loved, and his first as a death eater.
Over the summer break his father, Lucius Malfoy, had forced him to become a death eater. "Follow in the footsteps of the other Malfoys," and "honor the family name," were constantly said by Lucius to Draco. Draco's father had taught him to hate. He had been beaten until he agreed to be branded with the Dark Mark and become a death eater. His mother had tried to persuade Lucius not to make him, after all, he was only a boy. Narcissa had backed down though, after being struck numerous times across the face until Lucius remembered he had a wand and cursed her until she lay unconscious on the floor. Bruises had formed and blood spilled into a puddle at her side. Draco remembered that awful day. He remembered clutching his mother, who had tried to stand up to that awful excuse of a husband and father, and he wept until his father yanked him up and yelled that Malfoy men did not cry.
That was the night he was initiated. He passed the test to become a death eater and as a reward earned a painful, dark skull tattoo on his left forearm. Draco hated the tattoo. It was a reminder of how he was too weak to stand up to his father and the monster he, like his father, now served. Draco never wanted to be a death eater. He didn't want to kill innocent people or hate others because of their blood status. His mother taught him that. She said, "Love someone until they give you a reason not to, then love them even more because maybe your love will make them love too." Draco never fully understood it. He hated his Dark Lord and didn't see how Voldemort or his father could love because Draco loved them. He didn't question his mother though because she was one of the two women he loved.
He knew the other would never love him back. Four compartments down, this girl was laughing merrily with her friends, oblivious to the fact that a pale blond was overwhelmingly, uncontrollably, in love with her. He had been in love with her since their first year at Hogwarts. Draco refused to accept his feelings at first. He called her names, begging himself to hate her. Hating her would be better than loving her and never being loved back. It wasn't until second year when he called her a particularly foul word and he saw the tears welling up in her big, brown, owl-like eyes, that he realized that he liked her and had ruined his chances of ever getting the most gorgeous girl he had ever known. Not that he could ever have her. If his father found out that his son, the Malfoy heir, was in love with a muggle born he would lose his mind. Draco shuddered to think what might happen to him. So, Draco watched the only girl he would ever love grow to hate his guts. To protect his aching heart, he would spit rude comment after rude comment, regretting each remark.
Teddy and Blaise knew Draco was in love with Hermione Granger. The three had been best friends for years and had noticed his slight smiles when she entered the room and the obvious guilt when he insulted her. They felt bad for Draco and how he would never get the girl he had fantasized about for years. Teddy was the first to realize that Draco's feelings for the beautiful brunette were more than just a teenage crush. It was when they were in fourth year during the Triwizard Tournament. The three had stayed up exceptionally late and were all a bit delusional. They were contemplating whom they were going to ask to the yule ball.
All three could get any Slytherin girl they wanted, as they were easily the most popular, coming from three of the most widely respected pureblood families. Blaise was going to take his girlfriend, Alexandra Flint, another Slytherin fourth year at that time. Teddy figured that he would ask one of his many admirers to go with him. Draco talked about a pretty brunette he wished to take, but then realized what he was saying and refused to speak. Teddy, the more curious of the two, pestered him about it for weeks until they were in their dormitory and Draco screamed, "It's bloody Granger! Now, will you leave me the hell alone?!" Teddy shocked didn't respond and left Draco to himself.
Blaise had found out eventually when Teddy told Blaise what Draco had confessed to him. Draco found out that both of them knew after Blaise had confronted him. Teddy was given the cold shoulder for weeks until Draco came around and realized that Teddy only told Blaise because he would hate to have a secret between only two of them. The trio never mentioned Malfoy's love for Hermione after that incident. They were all quite aware, but for Draco's sake, they kept it to themselves.
Draco was snapped back to reality when Teddy said, "What plans does the Dark Lord have for you? I mean surely he has-" Draco, upset with the question, walked out to get some fresh air, leaving his two friends, and Teddy in mid-sentence.
Four compartments down, Hermione Granger was laughing with her best friends. Neville Longbottom was sitting across from her next to Ron and Harry was next to Hermione. Hermione stood up and said, "I'll be back, I want to go see Ginny." Hermione exited their train compartment and went in search of her girl friend. Hermione saw a glimpse of flaming red hair through a window a few compartments down. She quickly slid open the door only to see Ginny snogging Dean Thomas, another Gryffindor sixth year. Ginny and Dean quickly broke apart and Hermione, stammering, said, "I- uh- I'll- j- just be going then!" She hurriedly slid the door shut not giving the couple time to respond and started to walk back to her compartment.
Lost in her thoughts she bumped into someone. She looked up to apologize, only to see Malfoy. Oh, how she hated him. Since first year, he had constantly teased her about her blood status and appearance. When she looked up into his eyes, she thought they looked soft and kind, but then they flickered to a hard glare and any thoughts about his gaze were soon replaced by a fiery insult he shot at her.
"I know you look like you are part squirrel, but seriously Granger? I didn't think you had the mind of one. I mean the nerve you have to bump into me of all people... oh look now I have to wash the mudblood off my robes," retorted Malfoy. Hermione bit back tears and pushed past Malfoy into her compartment. First, she embarrassed herself by barging in on Ginny and Dean, and now Malfoy was already making fun of her. She entered her compartment and sat down. She wiped the tears away from the corners of her eyes while chuckling at a joke Ron had made.
Harry turned to Hermione and saw she was crying, concerned he asked, "What's wrong 'Mione?"
"Nothing, just Malfoy," she replied with a sniff.
"He's a real git, don't let him bother you, you are much better than him." Hermione nodded and pulled her robes out of her trunk. She changed in the small restroom on the train and then went back to her compartment to catch up with her friends.
Draco cursed himself for being so rude to Hermione. He couldn't believe he had compared her to a squirrel and dropped the "m-word" again. He hated himself for saying such harsh things, but even though his heart knew he liked her, his head wasn't ready to admit it. He regretted saying that to her, but then he shook his head as if to clear the guilt and set his jaw. He thought, "Nope, no way, I am not going to be nice to the muggleborn. She hangs out with Potty, the Boy Who Freaking Lived, and Weasel, the blood traitor. That girl does not deserve my time and kindness." He went back to his compartment and sat down across from Blaise and Teddy. Ignoring his friends the rest of the train ride and let his thoughts drift to Granger.
When they arrived at Hogsmeade, Draco and the other prefects were the last ones off the train. They had to stay back to make sure everyone got in the carriages and no one was left behind. This included Pansy Parkinson (miraculously), Anthony Goldstein, Padma Patil, Hannah Abbot, Ernie McMillan, the Weasel, and not surprisingly, Granger. The eight of them were the last ones to leave to go up to Hogwarts in the carriages.
Finally, the group of prefects were the only ones left. They turned to the carriages and saw that only two were left, the houses would have to share. Anthony Goldstein yelled out, "We call the Hufflepuffs!" For he knew any carriage ride the Gryffindors and Slytherins had to share would be really entertaining. The two Gryffindor prefects and the two Slytherin prefects clambered in, grumbling about the arrangement, and sat down.
The first few minutes of the ride were unbearable. No one talked and they all stared at the trees on the edge of the forest. Finally, Pansy broke the tension by whining, "Drakey-poo! It is chilly out here. Will you give me your coat, Drakey-poo?"
Malfoy shoved the annoying girl and growled, "For the last time do not call me that horrendous nickname you insufferable, clingy, woman! And no I will not give you my coat!" The Gryffindors stifled laughs as the shocked Pansy Parkinson turned away, hurt by his coldness. Pansy huffed and refused to acknowledge Draco for the rest of the trip. Ron and Hermione chatted, careful not to say anything in front of Malfoy they might regret later. Draco allowed his thoughts to wander to the brunette across from him. Has her nose always crinkled that way when she laughs? It is quite adorable. Oh my god Draco! Pull yourself together. She is beneath you. I wonder if she would ever consider me as anything other than the superior Slytherin snob. No, she could never, not after everything you have done to her and her precious friends. But I wonder? Maybe if I was nicer. No. Stop it Draco! You are not in love with the mudblood. Yes, I am. Oh lord, I am. I really am. But you can't be. You are dating that awful, whiny Pansy. I need to get rid of her, but father says that I must keep the blood pure.
The four prefects had arrived at the castle and they hopped out of the carriage. They went to go retrieve their trunks from the small pile remaining, and carry them up to the castle. Hermione's somehow got lodged between two large rocks, and she couldn't get it out. Malfoy thought to help her and started to reach down and help her dislodge her trunk. Something pulled him away though, and he watched with utter loathing as the Weasel helped Hermione and received a peck on the cheek as thanks. He was shocked though, he couldn't believe that he had almost helped Hermione. He could have been mocked forever. Who knows what the other purebloods would say if they found out that he had touched the mudblood's suitcase. He would be shunned. They would all laugh at him, Draco Malfoy, prince of Slytherin.
He turned to look at the something that yanked him away. A certain whiny something had pulled him away from the mudblood. "Drakey-poo," Pansy called, "carry my trunk up to the castle, will you? You are my boyfriend after all." Malfoy grumbled and instead of doing what she asked, he stormed off to the castle in a huff. So far this year was awful. First, becoming a death eater. Then, having to endure Pansy as a girlfriend. Now, he had to fight the urge to grab the mudblood and snog her senseless. Curse his life. Curse everyone.
He sat by Blaise and Teddy during the feast. Blaise, Teddy, and the rest of the Slytherin table were joking and catching up with each other. Teddy was telling a funny story about his summer trip to Rome and how he got lost in the muggle part. Draco didn't comment on any remarks or laugh at any of their jokes. He was ready for the end of the school year and classes hadn't even started. He knew this year would be hard. He was going to have to murder the greatest wizard of all time, or be killed himself.
Author's Note: I hope you liked it! Chapter two is coming soon! Please review!
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