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Draco's true love
/chapter 1/ *=thought
Draco and the rest are in their 5th year.
*You don't have to talk to her,* Draco thought putting his trunk in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express, *just pass by her and don't say anything to her friends.* Draco got off the train to say goodbye to his parents. "Maybe just hi", he mumbled.
"What dear", his mother asked startling him?
"What", Draco said pulling his mind back to reality, "oh nothing just thinking of what to say when I see one of those disgusting mudbloods". Draco looked over at his father who nodded his approval.
"Well Dumbledore can't be headmaster forever, he's getting on in his age. When he's gone maybe there'll be a decent headmaster at Hogwarts. One who'll get rid of all those mudbloods like that Ganger brat".
"Best be on your way Draco", Mr. Malfoy said ignoring his wife's comments, "train's about to leave".
"Be good Draco", Mrs. Malfoy said holding her son, and "I love you".
"Ok", Draco said letting go, "I love you too mum". "Goodbye father", he said turning to his father, 'please hug me,' he thought desperately.
"Goodbye Draco", his father said, "you'd better get on the train, it's time for you to leave". "Ok", Draco said as he got on the train. The whistle blew and he went to the window.
"Well, well, well if it isn't Draco. All alone and helpless", someone said from the doorway. Draco spun around. Fred and George Weasley were standing in the threshold. Both had their wands out, smiling. Except there grins sent shivers down Draco's spine.
Draco walked forward, wanting nothing more than to leave. Fred moved in front of him blocking his path.
"You want to leave don't you?" Fred asked. Draco nodded. "Too bad", George said his voice ice cold.
Fred took out his wand and mumbled something. Draco wasn't listening. He was more worried about what was going to happen. He still hadn't forgot about last year. Fred's spell hit Draco hard in the chest, knocking him over. "Didn't do it right," George mumbled.
Before he could get up George walked over to him, malice in his eyes. George put one of his boots on Draco's chest pinning him to the floor. Before he could even try and stop it George slammed his other boot into Draco's face. Blood gushed from his nose.
"George," Fred hissed urgently, "someone's coming, I think." George turned to Draco, "Don't think this is over." He stepped off Draco and headed toward the door. "Don't think this is over," Fred whispered as he shut the door behind him.
Draco lay on the floor trying desperately not to cry. He could feel the motions of the train beneath him, and it calmed him slightly yet never easing the pain. *Door,* he thought. But before he could do anything the door opened again.
"Hermione," he uttered before he passed-out.
a/n: please review, even flames will be good. Let me know something
Draco's true love
/chapter 1/ *=thought
Draco and the rest are in their 5th year.
*You don't have to talk to her,* Draco thought putting his trunk in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express, *just pass by her and don't say anything to her friends.* Draco got off the train to say goodbye to his parents. "Maybe just hi", he mumbled.
"What dear", his mother asked startling him?
"What", Draco said pulling his mind back to reality, "oh nothing just thinking of what to say when I see one of those disgusting mudbloods". Draco looked over at his father who nodded his approval.
"Well Dumbledore can't be headmaster forever, he's getting on in his age. When he's gone maybe there'll be a decent headmaster at Hogwarts. One who'll get rid of all those mudbloods like that Ganger brat".
"Best be on your way Draco", Mr. Malfoy said ignoring his wife's comments, "train's about to leave".
"Be good Draco", Mrs. Malfoy said holding her son, and "I love you".
"Ok", Draco said letting go, "I love you too mum". "Goodbye father", he said turning to his father, 'please hug me,' he thought desperately.
"Goodbye Draco", his father said, "you'd better get on the train, it's time for you to leave". "Ok", Draco said as he got on the train. The whistle blew and he went to the window.
"Well, well, well if it isn't Draco. All alone and helpless", someone said from the doorway. Draco spun around. Fred and George Weasley were standing in the threshold. Both had their wands out, smiling. Except there grins sent shivers down Draco's spine.
Draco walked forward, wanting nothing more than to leave. Fred moved in front of him blocking his path.
"You want to leave don't you?" Fred asked. Draco nodded. "Too bad", George said his voice ice cold.
Fred took out his wand and mumbled something. Draco wasn't listening. He was more worried about what was going to happen. He still hadn't forgot about last year. Fred's spell hit Draco hard in the chest, knocking him over. "Didn't do it right," George mumbled.
Before he could get up George walked over to him, malice in his eyes. George put one of his boots on Draco's chest pinning him to the floor. Before he could even try and stop it George slammed his other boot into Draco's face. Blood gushed from his nose.
"George," Fred hissed urgently, "someone's coming, I think." George turned to Draco, "Don't think this is over." He stepped off Draco and headed toward the door. "Don't think this is over," Fred whispered as he shut the door behind him.
Draco lay on the floor trying desperately not to cry. He could feel the motions of the train beneath him, and it calmed him slightly yet never easing the pain. *Door,* he thought. But before he could do anything the door opened again.
"Hermione," he uttered before he passed-out.
a/n: please review, even flames will be good. Let me know something