The Ties that Bind, The Ties That Shatter
A/N: After his father is captured, then escapes from Azkaban, Draco Malfoy is left with nothing but false friends that want to ascend the rungs of the social ladder using his reputation, and his thoughts about who he believed was his enemy, yet is now being seen otherwise in his eyes; Hermione Granger. The question is, does she feel the same way about him?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter...I only own the plot...
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Lying shirtless on his stomach in the Head Boy/Head Girl common room, Draco Malfoy disinterestedly surveyed the stack of books, quills and parchment scattered all around him. On his face, he wore his usual mask of coldness, his sheer, grey eyes betraying nothing, yet yearning for something...someone to listen to him, to understand...
Those stupid blokes Crabbe and Goyle are too bloody thick to understand anything...And Padma...
He trailed off, shuddering at the very thought of his clingy, self-obsessed girlfriend.
Ever since his father, Lucius Malfoy narrowly escaped from the Dementor's Kiss and Azkaban, he had begun to think about how foolish he was to idolize the father he never really knew. Lucius was almost always either off doing some silly mission for the half-blood that he worshipped, or locked himself into his room for hours, even days at a time.
Subconsciously, he recalled what he knew about his father.
Lucius Malfoy served the Dark Lord as a Death Eater, sacrificing his time and energy to please Voldemort. His father was a Death Eater before him, and his grandfather before his father. Therefore, Lucius was expected to join the ranks of the Dark Lord.
It's quite ironic, how father despised mudbloods and halfbloods, trying so hard to rid the world of them, yet he serves a half blood himself...
Seeing how his father had more or less controlled his life, Lucius was betrothed at a young age to another pure blood, Narcissa Black. The couple's only goal in life was to have a child to swell the ranks of their Lord. Thus, Draco Lucius Malfoy was born.
Remembering his last moments with his father were painful, yet his father's last words before he disappeared were etched in the back of Draco's troubled mind.
"How can you take someone's soul, if it's not there?"
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"Excuse me Malfoy...I need to get my quills."
Draco snapped out of his thoughts and briefly looked up, only to find himself gazing at Hermione Granger, newly appointed Head Girl. As he looked back down at his homerwork, he unconcsiously started daydreaming about Hermione.
Over the summer, she had changed quite a lot. Although her hair had been straightened, accentuating her natural blond highlights contrasting against her shiny dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, and although she carried herself a bit higher, she was still the same studious book-loving girl she has always been.
Granger certainly has changed, although I must say, it's for the better...Hermione with her petite frame and full lips...I wonder what they taste like...What the bloody hell am I thinking?!?!?! She is nothing more than a mudblood!!!
"Malfoy...My quills?" Hermione reminded impatiently, causing Draco to slowly get up, infuriating her even more.
What's wrong with him? He's not calling me mudblood anymore...Hmm...Maybe the fact that losing his father's influence over him has changed him for the better...I must admit though, all those years of playing Quidditch really helped tone his muscles...Am I falling for him?!?! No, it's not possible...
And at that, Hermione ran out of the room into her dormitory, leaving herself, AND Draco, to ponder over their thoughts.
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A/N: I'm sorry this chapter was so short, I just haven't found much time...This is my first ever fanfic, so please bear with me...Reviews would be greatly appreciated, and flames are welcome too, although they DO tend to slow me down...