A/N : Ok. I'm so sorry! I haven't continued my other fan fiction entrees. I have given them to a friend of mine so he could finish it himself (Yes, he's a real guy). I couldn't continue writing those stories due to a fleeting imagination. But, I made sure that this one won't be fleeting…I hope…oh well, here goes nothing…
A quick reminder, Harry Potter belongs to our glorious queen, J.K Rowling. And English is, and always be, just my fourth language…sucks right? Please, bear with my spelling and grammar mistakes…I accept constructive criticism, and if you send out flames, please be gentle…please…ok, I'm rambling on with it! Hope you enjoy!
Everyone will be a bit…ok, a lot OC in this story. Set 6th year at Hogwarts, loose from the original plot.
**Hermione has always been the quiet Slytherin, not many notice her, until the day Draco became the chosen one of the Dark Lord. What does it have to do with her? What is her role in the maelstrom of events? Will they pull through, or will they remain scarred for life?**
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"Draco!" the irritatingly high-pitched voice of one Pansy Parkinson rose above the normal noise of the Great Hall, stopping everyone in their tracks to look in the couple's direction, or in today's case, "ex-couple" would be a more appropriate term. "You can't break up with me!"
"I just did." Draco nonchalantly and turned back to Blaise and Theo to continue their disrupted conversation.
"You can't! What about last night? Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
He rolled his eyes. "You were merely a night's lay, good for a night and none other. Now run along with your other…friends."
"Aaargh!" She shrieked like a banshee and stomped towards the Great Hall's oak doors. "You'll come back for me and I'll make sure of it!"
Blasie chuckled. "The pug never learns."
"You say bad things about her, yet she is one of our own house." Theo chastised, though he, too, was laughing.
"Unfortunately, my good Theo. Unfortunately."
They laughed it off and went back to their abandoned breakfast.
A few moments of companionable silence, Blaise spoke up. "You know," he started while tossing a helpless sausage around his plate. "I heard mother and father talking about the Dark Lord last summer."
Draco stiffened upon hearing their new topic of conversation.
"They said he has chosen someone from our year to kill the old goat Dumbledore."
"No way! That would mean he's the first Death Eater in our year!"
"Hush down, Theo! We need not everyone knowing about anything of this! What do you say, Draco?"
Setting down his fork and knife, he stood up and replied, "I call bullshit!" before storming out of the hall heading back to the dungeons.
"Can't say I blame him, he should've been the chosen one." Blaise continued eating. "He is after all, son of the Dark Lord's right-hand man.
But Draco thought he opposite.
Why did it have to be him? Why was all the burden put on his shoulders when he could even barely stand? Was it all because he was a Malfoy? Was it really just because he was the only son of the Dark Lord's puppet?
Before he knew it, he was in front of the stone wall of the cellars, the entrance to the Slytherin dungeons. He hissed the password and as soon as the entrance gave way, he headed straight to his room.
A perk he enjoyed as son of Lucius Malfoy when he was young was that he was allowed his private quarters. Now, it was a reminder of his loneliness in his given mission. All eyes were on him now. One wrong move and the Dark Lord will have his head on a silver platter.
He shouted his rage onto the room, shoving desks and kicking furniture everywhere, not even the four-poster bed was spared. In mere minutes, everything was broken, feather fluttering everywhere, still his anger did not dissipate in the least.
Somehow during the process, the left sleeve of his robes was torn, revealing the accursed thing Draco wanted nothing more than to be rid of. It was this mark, the glaring reminder that he had a mission, and he had no choice but to follow through it.
A timid knock from the locked door brought him out of his reverie, but he made no move to open it, opting instead to shout at the student brave enough to disturb him. " GO THE HELL AWAY!"
He heard a small whisper of Alohomora and his door clicked open.
Prepared and uncaring, Draco picked up a vase that somehow managed to survive his rage and threw it first instant the student entered the door. He expected the intruder to be Blaise or Theo, instead, what met the floor with a loud thud was one of the students in his year named Hermione Granger.
And she was losing blood. Fast.
A/N : The flames! They burn! Oh well, guess I deserved that…hoho…here's my first chapter! Too short, I know, and for that I apologize! Cookies?
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