Harry Potter and the The House Of Draco
Featuring:
Harry Potter and Lydia Ann Malfoy
Chapter One
Harry Potter and his friends had just recently graduated from The Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were all very eager to see what life would be bringing them. The headmaster, Dumbledore had recently asked the seventeen year-old Harry if he would like to stay on as an assistant instructor for the popular game of Quidditch-since he had much experience as a seeker. He told him he would consider the offer, since he did not wish to return home to his adoptive family, the Dursleys so readily. In fact, he had grown to detest them more over the years. Once he had grown, he had separated himself even farther away from them, and considered Hogwarts to be his true home.
The Dursleys were not eager to hear about his exploits over the years either. In fact, now that he was considered to be a wizard of first class ranking, they feared him even more. "Don't bother coming home," the last note from Vernon Dursley read. It never was home to me, Harry had found himself thinking. So-the only question left for him was, where to go now? Ronald was packing his things one late afternoon, gazing at his friend silently. "I am glad that Charlie wanted you to join him. I could not see you anywhere else" Harry had spoken to him silently. "Neither could I" he replied. "Write to me?" Harry asked, "of course. You are never far from my mind now, Harry. I hope you know that." Ronald extended out his hand "best friends forever?" He grinned, "yes" Harry smiled warmly. At that, the two young men went slowly down the curving staircases together that lead to the main dining hall where many of the students from all of the houses gathered. Ronald was secretly hoping to find Hermione there. She too had grown into a striking figure for her seventeen years. Ronald had been admiring her from afar too long. she had appeared a few moments later. Harry gave His friend a silent look of curiosity as he watched him gaze at Hermione. "Hello Ron," she smiled, "Harry" Hermione quickly added, trying to hide her own admiration of the tall, yet somewhat lanky red-head before her. He nodded his head slightly. "Any plans now that we've all graduated?" Ron asked her carefully. "Well, yes of course" she said, putting a careless
hand through her untamed brown hair. She went on and on about the possibilities she was considering as her friend's interested gazes never left her. "But I will miss it here!" She said with a renewed longing in her voice. "Well, I suppose I should go finish packing my books" Hermione said with a friendly smile. Ron had wanted to say something to keep her there.but he was too busy being distracted by her voice and how her eyes never left his.
"Why didn't you say something to her?" Harry asked Ron. "I've tried countless times." he whispered. Before Harry could answer, he felt someone roughly push up against him. "Malfoy!" Harry said under his breath. The two of them were still rivals-ever since Harry was eleven. "Women troubles Weasley?" Malfoy joked. "Shut up Draco" Ron said. Harry could see the delight in Malfoy's dark eyes. "I must have hit a sensitive spot" he laughed and left them to join his friends in the Slytherin group. "There are things I would have liked to say to him" Ron uttered, "me too" Harry scowled. "In a way, he's right," Ron sighed. Harry eyed him with concern. "Right, about what?" But his friend already had a feeling what was troubling his best friend all semester. "I have nearly lost my chance on too many occasions. I will tell her, I just need to find the proper time to do so" Ron said softly.
Harry was walking with professor Hooch towards the Quidditch field, as he was preparing to meet the new team for next semester. He intimated some of the new members. Everyone in the school of course knew about his infamous past. The gazes would still amaze him, even after seven years as a student at Hogwarts. "I do not think that I need to introduce Mr. Potter to you" Professor Hooch was speaking. The second and third years were obviously in awe. The class was still silent. "He will be here to assist me in our flying lessons and to discuss the important rules of Quidditch." she stood aside as Harry awkwardly began to speak. Some of the class members tried to suppress a laugh as he spoke shyly. "Speak up!" Hooch said. At that, they all burst into laughter. Harry blushed and clung to his broomstick.
Ron was awaiting Hermione after she had gone to say her goodbyes to her friends in the young ladies dormitory. She had come down the hallway with her long hair flowing all about her, unkept as usual-but her smile was as inviting as it always was. Ron thought she was so beautiful. If only there were a way to tell you.he thought in agony. He was about to approach her when he had run into Professor Snape. As usual, he wore a mocking face and dark expression. He had never favored Ron or his famous friend. "It is a shame you are leaving" Snape said coolly-but lacking sincerity. "Otherwise I would take more points away from Gryffindor for your gaping like that, you look like a baboon Weasley" Ron rolled his eyes. He had learned years ago to simply ignore Snape and not play his game. "I'm quite positive no one ever fancied you like that-ever," Ron said with obvious sarcasm. Snape walked off with a hidden sulk as Ron grinned. Hermione had thought Ron was grinning at her. She approached him slowly. "Whats the grin for?" She said. "I told off Snape" he chuckled. "I'll miss him most" he said playfully. Hermione walked with him down the hall. "I'd figure you'd miss Harry and me the most," she said, her eyes lighting up her face. You have no idea.he thought to himself as he met her gaze.
Featuring:
Harry Potter and Lydia Ann Malfoy
Chapter One
Harry Potter and his friends had just recently graduated from The Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were all very eager to see what life would be bringing them. The headmaster, Dumbledore had recently asked the seventeen year-old Harry if he would like to stay on as an assistant instructor for the popular game of Quidditch-since he had much experience as a seeker. He told him he would consider the offer, since he did not wish to return home to his adoptive family, the Dursleys so readily. In fact, he had grown to detest them more over the years. Once he had grown, he had separated himself even farther away from them, and considered Hogwarts to be his true home.
The Dursleys were not eager to hear about his exploits over the years either. In fact, now that he was considered to be a wizard of first class ranking, they feared him even more. "Don't bother coming home," the last note from Vernon Dursley read. It never was home to me, Harry had found himself thinking. So-the only question left for him was, where to go now? Ronald was packing his things one late afternoon, gazing at his friend silently. "I am glad that Charlie wanted you to join him. I could not see you anywhere else" Harry had spoken to him silently. "Neither could I" he replied. "Write to me?" Harry asked, "of course. You are never far from my mind now, Harry. I hope you know that." Ronald extended out his hand "best friends forever?" He grinned, "yes" Harry smiled warmly. At that, the two young men went slowly down the curving staircases together that lead to the main dining hall where many of the students from all of the houses gathered. Ronald was secretly hoping to find Hermione there. She too had grown into a striking figure for her seventeen years. Ronald had been admiring her from afar too long. she had appeared a few moments later. Harry gave His friend a silent look of curiosity as he watched him gaze at Hermione. "Hello Ron," she smiled, "Harry" Hermione quickly added, trying to hide her own admiration of the tall, yet somewhat lanky red-head before her. He nodded his head slightly. "Any plans now that we've all graduated?" Ron asked her carefully. "Well, yes of course" she said, putting a careless
hand through her untamed brown hair. She went on and on about the possibilities she was considering as her friend's interested gazes never left her. "But I will miss it here!" She said with a renewed longing in her voice. "Well, I suppose I should go finish packing my books" Hermione said with a friendly smile. Ron had wanted to say something to keep her there.but he was too busy being distracted by her voice and how her eyes never left his.
"Why didn't you say something to her?" Harry asked Ron. "I've tried countless times." he whispered. Before Harry could answer, he felt someone roughly push up against him. "Malfoy!" Harry said under his breath. The two of them were still rivals-ever since Harry was eleven. "Women troubles Weasley?" Malfoy joked. "Shut up Draco" Ron said. Harry could see the delight in Malfoy's dark eyes. "I must have hit a sensitive spot" he laughed and left them to join his friends in the Slytherin group. "There are things I would have liked to say to him" Ron uttered, "me too" Harry scowled. "In a way, he's right," Ron sighed. Harry eyed him with concern. "Right, about what?" But his friend already had a feeling what was troubling his best friend all semester. "I have nearly lost my chance on too many occasions. I will tell her, I just need to find the proper time to do so" Ron said softly.
Harry was walking with professor Hooch towards the Quidditch field, as he was preparing to meet the new team for next semester. He intimated some of the new members. Everyone in the school of course knew about his infamous past. The gazes would still amaze him, even after seven years as a student at Hogwarts. "I do not think that I need to introduce Mr. Potter to you" Professor Hooch was speaking. The second and third years were obviously in awe. The class was still silent. "He will be here to assist me in our flying lessons and to discuss the important rules of Quidditch." she stood aside as Harry awkwardly began to speak. Some of the class members tried to suppress a laugh as he spoke shyly. "Speak up!" Hooch said. At that, they all burst into laughter. Harry blushed and clung to his broomstick.
Ron was awaiting Hermione after she had gone to say her goodbyes to her friends in the young ladies dormitory. She had come down the hallway with her long hair flowing all about her, unkept as usual-but her smile was as inviting as it always was. Ron thought she was so beautiful. If only there were a way to tell you.he thought in agony. He was about to approach her when he had run into Professor Snape. As usual, he wore a mocking face and dark expression. He had never favored Ron or his famous friend. "It is a shame you are leaving" Snape said coolly-but lacking sincerity. "Otherwise I would take more points away from Gryffindor for your gaping like that, you look like a baboon Weasley" Ron rolled his eyes. He had learned years ago to simply ignore Snape and not play his game. "I'm quite positive no one ever fancied you like that-ever," Ron said with obvious sarcasm. Snape walked off with a hidden sulk as Ron grinned. Hermione had thought Ron was grinning at her. She approached him slowly. "Whats the grin for?" She said. "I told off Snape" he chuckled. "I'll miss him most" he said playfully. Hermione walked with him down the hall. "I'd figure you'd miss Harry and me the most," she said, her eyes lighting up her face. You have no idea.he thought to himself as he met her gaze.