I always loved Malfoys, and most of my fanfic (it's plain to see) is dedicated to them. I also like including character in my stories that were always there, but hey never actually had any important roles. I did it with Arthur Weasley, which I didn't pick cause I like him, it's just he was "the best man" for that.
No one actually wrote any fanfic about Crabbe or Goyle (I might be wrong, but I was looking forward to read about them, but I just didn't find anything). They were always inside some of Draco Malfoy fanfic. It's probably because it's too hard to write about them. JKRowling never ever gave us any information about them, and they never spoke. We know that they are ugly (I imagine Goyle look like my "friend" Wayne), fat, their fathers are the Death Eaters, and they do everything that Draco orders them.
I just thought that it might be interesting if I write a story about Goyle's life.
A Story About Draco's Henchman – Gregory Goyle
I have always lived in rich, pureblood wizarding family. My father, Geoffrey Goyle is a Death Eater, and he works at the Ministry.
Geoffrey Goyle was never smart child. He was very alike me. Or vice versus. Stupid, fat, wide guy that was running after Malfoys. The way I'm serving Draco, the same way my father served Lucius Malfoy. My father was even a year older then Lucius, but he was making him a good protégé. When my father was about to graduate from the Hogwarts, with bad marks of course, Lucius Malfoy gave him offer. Lucius was a tall, handsome kid, whose father, Bestien Malfoy were everybody afraid of. It's not that Lucius needed protection, it's just he needed someone bigger then he is, and stupider to do his "dirty" work. He wasn't that keen to get into troubles with bulling smaller Gryffindors, when he could order that to my father, and he, instead of Lucius would get into the trouble.
So when my father was about to graduate, Lucius gave him offer. If he fails the test, and stays one more year at Hogwarts, to be his patron, Lucius will find him job at the Ministry. My father knew that he couldn't get into the Ministry himself, so he made a deal with Lucius. For Lucius, you couldn't really say that is fair man, but he really kept his word.
My mother is dead. She died after she gave a birth to me. She was fat, also. But I think that she was pretty. My father actually liked her. She was a kind woman with brown hair, and always wore gloves. She also loved gardening. The garden we have in our back yard, she projected it all. I still have a papers on which she drew how is garden going to look like, while she was pregnant with me. Then she died, after giving me birth, and my father took the drawings, and paid some wizards to decorate our garden. Everybody who would come to our house didn't miss to tell my father and me how adorable back yard we had. Even Lucius Malfoy himself said it, when he came once.
The house I live is big, but not as nearly as big as the one Malfoys have. But I still like it. It's big Victorian house with immense windows, but there's no dungeons or catacombs under. Both Malfoy and Crabbe have dungeons, even Malfoy was talking that he has catacombs that are part of biggest catacomb system in whole England. He was also boasting that if you'd fallow that skeleton heads in the dark tunnels you would get under the Channel, right into France.
My room is a small one. There is a small library filled with book about Dark Arts. I never ever looked in any of them cause I truly hate all books. Malfoy does also, but he reads the Advanced Dark Arts ones that his father gave him. My father, like his is going to send me to be a Death Eater when I graduate from Hogwarts. I don't know should I be happy or sad because of it. I guess I will be able to bully and kill people all around. I like bullying, it's fun, but I never killed. My father once told me that if you don't mind killing that it is okay for you to kill. But if you are chicken, and you are afraid to kill, you will your whole life feel guilt, and never be able to live normally again. I suppose he is right.
When I entered the dinning room my father was already eating. It's not that we never had any manners that he should wait for me, but he just too hungry. I know, and I don't blame him. He knows how does that being starving. Well to tell you truth we, Goyles are always hungry.
I quietly sat beside him, and poured some pork chops into my plate. We ate in silence. At least we didn't talk. We never bothered to prevent all that noises we are making when we are eating. We were always chewing loudly, and burping. My father was always talking with his mouth full. I did that, too. At least I do it at my home. At Hogwarts, Malfoy doesn't let me do. He eats very politely, if he eats at all. He always pours in his plate like he is a baby, and never eats everything. I don't know how he survives.
-How are you son? – Asked my father, accidentally spitting the potato into my plate. I didn't trouble. He didn't either.
-I'm fine – I said in my dull voice.
-How much until the summer holydays end, and your school start? – My father asked, spitting again, this time in his goblet.
-A week – the rest of meal we were silent.
Then we went into the living room, where my father had some Ministry things to get done, and I was observing my new broom. Suddenly we heard someone opening our front door very violently, and shutting it with slam. My father and I, we both knew that it couldn't be anyone else except Lucius Malfoy. He was always behaving in our house as tough as it was his. I never minded that, even if he was a bad man, even worse that my father can even be, we would never have this house if he haven't got my father a place in the Ministry. We could hear sound of boots going very fast, on the stone tiles in our hall. Lucius always wore boots with steel heel, and they were awfully noisy. I expect he wore them just to show everyone that he is coming. He was also terribly vain man. In front of other people he was very good in hiding it, but with my father he was open. It's not that my father knew how to keep secrets, he was just afraid of Lucius, like everyone was.
The handsome oak door of our living room opened, and he came in. As always he was wearing his very expensive black robes, with gold edge. He was swathed in black cloak, and carried a leather bag with him. He didn't bother to say anything like "Hi" or "Hello" he just positioned the bag, with loud bang on the desk where my father was sitting and going through some papers.
-Something bothering you Lucius? – Asked my father. If someone else would do this, my father would beat that person up (we Goyles are poor wizards). But Lucius was something else.
-Everything is bothering me Goyle. Look yourself inside. I got it yesterday; I know it's illegal. – He sad on the chair. He was very nervous. He was always nervous indeed. Once I heard my father saying that Lucius is a man with shortest nerves he ever knew, but Lucius was always able to come himself down when he had to. Now he certainly didn't.
My father opened the bag. He's heavy jaw dropped when he saw what was inside the bag.
-Good Lord Lucius, if anyone sees this you can go straight to Azkeban. – Said my father. I got interested what it was. I looked up, carefully. I didn't want Lucius to see me being interested in something like that. He wouldn't, mind to kill me right there.
-Oh shut up. That's the same thing McNair said. I know he can't help me. Master needs him tonight. And I have to hide it as soon as possible – he shifted in the chair.
My father looked once more at the thing, and sighed.
-I know place where we can hide it. You of course need it? – Said my father standing up. That was of course wrong thing to ask Lucius. Lucius stood up from the chair, and looked at him with hysterical look.
-What the hell do you think I wouldn't need that? Do you know how much does it cost? – Lucius yelled at my father.
My father got his cloak on, and they apparated somewhere. I knew that my father wouldn't be home soon. After this, Lucius will of course drag him to some pub for drink. It will start with a drink and then they will come home drunk. When Lucius gets drunk he still controls himself, but my father always beats me up. I don't like him drunk. So I just thought that if I go to bed, and if he doesn't see me when he comes back, I won't get beaten.
That plan worked, he came home, and went directly to his bed. Next day I haven't seen him at all. He was sleeping, and couldn't come to the Ministry.
When the summer holydays ended my father fallowed me to the King's Cross Station. He just got me there, and went away, after wishing me happy term, and hoping for better marks. I was strong, and he didn't have to help me carry my luggage. I was wondering the train, until I didn't get to the compartment where Draco Malfoy was. He was inside with Crabbe, and talking to Wyatt Montague, who was also on Slytherin Quidditch team, and Slytherin perfect. Beside him was Hildegard Belmont. She was also fifth year Slytherin, and, Draco never ever told me this, but I think he had crush on her. She was everything what were he and his father asking for mother of next Malfoy heir: pureblood, a Slytherin, pretty, smart, et cetera.
I sat down. Draco was like always not noticing me. Hildegard was talking about how she spent her summer, and both Malfoy and Montague were listening to her. Even Crabbe was interested.
-So first we went to India, then Thailand, then Pakistan… - She was drawling, and counting on her fingers.
-I went to Pakistan – Montague cut her.
-Good for you – Draco retorted him, as tough as he doesn't want him interrupting Hildegard.
After Hildegard finished her long, long story about how she couldn't go out anywhere in the India during the day, cause she'll get sunburn, she went to find Danielle Erickson, her best friend. She and Pansy hated each other from when they first met. Hildegard thought that Pansy is very annoying; and Pansy was jealous cause Draco always seemed to favor Hildegard, more then she. The only reason Draco wasn't dating Hildegard for the Yule Ball was that Hildegard was going with Slytherin Head Boy, Nicolas Oberson.
-Lets see what is wonder boy Potter doing. He is probably thinking about tactics how to defeat the Dark Lord. – Draco laughed cynically just for himself, while Crabbe and me just chuckled on what Draco just said. We always did so. It didn't really mind to us was it funny or not, we did what Draco do.
We exited the compartment, and headed straightly towards Potter's. On the half of the way Draco spotter Pansy Parkinson with Millicent Bulstrode, going straight to us. Draco, who hated Pansy, ran away into first compartment that was beside us. We did the same after him. Draco closed the sliding door, and moved curtains on the door, so no one could see us inside.
-Hey Lee! Who do we have here? Malfoy tell your dad to write us from Azkeban, when he gets there – that was Fred Weasley. Opposite to him was Lee Jordan. He was still wearing his Rasta-like hairstyle.
Malfoy turned around furiously. He didn't like when people were talking bad stuff about his father.
-From all compartments to get into, I had to get into one with a Weasley, and his faithful subordinate-Lee Jordan – Draco Malfoy sneered. Crabbe and me, again just chuckled.
-What gets you into our compartment Malfoy? – Asked Lee.
-Don't worry Jordan. I'm not giving out charity for your friend – Draco said, and we quickly got away, before they realized what Draco just said.
The rest of the trip to Potter went fine. The train was Pansy free for us. When we got to Potter's compartment Draco motioned us to stay silent, and we did so, while he leaned his head to sliding door.
Then he opened the door, and again everyone inside Potter's partition: Harry, Ron, and Hermione were staring at us.
-Don't worry Potter, we came in peace. We just want to ask you few question about – Draco's said this in very disdainful voice – The One Who Must Not Be Named.
Draco always knew that Weasleys, and that Mudblood girl are afraid to say it. He never used this expression. Like his father he was never afraid to use name Lord Voldemort, but they always referred to him as the Dark Lord.
-Eat dung Malfoy – spitted Ron.
-No Weasley. I'm enough rich to buy a good food. Something like that I would leave to you, Weasleys who are poor. – So Potter I would like to ask you something about that event when you defeated the Dark Lord last time. – Draco sneered.
-Oh, so it's still the Dark Lord. Didn't you start calling him like your father, and all the Death Eaters: Master. Anyways why don't you ask you father what happened that night. I assure you he was there. And he wasn't that high as he was usual. He was kissing Voldemort's ass, like everybody else. He kissed Voldemort's dirty robes. I guess that is enough good for you Malfoys – Harry yelled at Draco, who's face went rigid. He looked exactly like his father now, just twenty-five centimeters shorter.
-You'll pay me for this Potter – Malfoy snapped at Harry, and got out, leaving us behind.
-Are you that stupid that you don't even know how to get out? – Hermione teased us.
We got out as fast as it was possible without running.
When we arrived to Hogwarts Draco went straight to common room without the dinner. He just told Snape that his head hurts. Crabbe and me wanted to do the same, but we were hungry.
When we got to the common room Draco was in the boy's dorminatory. He was lying on the bed, cursing something. We knew, as good as Blaize Zabini, and Goran Horowitz that we shouldn't touch Draco now.
Next day ,Draco got back little of his self-esteem. He yelled at Slytherin first year for about fifteen minutes, and then he seemed normal again.
We had our usual boring classes, and then we had Transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs. Draco was excitedly talking to Crabbe, who listened, but I didn't. How I could when she sat in front of me. Hannah Abbott was sitting in front of me. She just turned around to ask me for a pencil, when Draco instead of me told her:
-Go away you stupid Hufflepuff. Hufflepuffs don't even deserve to live – she just turned around, and went away.
I can't tell Draco that I like her. No I don't like her. I love her.
~The end~
I never wanted to end the story this way, but I just thought that it would be cute if Crabbe would be in love with her. Sometimes I love pathtique. I don't really know did I get his character right. We don't know much stuff about him. I hope I didn't make him little sensitive.
By the way I think that I'm really started to give Lucius LOTS of me. First I said that he is nervous, I'm a VERY nervous person (especially now. School is starting today, and when anyone mentions me a school, I scream. But by the way I like going to buy school stuff); he is vain, but he never told that to anyone (well I never thought that for myself, but a few people told me that I am); he loves black and cardinal red (my two fav colors); and I could go like this forever.
~*Maria*~
Disclaimer: I'm really sick of telling ya all guys that all Harry Potter characters belong to JKRowling, not me.