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Authors Note: I've finally decided to do a Draco Malfoy/Slytherin/Friendship fic!! Now that was a mouthful. Don't worry it will still be the ordinary Harry Potter plot!! But I've been reading other fics and nearly all of them have Draco with idiots as friends, that are not even friends!! Confusing, I know. Draco seems like the type that has friends and not just some lonely kid. Read the books!! You'll get my drift. Sooo, I've decided to go with a different style. He's still the same person and everything, but it will just be centred on him and the Slytherins. I still love Harry & Gang!! I'm just trying something different!!
Cheers, Oblivion.
Chapter One
"Master Malfoy!" Draco Malfoy heard a shrill voice call to him, most presumably one of the many house elves the Malfoy Manor housed.
Draco groaned, whenever him came home from his school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry which he boarded at all year, his parents made him get up so dammed early! What for? Boring Wizarding conferences that his father thought would be a good start for his Ministry career. This time a least it was different.
"It's time to get up!" Bobby, the house elf was pulling out expensive cloaks from one of Draco's walk in wardrobes. Bobby was dressed in a simple apron that looked like it was in need of wash. His bright green eyes were busily darting around the room and all of him for that matter.
Draco gracefully pulled himself from his four poster bed and picked up the clothing Bobby had set up for him. His clothes were all black and would have cost a fortune; but then again a Malfoy never dressed in anything less. He walked up to his silver plated mirror and looked in. He had changed over the summer. He was no longer skinny and weak, instead he had managed to grow some muscles and could easily challenge that Muggle-loving Weasely fool to, what was it? A muggle term? That's it a punch on, that's what Greg said it was called anyway. His white blonde hair now had a silver tinge too it and in the Sun it looked all the way silver. His eyes were now a stormy unbreakable icy blue-grey colour, which could make any shiver at a single glance.
Today he was going back to Hogwarts to start his fifth year after a long summer break. His parents seemed to block him off all summer, always having meetings behind locked doors with who knows whom. He suspected it to Death Eater meetings but his father had never openly said to that him he was actually a Death Eater. Sure, he had been brought about around with Dark Arts and occasionally his parents gave him lessons. He did know that both his parents detested Muggles and Muggle-Borns but he never.
"Master Malfoy, I have news for you. "Bobby walked into Draco's room.
"Yes? What do you want?" Draco said icily.
"Master and Mistress said to tell you that they wont be seeing you off today and they have other business to attend to." Bobby said carefully not to raise Draco's deadly temper that he had to seem to have picked up over the summer.
"What? Tell me, haven't you said that line for the last four years?! And what about all those other times?!" Draco yelled. His parents were always doing this but there was an advantage. "No, that's okay. Tell my parents, that I won't them to raise my bank vaults to five more. Full of gold and no sickles. If they don't, they can forget about me coming home. Remember those words, elf."
"Yes, Master. The carriage is waiting outside for you." Bobby bowed at Draco and disappeared through the door.
Platform 9 ¾ was full of people saying goodbye to their children or their parents. Draco frowned at them and slowly made his way to the train. He was prefect this year, which was no surprise, and an even more of a surprise is that he had tied at top of the year. Stuff that Granger.
He got on the train and glided through it with his held head high. He passed Potter, Weasley and Granger and gave a smirk; it grew even larger when he saw stare he got from Granger who was blushing deep red. He would come back later to them. It was so fun annoying those who were beneath him.
"Hey! Drac!" Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabble, his two best friends, came up to him with a grin.
"Looking good, who you trying to impress?" Gregory nicknamed Greg by his friends said.
"You of course. Who else? Let's go and find a compartment." Draco pushed his bulky friends along.
Once they had found a compartment Draco sprawled himself over one of the seats and yawned. Another year of school and Father still hadn't bought him a racing broom! He was pulled from his thoughts when the compartment door opened and Pansy Parkinson came in with Blaise Zabini.
Pansy Parkinson was a 5th year Slytherin, the same house as Draco was in. She had long dark brown hair and could beat Draco' s sneer any day. Blaise Zabini was Pansy's best friend and came from a wealthy pureblood family.
"Good Morning." Pansy said lamely sitting down. Blaise followed her.
"Drac, I heard that there is new DDA professor. How long do you think they will last?" Vincent asked.
"Ha! So they got a new professor. I reckon they won't last week." Blaise added.
"I agree. Probably hired a vampire because they couldn't get no one else." Draco said back to Vincent. They continued talking until the lunch tray came along. After eating, he started an arm wrestle with Greg, to whom he lost several times, and when Blaise asked to join her with one but he took one glance at Vincent, who she had just wrestled, holding his arm in pain and he declined.
Soon the familiar outline of Hogwarts came up to the train.
Remember to review!! Do you think I should continue?? Or not?? Tell me!!
Authors Note: I've finally decided to do a Draco Malfoy/Slytherin/Friendship fic!! Now that was a mouthful. Don't worry it will still be the ordinary Harry Potter plot!! But I've been reading other fics and nearly all of them have Draco with idiots as friends, that are not even friends!! Confusing, I know. Draco seems like the type that has friends and not just some lonely kid. Read the books!! You'll get my drift. Sooo, I've decided to go with a different style. He's still the same person and everything, but it will just be centred on him and the Slytherins. I still love Harry & Gang!! I'm just trying something different!!
Cheers, Oblivion.
Chapter One
"Master Malfoy!" Draco Malfoy heard a shrill voice call to him, most presumably one of the many house elves the Malfoy Manor housed.
Draco groaned, whenever him came home from his school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry which he boarded at all year, his parents made him get up so dammed early! What for? Boring Wizarding conferences that his father thought would be a good start for his Ministry career. This time a least it was different.
"It's time to get up!" Bobby, the house elf was pulling out expensive cloaks from one of Draco's walk in wardrobes. Bobby was dressed in a simple apron that looked like it was in need of wash. His bright green eyes were busily darting around the room and all of him for that matter.
Draco gracefully pulled himself from his four poster bed and picked up the clothing Bobby had set up for him. His clothes were all black and would have cost a fortune; but then again a Malfoy never dressed in anything less. He walked up to his silver plated mirror and looked in. He had changed over the summer. He was no longer skinny and weak, instead he had managed to grow some muscles and could easily challenge that Muggle-loving Weasely fool to, what was it? A muggle term? That's it a punch on, that's what Greg said it was called anyway. His white blonde hair now had a silver tinge too it and in the Sun it looked all the way silver. His eyes were now a stormy unbreakable icy blue-grey colour, which could make any shiver at a single glance.
Today he was going back to Hogwarts to start his fifth year after a long summer break. His parents seemed to block him off all summer, always having meetings behind locked doors with who knows whom. He suspected it to Death Eater meetings but his father had never openly said to that him he was actually a Death Eater. Sure, he had been brought about around with Dark Arts and occasionally his parents gave him lessons. He did know that both his parents detested Muggles and Muggle-Borns but he never.
"Master Malfoy, I have news for you. "Bobby walked into Draco's room.
"Yes? What do you want?" Draco said icily.
"Master and Mistress said to tell you that they wont be seeing you off today and they have other business to attend to." Bobby said carefully not to raise Draco's deadly temper that he had to seem to have picked up over the summer.
"What? Tell me, haven't you said that line for the last four years?! And what about all those other times?!" Draco yelled. His parents were always doing this but there was an advantage. "No, that's okay. Tell my parents, that I won't them to raise my bank vaults to five more. Full of gold and no sickles. If they don't, they can forget about me coming home. Remember those words, elf."
"Yes, Master. The carriage is waiting outside for you." Bobby bowed at Draco and disappeared through the door.
Platform 9 ¾ was full of people saying goodbye to their children or their parents. Draco frowned at them and slowly made his way to the train. He was prefect this year, which was no surprise, and an even more of a surprise is that he had tied at top of the year. Stuff that Granger.
He got on the train and glided through it with his held head high. He passed Potter, Weasley and Granger and gave a smirk; it grew even larger when he saw stare he got from Granger who was blushing deep red. He would come back later to them. It was so fun annoying those who were beneath him.
"Hey! Drac!" Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabble, his two best friends, came up to him with a grin.
"Looking good, who you trying to impress?" Gregory nicknamed Greg by his friends said.
"You of course. Who else? Let's go and find a compartment." Draco pushed his bulky friends along.
Once they had found a compartment Draco sprawled himself over one of the seats and yawned. Another year of school and Father still hadn't bought him a racing broom! He was pulled from his thoughts when the compartment door opened and Pansy Parkinson came in with Blaise Zabini.
Pansy Parkinson was a 5th year Slytherin, the same house as Draco was in. She had long dark brown hair and could beat Draco' s sneer any day. Blaise Zabini was Pansy's best friend and came from a wealthy pureblood family.
"Good Morning." Pansy said lamely sitting down. Blaise followed her.
"Drac, I heard that there is new DDA professor. How long do you think they will last?" Vincent asked.
"Ha! So they got a new professor. I reckon they won't last week." Blaise added.
"I agree. Probably hired a vampire because they couldn't get no one else." Draco said back to Vincent. They continued talking until the lunch tray came along. After eating, he started an arm wrestle with Greg, to whom he lost several times, and when Blaise asked to join her with one but he took one glance at Vincent, who she had just wrestled, holding his arm in pain and he declined.
Soon the familiar outline of Hogwarts came up to the train.
Remember to review!! Do you think I should continue?? Or not?? Tell me!!