The Heir of Slytherin
The train screeched to a halt. All of the students grabbed their luggage and ran off to the carriages that would take them up to the castle. The only ones who didn't get off were Harry and Malfoy.
"What do you the think we should do? I mean how the hell does he expect us to kill him?" Malfoy stood with both hands clenched at his side and his head down. Malfoy had been fidgety the whole train ride. When Pansy Parkinson had ran up behind him to give him a hug he near jumped out of his skin and as pale as a ghost. Who could blame him though? When Voldemort turned the Malfoy Manor into his personal headquarters, making Lucius and Narcissa's bedroom into his personal office, he might as well have announced their dethroning. Harry had been spending the summer there away from Godric's Hollow, so when Voldemort gave Malfoy and Harry the mission of killing Dumbledore, he saw Malfoys' fear firsthand.
Harry walked over to him and placed both hands on his shoulders. "Hey, look at me." Malfoy head rose slowly until his deep hazel eyes meet Harry's vibrant green. "We have the whole school year to find a way to finish him off. All we have to do is get him alone and kill him." How they were going to do that is what Harry was worried about. Malfoy nodded in response and appeared to relax a little. "We're in this together." Harry brought both hands up to Malfoy's face and kissed him. Malfoy relaxed and leaned into Harry wrapping his arms around his back, holding him tight. Every time they kissed Harry forgot about their mission, Hogwarts, the Death Eaters, even Voldemort. There was only Malfoy. Sometimes Harry imagined them kissing like this in his home at Godric's Hollow. Living together away from the rest of the wizarding world that only knew him as The Heir of Slytherin.
Malfoy pulled away quickly and turned toward the sliding door. "Someone's coming." Harry must have been very distracted because now he could here loud footsteps approaching. The sliding door opened and a girl with brown, bushy hair stepped through. Her eyes widened with surprise when she saw Harry and Malfoy staring at her. "Oh." was all she said we she said. Harry recognized her from classes they had together. Her name was Hermione Granger. She's always hanging around with Neville Longbottom and those other red heads from Gryffindor. After an awkward moment of silence Malfoy clear his throat, his usual devilish smirk on his face. "What happened Granger? Finally realized that you don't belong here and decided to take the train back home? Glad to see you final learned your place in the world."
"Oh shut up Malfoy or I'll turn you into a ferret myself!" She stomped past Malfoy, who looked like he was going to strangle her, and grabbed the last bag from the back of the train car. It was old and tattered in places with the name Ron Weasley sewn into the front of it. She made her way back to the sliding and turned to look at Malfoy. "Best hurry and make you're to the castle, or your father won't be the only one in trouble." With a smile slowly appearing on her face she made her way out the door closing it behind her.
"Damn Mudblood! Who the hell does she think she is?" Malfoy yelled, his pale cheeks beginning to turn red. Harry reached out and grabbed his hand and slowly Malfoy's anger washed away. Usually Harry would ignore the fights between Malfoy and Hermione since they happened every other school day, but he wasn't going to let this one go. Especially not after she made Malfoy so upset. "Come on, let's go before we miss the ride up to the castle. We will take care of her later" Malfoy smiled gave Harry a quick peck on the lips before they both headed for the exit. Glad that Malfoy was distracted by evil plots for Hermione, Harry put his mind to work on how they were going to succeed in killing Dumbledore.
After the ride up to the castle they made their way to the Great Hall were all the first years nervously awaited there sorting. "Hey! What took you so long?" Blaise Zabini stood by the Slytherin table waving at both of them. Malfoy smiled made his way over to him. Harry would have done the same but he got the sudden feeling he was being watched. And he was. At the front of the hall sat Dumbledore. His crystal blue eyes, hidden behind half moon glasses, watched Harry's every move. The more they stared at each other the more Harry realized how treacherous the road ahead was for both him and Malfoy.
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