All You Wanted
Chapter 1:A little Bird
"Hermione wait!" Harry Potter called through the crowded hallway as he ran as fast as he could towards the retreating back of Hermione Granger, his best friend and girlfriend. But she never turned, just pushed quickly past the students rushing to class. Most stopped to see what the famous Harry Potter was yelling about in the middle of the charms hallway, but Harry ignored the curious stares as he made a mad dash towards the crying Hermione.
She was running faster than Harry had thought possible, Hermione never seemed the fast type. More of the bookish indoors girl, but she could hold up her own in a race, or, in this case, a chase. The bell rang and Harry hesitated, he knew Hermione wouldn't want to miss a class, but under the circumstances she might not care. He was about to continue his chase when Flitwick looked out into the hall from his classroom.
"Is there a problem Mr. Potter? I'm about to start the class." The teacher's high-pitched voice caught Harry off guard and by the time he looked back in the direction of Hermione's route, she was gone, and could have gone down a number of hallways.
"No Professor, I'm coming."
*
Hermione Granger kept running long after she could no longer hear Harry calling after her. She was surprised the distance she had traveled, all the way from the astronomy tower, to where she finally stopped to take a breath in the Transfiguration hallway. She was especially surprised because she had been crying the whole way. She couldn't believe it. He had done it again. After he had promised never to do it again, that she was the one, that there was no one else. When she opened the heavy door to the astronomy tower and saw Harry and Ginny kissing, not just kissing but full frontal snogging, when she looked up from her star chart and felt her stomach drop and her heart ripped to pieces. All she could think about was running, getting away, from him, and getting away from the pain.
Hermione sank to the floor as a fresh wave of tears crashed past her eyes and fell down her tear-streaked cheeks. She pulled her knees up against her chest and sobbed into her hands. The pain was still there, she hadn't left it on the astronomy as she had hoped, it was in her and eating her up. She thought he loved her, that he couldn't live without her. He had said so much more then that, holding her, looking into her eyes. How could he lie like that, looking into her eyes, into her heart, her soul? She hated him, she hated that she still loved him, even through all the pain. She was ashamed, she had trusted him after the first time she caught him with another girl.
It had been Cho Chang, a week after they had started dating she caught him kissing her in the library. He said it was to make sure of his feelings, to make sure there were no feelings left for Cho. That was almost a year ago, a year next week, a year October 12.
They spent their whole 5th year together and now, so suddenly, she felt alone.
*
Draco Malfoy sat back in his chair, tipping it lazily. Advanced Transfiguration was a drag. It was a mixed class, mostly Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students. He was the only Slytherin and there were absolutely no Hufflepuffs. Professor McGonagall was going on and on about the dangers of transfiguring a human into any form of insect. They had gone through this last week, but they were doing it again since most of the Ravenclaws hadn't been there because of a mysterious 'flue' that had taken to half the 6th year Ravenclaws, Draco had another name for it. Mono. The Ravenclaw had been running around like rabbits in heat all through September, you couldn't turn a corner without seeing something the resembled two students clad in robes (if you were lucky) with the Ravenclaw crest.
As a Prefect Draco had the immense pleasure of deducting points for the 'indecent exposure' in the halls. Ravenclaw, for the first time (since 1659 when Morgan Demoeiert slipped potion into all of the teacher's goblet turning everyone of them into slugs), was in last place in the house cups. Eventually the teachers had to threaten the students with notices to their parents, that stopped most of the snogging but there were a few brave students still sneaking about at all hours of the night.
Draco looked over to the empty seat next to him. Granger wasn't there. Finally, some peace and quiet. He could skin McGonagall alive for arranging the seats. He had to put up with know-it-all Granger for the past three months, and their attitude towards each other hadn't changed a bit. But under the watchful eye of McGonagall, Draco hadn't been able to make Granger cry.
"Mr. Malfoy did you hear what I said?" Draco had let his mind wonder, McGonagall was standing in front of his desk looking as pissed off as the time he turned Longbottom's chair into a pile of horse manure. Draco leaned forward and leveled his chair off.
"I'm sorry Professor, I must have missed it." He smirked at the teacher hoping he could avoid trouble but, someone must have pissed in her porridge that morning because McGonagall was fuming, and as she stalked back to the front of the classroom she banged her book onto her desk, making the class jump, and turned fiercely to face him.
"Then I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy but I'll have to take ten points from Slytherin," She picked up her chalk and turned to the bored. Not turning from her writing she added, "and I want you to get out of my classroom, you obviously have to need to be here." He didn't move, neither did anyone else. He was shocked, that was all too extreme for not paying attention. "I said out!" again the class jumped and Draco collected his things and stomped out of the classroom as if it were his intention to get kicked out, slamming the door behind him.
"Old bag," He muttered to himself as he pulled his tie loose and headed down the hall. Now he had a free period and nothing to do. That was his last class of the day and it was still a while until dinner would be served. But before he could decide on what to do he turned the corner to see a girl sobbing loudly. He was about to give the student heck for not being in class, seeing as he was a prefect, but then he saw it was Granger. Even better then a first year.
*
" Granger." A cold voice sneered. It was enough that she was heartbroken, Malfoy had to be the first one to come across her. She knew she should have made her way back to her dorm and lock herself in her room. She decided to ignore him, maybe he would just leave. She pretended to melt into the wall and continued to cry, more silently. But this was Malfoy and he wasn't going to just leave. "Granger, you are skipping a class, as a prefect you should know better, I'm going to have to deduct points from Gryffindor for you bad behavior, and report you to Professor McGonagall. She wont be very happy." Nothing. "So how many points do you think is acceptable Granger? 20? 50? Yes I think 50 points should do don't you?"
"I don't care Malfoy do whatever you want." Hermione stood, deciding to leave, she wiped her face of tears and tried to push past Malfoy but he had her cornered. Not meeting his eyes, she spoke through her clenched teeth, trying to keep from crying. "Could you move please?" her voice shook and came out strained, it was hard to see the floor through the tears waiting to pour out of her eyes.
"Granger, Granger, Granger," Malfoy said not moving. " What did Potter do this time?"
*
"Granger, Granger, Granger," Malfoy said not moving. " What did Potter do this time?" This did not get the response Draco had expected, instead of glaring up angrily at him like she usually did at any mention of her and Potter's 'relationship'. Instead of saying something nasty back, Hermione Granger burst out crying in a fresh wave of tears. Tears unlike he had ever been able to produce out of her. He panicked.
"Um.Granger.What did I say?" He asked trying to keep his sneer, but failing. Last time he saw someone cry this hard was when his grandmother died and his mother found out. Hermione tried to push past him again but he grabbed her by the shoulders and kept her where she was. "Was it the Potter thing?" he didn't know why he was asking, maybe because for once he was feeling guilty, ashamed for making her cry, but when her crying grew louder and she nodded he felt even worse for it. Unsure of what to do, he started to steer her towards the prefect bathroom, which was luckily close by. After giving the password 'Caboodles' he sat her on the chair at the edge of the pool size tub and handed her a tissue box.
"Look Granger, should I get your friend the little Weasley Brat?" The box of tissues came flying at his head, and he ducked just in time, the metal tin that decorated the tissue box hit the wall behind him with a loud crash. "Look Granger, I don't appreciate being violated like that! All I'm trying to do is help, god knows why. Now either tell me what Potty Head did and why Mini Weasley has your knickers in a twist or let me go get McGonagall." He strode over to stand in front of Granger, crossing his arms waiting for her answer, kind of hoping she didn't hex him. She stood up and paced a few steps before sitting back in her chair, maybe thinking whether or not she should tell him.
"I found Harry kissing Ginny in the tower." She said, silent tears streaking down her face, her lip trembling. Draco felt like a git, he just had to mention the two people she was crying over. But before he could think of what he was doing, he pulled the girl into a hug, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his robes, soaking them with tears.
He could feel her shaking and felt as hopeless as when he held his mother when she was crying for her own mother's death. Granger was supposed to be his archenemy's best friend. A mudblood, a lower being. But all he could think of was how helpless she sounded. Damn it, he thought to himself as he rubbed Granger's back softly, I'm going soft.
"Ok Granger, don't cry over that wanker, he's not worth It." She pulled away slightly to wipe her face and laugh pitifully. He pulled out his handkerchief and pressed it into her hand. She wiped the remaining tears and then blew her nose loudly. "You can keep it." Draco said trying to be funny, and she did laugh, but it was hollow and fake.
"Thanks," she said pushing it into her pocket and pulling out of the embrace, "And not just to he hankie but for, being, you know, nice." She laughed again, this time with feeling, and continued. "I'm sorry, I soaked your robes." She took out her wand and cleared the large blotch of tears on the front of his robes.
"Number one, Granger..." He began but she cut him off.
"Hermione, no more Granger." He was caught off guard but continued.
"Number one, Hermione, it's a 'handkerchief' not a 'hankie'," with a fake stern tone. "And number two, don't mention it. Potter is a git and the Weasley girl has been making eyes at him since second year. My father always says.well I don't think you need to know what my father actually says, but . a bit of advice, once a cheater always a cheater." Hermione's eyes widened and a tear slid down her cheek. Damn it!
"You know about that?" She asked wiping her eyes with the handkerchief again.
"About Chang?" She nodded, fingering the stitching that made the initials DM on the handkerchief. "Yea, everyone kind of heard it from Brown and Patil, those Gryffindor girls gossip a lot." The bell sounded in the hall and Draco looked at his watch. Wow, he thought to himself time sure does fly when you're being a git. The sound of voices and feet passing the door got loud and then died down.
"Harry will be looking for me. I don't want to talk to him ever again." Hermione said moving to the sink and washing her face with cool water from the tap and then used a fluffy red towel to dry her face and hands. Her eyes were still puffy but her face was no longer red.
"Potter isn't a prefect and he wouldn't look for you here anyways." Draco said putting the tissue box back on the shelf. There was a nice dent in it, and in the wall there was a chip of paint missing. He was glad that hadn't hit him.
"Harry has a way of finding me, or anyone for that matter, at Hogwarts." Hermione shook her head at her reflection in the mirror and turned to the door. "I'm just going to go to my dorm, and sleep."
"You should go to dinner and face the music Gra-Hermione. Anyways why lock yourself away, he's the one who was wrong." The words sounded alien to Draco and he almost laughed at himself.
"Your right." Hermione said smoothing down her hair and pulling open the door. "If anyone is going to lock themselves up it is Ginny and Harry. Come on, foods getting cold." The walked the two floors to the great hall in silence, and when the reached the door, Draco gave her a hopeful smile and the opened the double doors.
Silence. Everyone turned to look at Hermione. But Hermione ignored the stares and went to sit at her usual spot at the Gryffindor table, next to Ron. Harry was nowhere to be seen and a beet red Ginny was practically under the table trying to hide from Hermione. As Draco made his way to his spot at the Slytherin table, whispers started and soon the whole hall was talking as if nothing had happened. Word spreads fast at this school. Draco thought as he ate his bangers and mash.
* Draco dumped his books onto his bed, he pulled off his shoes and sat on the duvet, a soft green velvet trimmed in silver silk and embroidered with majestic black and silver snakes, twining themselves together as they slithered towards the head of the bed, where many cotton down pillows in silk pillowcases sat on the satin sheets. He pulled his D.A.D.A textbook towards him and stretched out across his bed, like a cat stretching in front o a warm firs. Bit it was hardly warm in the Slytherins' dorm, the stonewalls were damp and allowed cool air through cracks. The only warmth was in the often-crowded common rooms, where a fire was always lit, but then only a few feet around the hearth was heated.
When Draco took out a fresh scroll and his expensive red crow feather quill, he paused to listen. Silence. It was quiet in his dorm, the other boys all off fooling around not worrying about homework. Unlike Draco, they never worried about their work of responsibilities. That's what set him aside from his dorm mates, and most other Slytherins. Most relied on their cunning instincts to get ahead in life. Like his father. The thought of his father ruptured the peace of the dorm. His father never should have been born. Draco hated his father with all of his soul, all of his very being. His father had beaten the words of evil into him, literally. His father was the true reason for his hate, his dislike, and his nonchalant-in-everything attitude. His father was the core, the very reason for Draco's hate, and for Draco's stinging words. Letting his mind wonder on the very hate his father had instilled into him, Draco thought of the afternoon, mere minutes ago. Hermione Granger had been crying and he went soft. Maybe it was because he had never been able to raise such a response with all his cruel words. Maybe it was his growing hate for his father and everything he was. Maybe it was what he was planning to do.
The Plan.Maybe he was crazy, maybe Dumdums was crazy for thinking he could be the one for this. But he promised himself that he was only doing this because of his father. Not for Dumbledor's reasons of peace. Not for anyone else. But how had that decision changes his reasoning? And even if that was the reason he had helped Hermione, comforted her, how had it so quickly change him? It had only been two days since the beginning of the plan.
NO, it was just the shock, and the disappointment of not being the one to finally cause the Mudblood to snap.
"Damn it, Mudblood doesn't even sound right anymore!" Draco said out loud, tossing his textbooks and papers of his bed and laying back to star at the canopy. "No, I have to stop calling her that for the plan to work, he had to eliminate the hate for Dumdum's plan to actually work
If it didn't work there would be hell to pay. If it only half worked he would still have to deal with his father. And surely his father wouldn't hesitate to kill a traitor, even his own son.
*
"Do you think its wise headmaster? There is a lot of hate brainwashed into him. He has known only hate. There isn't mush love in that house, and you can feel the pain while your standing on the front steps." Snape said, almost pleading with his trusted friend.
"Exactly Severus, the hate will ignite a fire, the hate he has for his father is greater then any other hate he has. And that hate will save us all from a lot of pain. Also there is love in his life, they have no idea now but there is the potential. And I believe it has begun."
"Have you had another vision Albus?" Snape said, fear and excitement rising in his voice. But his friends shook his head, deflating the excitement, but a smile played on his lips.
"No, just, a little bird told me."
*
A/N: Should I continue? Should I take the only copy of this and set it on fire? Should I hide for 10 years so the villagers are sure to pass with the pitchforks? Review so I know! Anyways I think we all know where this is going; eventually (if the villagers pass) this will be a D/Hr fic.
"Hermione wait!" Harry Potter called through the crowded hallway as he ran as fast as he could towards the retreating back of Hermione Granger, his best friend and girlfriend. But she never turned, just pushed quickly past the students rushing to class. Most stopped to see what the famous Harry Potter was yelling about in the middle of the charms hallway, but Harry ignored the curious stares as he made a mad dash towards the crying Hermione.
She was running faster than Harry had thought possible, Hermione never seemed the fast type. More of the bookish indoors girl, but she could hold up her own in a race, or, in this case, a chase. The bell rang and Harry hesitated, he knew Hermione wouldn't want to miss a class, but under the circumstances she might not care. He was about to continue his chase when Flitwick looked out into the hall from his classroom.
"Is there a problem Mr. Potter? I'm about to start the class." The teacher's high-pitched voice caught Harry off guard and by the time he looked back in the direction of Hermione's route, she was gone, and could have gone down a number of hallways.
"No Professor, I'm coming."
*
Hermione Granger kept running long after she could no longer hear Harry calling after her. She was surprised the distance she had traveled, all the way from the astronomy tower, to where she finally stopped to take a breath in the Transfiguration hallway. She was especially surprised because she had been crying the whole way. She couldn't believe it. He had done it again. After he had promised never to do it again, that she was the one, that there was no one else. When she opened the heavy door to the astronomy tower and saw Harry and Ginny kissing, not just kissing but full frontal snogging, when she looked up from her star chart and felt her stomach drop and her heart ripped to pieces. All she could think about was running, getting away, from him, and getting away from the pain.
Hermione sank to the floor as a fresh wave of tears crashed past her eyes and fell down her tear-streaked cheeks. She pulled her knees up against her chest and sobbed into her hands. The pain was still there, she hadn't left it on the astronomy as she had hoped, it was in her and eating her up. She thought he loved her, that he couldn't live without her. He had said so much more then that, holding her, looking into her eyes. How could he lie like that, looking into her eyes, into her heart, her soul? She hated him, she hated that she still loved him, even through all the pain. She was ashamed, she had trusted him after the first time she caught him with another girl.
It had been Cho Chang, a week after they had started dating she caught him kissing her in the library. He said it was to make sure of his feelings, to make sure there were no feelings left for Cho. That was almost a year ago, a year next week, a year October 12.
They spent their whole 5th year together and now, so suddenly, she felt alone.
*
Draco Malfoy sat back in his chair, tipping it lazily. Advanced Transfiguration was a drag. It was a mixed class, mostly Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students. He was the only Slytherin and there were absolutely no Hufflepuffs. Professor McGonagall was going on and on about the dangers of transfiguring a human into any form of insect. They had gone through this last week, but they were doing it again since most of the Ravenclaws hadn't been there because of a mysterious 'flue' that had taken to half the 6th year Ravenclaws, Draco had another name for it. Mono. The Ravenclaw had been running around like rabbits in heat all through September, you couldn't turn a corner without seeing something the resembled two students clad in robes (if you were lucky) with the Ravenclaw crest.
As a Prefect Draco had the immense pleasure of deducting points for the 'indecent exposure' in the halls. Ravenclaw, for the first time (since 1659 when Morgan Demoeiert slipped potion into all of the teacher's goblet turning everyone of them into slugs), was in last place in the house cups. Eventually the teachers had to threaten the students with notices to their parents, that stopped most of the snogging but there were a few brave students still sneaking about at all hours of the night.
Draco looked over to the empty seat next to him. Granger wasn't there. Finally, some peace and quiet. He could skin McGonagall alive for arranging the seats. He had to put up with know-it-all Granger for the past three months, and their attitude towards each other hadn't changed a bit. But under the watchful eye of McGonagall, Draco hadn't been able to make Granger cry.
"Mr. Malfoy did you hear what I said?" Draco had let his mind wonder, McGonagall was standing in front of his desk looking as pissed off as the time he turned Longbottom's chair into a pile of horse manure. Draco leaned forward and leveled his chair off.
"I'm sorry Professor, I must have missed it." He smirked at the teacher hoping he could avoid trouble but, someone must have pissed in her porridge that morning because McGonagall was fuming, and as she stalked back to the front of the classroom she banged her book onto her desk, making the class jump, and turned fiercely to face him.
"Then I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy but I'll have to take ten points from Slytherin," She picked up her chalk and turned to the bored. Not turning from her writing she added, "and I want you to get out of my classroom, you obviously have to need to be here." He didn't move, neither did anyone else. He was shocked, that was all too extreme for not paying attention. "I said out!" again the class jumped and Draco collected his things and stomped out of the classroom as if it were his intention to get kicked out, slamming the door behind him.
"Old bag," He muttered to himself as he pulled his tie loose and headed down the hall. Now he had a free period and nothing to do. That was his last class of the day and it was still a while until dinner would be served. But before he could decide on what to do he turned the corner to see a girl sobbing loudly. He was about to give the student heck for not being in class, seeing as he was a prefect, but then he saw it was Granger. Even better then a first year.
*
" Granger." A cold voice sneered. It was enough that she was heartbroken, Malfoy had to be the first one to come across her. She knew she should have made her way back to her dorm and lock herself in her room. She decided to ignore him, maybe he would just leave. She pretended to melt into the wall and continued to cry, more silently. But this was Malfoy and he wasn't going to just leave. "Granger, you are skipping a class, as a prefect you should know better, I'm going to have to deduct points from Gryffindor for you bad behavior, and report you to Professor McGonagall. She wont be very happy." Nothing. "So how many points do you think is acceptable Granger? 20? 50? Yes I think 50 points should do don't you?"
"I don't care Malfoy do whatever you want." Hermione stood, deciding to leave, she wiped her face of tears and tried to push past Malfoy but he had her cornered. Not meeting his eyes, she spoke through her clenched teeth, trying to keep from crying. "Could you move please?" her voice shook and came out strained, it was hard to see the floor through the tears waiting to pour out of her eyes.
"Granger, Granger, Granger," Malfoy said not moving. " What did Potter do this time?"
*
"Granger, Granger, Granger," Malfoy said not moving. " What did Potter do this time?" This did not get the response Draco had expected, instead of glaring up angrily at him like she usually did at any mention of her and Potter's 'relationship'. Instead of saying something nasty back, Hermione Granger burst out crying in a fresh wave of tears. Tears unlike he had ever been able to produce out of her. He panicked.
"Um.Granger.What did I say?" He asked trying to keep his sneer, but failing. Last time he saw someone cry this hard was when his grandmother died and his mother found out. Hermione tried to push past him again but he grabbed her by the shoulders and kept her where she was. "Was it the Potter thing?" he didn't know why he was asking, maybe because for once he was feeling guilty, ashamed for making her cry, but when her crying grew louder and she nodded he felt even worse for it. Unsure of what to do, he started to steer her towards the prefect bathroom, which was luckily close by. After giving the password 'Caboodles' he sat her on the chair at the edge of the pool size tub and handed her a tissue box.
"Look Granger, should I get your friend the little Weasley Brat?" The box of tissues came flying at his head, and he ducked just in time, the metal tin that decorated the tissue box hit the wall behind him with a loud crash. "Look Granger, I don't appreciate being violated like that! All I'm trying to do is help, god knows why. Now either tell me what Potty Head did and why Mini Weasley has your knickers in a twist or let me go get McGonagall." He strode over to stand in front of Granger, crossing his arms waiting for her answer, kind of hoping she didn't hex him. She stood up and paced a few steps before sitting back in her chair, maybe thinking whether or not she should tell him.
"I found Harry kissing Ginny in the tower." She said, silent tears streaking down her face, her lip trembling. Draco felt like a git, he just had to mention the two people she was crying over. But before he could think of what he was doing, he pulled the girl into a hug, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his robes, soaking them with tears.
He could feel her shaking and felt as hopeless as when he held his mother when she was crying for her own mother's death. Granger was supposed to be his archenemy's best friend. A mudblood, a lower being. But all he could think of was how helpless she sounded. Damn it, he thought to himself as he rubbed Granger's back softly, I'm going soft.
"Ok Granger, don't cry over that wanker, he's not worth It." She pulled away slightly to wipe her face and laugh pitifully. He pulled out his handkerchief and pressed it into her hand. She wiped the remaining tears and then blew her nose loudly. "You can keep it." Draco said trying to be funny, and she did laugh, but it was hollow and fake.
"Thanks," she said pushing it into her pocket and pulling out of the embrace, "And not just to he hankie but for, being, you know, nice." She laughed again, this time with feeling, and continued. "I'm sorry, I soaked your robes." She took out her wand and cleared the large blotch of tears on the front of his robes.
"Number one, Granger..." He began but she cut him off.
"Hermione, no more Granger." He was caught off guard but continued.
"Number one, Hermione, it's a 'handkerchief' not a 'hankie'," with a fake stern tone. "And number two, don't mention it. Potter is a git and the Weasley girl has been making eyes at him since second year. My father always says.well I don't think you need to know what my father actually says, but . a bit of advice, once a cheater always a cheater." Hermione's eyes widened and a tear slid down her cheek. Damn it!
"You know about that?" She asked wiping her eyes with the handkerchief again.
"About Chang?" She nodded, fingering the stitching that made the initials DM on the handkerchief. "Yea, everyone kind of heard it from Brown and Patil, those Gryffindor girls gossip a lot." The bell sounded in the hall and Draco looked at his watch. Wow, he thought to himself time sure does fly when you're being a git. The sound of voices and feet passing the door got loud and then died down.
"Harry will be looking for me. I don't want to talk to him ever again." Hermione said moving to the sink and washing her face with cool water from the tap and then used a fluffy red towel to dry her face and hands. Her eyes were still puffy but her face was no longer red.
"Potter isn't a prefect and he wouldn't look for you here anyways." Draco said putting the tissue box back on the shelf. There was a nice dent in it, and in the wall there was a chip of paint missing. He was glad that hadn't hit him.
"Harry has a way of finding me, or anyone for that matter, at Hogwarts." Hermione shook her head at her reflection in the mirror and turned to the door. "I'm just going to go to my dorm, and sleep."
"You should go to dinner and face the music Gra-Hermione. Anyways why lock yourself away, he's the one who was wrong." The words sounded alien to Draco and he almost laughed at himself.
"Your right." Hermione said smoothing down her hair and pulling open the door. "If anyone is going to lock themselves up it is Ginny and Harry. Come on, foods getting cold." The walked the two floors to the great hall in silence, and when the reached the door, Draco gave her a hopeful smile and the opened the double doors.
Silence. Everyone turned to look at Hermione. But Hermione ignored the stares and went to sit at her usual spot at the Gryffindor table, next to Ron. Harry was nowhere to be seen and a beet red Ginny was practically under the table trying to hide from Hermione. As Draco made his way to his spot at the Slytherin table, whispers started and soon the whole hall was talking as if nothing had happened. Word spreads fast at this school. Draco thought as he ate his bangers and mash.
* Draco dumped his books onto his bed, he pulled off his shoes and sat on the duvet, a soft green velvet trimmed in silver silk and embroidered with majestic black and silver snakes, twining themselves together as they slithered towards the head of the bed, where many cotton down pillows in silk pillowcases sat on the satin sheets. He pulled his D.A.D.A textbook towards him and stretched out across his bed, like a cat stretching in front o a warm firs. Bit it was hardly warm in the Slytherins' dorm, the stonewalls were damp and allowed cool air through cracks. The only warmth was in the often-crowded common rooms, where a fire was always lit, but then only a few feet around the hearth was heated.
When Draco took out a fresh scroll and his expensive red crow feather quill, he paused to listen. Silence. It was quiet in his dorm, the other boys all off fooling around not worrying about homework. Unlike Draco, they never worried about their work of responsibilities. That's what set him aside from his dorm mates, and most other Slytherins. Most relied on their cunning instincts to get ahead in life. Like his father. The thought of his father ruptured the peace of the dorm. His father never should have been born. Draco hated his father with all of his soul, all of his very being. His father had beaten the words of evil into him, literally. His father was the true reason for his hate, his dislike, and his nonchalant-in-everything attitude. His father was the core, the very reason for Draco's hate, and for Draco's stinging words. Letting his mind wonder on the very hate his father had instilled into him, Draco thought of the afternoon, mere minutes ago. Hermione Granger had been crying and he went soft. Maybe it was because he had never been able to raise such a response with all his cruel words. Maybe it was his growing hate for his father and everything he was. Maybe it was what he was planning to do.
The Plan.Maybe he was crazy, maybe Dumdums was crazy for thinking he could be the one for this. But he promised himself that he was only doing this because of his father. Not for Dumbledor's reasons of peace. Not for anyone else. But how had that decision changes his reasoning? And even if that was the reason he had helped Hermione, comforted her, how had it so quickly change him? It had only been two days since the beginning of the plan.
NO, it was just the shock, and the disappointment of not being the one to finally cause the Mudblood to snap.
"Damn it, Mudblood doesn't even sound right anymore!" Draco said out loud, tossing his textbooks and papers of his bed and laying back to star at the canopy. "No, I have to stop calling her that for the plan to work, he had to eliminate the hate for Dumdum's plan to actually work
If it didn't work there would be hell to pay. If it only half worked he would still have to deal with his father. And surely his father wouldn't hesitate to kill a traitor, even his own son.
*
"Do you think its wise headmaster? There is a lot of hate brainwashed into him. He has known only hate. There isn't mush love in that house, and you can feel the pain while your standing on the front steps." Snape said, almost pleading with his trusted friend.
"Exactly Severus, the hate will ignite a fire, the hate he has for his father is greater then any other hate he has. And that hate will save us all from a lot of pain. Also there is love in his life, they have no idea now but there is the potential. And I believe it has begun."
"Have you had another vision Albus?" Snape said, fear and excitement rising in his voice. But his friends shook his head, deflating the excitement, but a smile played on his lips.
"No, just, a little bird told me."
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A/N: Should I continue? Should I take the only copy of this and set it on fire? Should I hide for 10 years so the villagers are sure to pass with the pitchforks? Review so I know! Anyways I think we all know where this is going; eventually (if the villagers pass) this will be a D/Hr fic.