What Goes, Comes Around 2.0
A/N: Hi everyone, this is the revised version of the original What Goes, Comes Around which has since been deleted. I thank you for all the support you've shown to the original story and if you would like to know my reasons for deleting it, please refer to my profile page.
To al new readers, welcome and I hope you enjoy! It's rated M to be safe even though there might be sexually explicit content, I'm not too sure about that yet.
Disclaimer: Not mine even though I wish for it to be. All rights belong to the lovely J K Rowling and her associates.
Chapter 1: Give Thee Tears
The bustling of the corridors annoyed him, as did the stifling warmth that emanated from the walls of the castle. He much preferred the silence and darkness of the dungeons where he could plot undisturbed by the bodyguards that Crabbe and Goyle were.
They weren't friends; he didn't have any friends, he had followers. Lucius had drilled it into him good.
"Friends are liabilities, Draco, and we as Malfoys, shouldn't dirty ourselves with the filth who do not even deserve to be in our presence!"
Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, Theo, Pansy, not one of them mattered when it came down to it. Sure, Blaise and Theo were acquaintances that he admired for their brains and cunningness, but would he risk his neck for them? Definitely not. The same could be said for Parkinson, he thought, as he sneered at the pug-like blonde wench clinging to his right arm, shrieking excitedly about something or another. Even though they weren't involved, Pansy enjoyed acting the part of his girlfriend, he knew, for it afforded her the jealous glances and attentions she otherwise wouldn't have gotten. He didn't mind, after all, it kept all the simpering girls at bay plus it kept his mother from bugging him incessantly about the potential Mrs Malfoy candidates she wanted to set him up with. Although it did irritate him at times when she would sneak into his dorms dressed in skimpy nighties and straddle him in his sleep. Why the bint thought it would arouse him was simply ludicrous for he always sent her away to his dorm mates who welcomed the distractions she provided. In fact, she was the reason why Draco kept him wand at the ready even in sleep, to ensure he was ever ready to fend off Pansy's attentions.
Yet, Draco couldn't help but wonder, as he glimpsed the Golden Trio walking down the corridor and laughing merrily, was the idea of having friends truly as repulsive as Lucius had suggested? Real friends, who cared, protected and loved each other, regardless of the power and wealth behind his family name?
Lost in his musings, Draco hardly reacted when he felt something a soft, warm form knock into him.
Jerking his head up, he chanced a glance and was met with the wide hazel eyes of none other than Granger. Standing up hastily, Draco started picking invisible lint from the front of his expensive black robes while sneering, "Finally figured out you belong below me huh, Granger? The message sure took a bloody long time to register in your thick, mudblood head didn't it?"
The group behind him cackled, enjoying the amusement torturing Granger brought.
Draco though, ignored their reactions, choosing to hold her gaze, watching as her eyes started to sparkle with restrained tears. Silver and hazel sparred and clashed violently in a staring match as their owners' magic started crackling up from their bristling rage.
Finally, it ended when Potter started shaking her shoulder reluctantly, bright green eyes flitting from Draco to Hermione worriedly. The Weasel though, Draco noted with fiendish glee, was standing with his wand ready, a challenging glint in his watered blue orbs. Redheaded freak could hardly harness his magical potential, let alone hex someone, Draco thought sadistically, a smirk tugging at his lips as he raised his eyebrow at Ron's aggressive display.
"I'm okay, Harry" Hermione whispered reassuringly, a smile lighting up at the corners of her lips as she broke the stare and shifted to face the Boy Wonder.
He stared at her questioningly until he apparently got what he was looking for and nodded, moving to embrace her, arms locking tight around Hermione's back while his hands drifted lower and lower till they cupped her bottom.
At this, Draco felt a bolt of anger shoot up the length of his spine while his silver eyes burned coal. Outwardly though, he kept up a mask of indifference, gazing at the scene before him uninterestedly.
" While I thoroughly enjoy this love-fest, it would be best if we get this disgusting display out of here" Draco drawled lazily while flinging away Pansy's wandering hands disgustedly, ignoring her howls of protest. Turning to send her a threatening glare under which she immediately quieted, Draco watched as the two separated slowly, the dark hatred in his eyes sharpening when he saw how one of Potter's hand grazed the side of Granger's ample breasts as he stepped back, inducing a light blush from Granger who fixed the raven haired man with a heated look in her eyes.
Potter and Granger were together, or at least on their way to, judging by the palpable sexual tension between them, Draco realized. Strangely, the acute burning in his chest increased in intensity, forcing a dark scowl on his face.
Spinning on his heel, Draco whirled back and stalked the other way, swallowing the sour taste in his mouth back forcefully though the image of Potter groping Hermione lightly and she actually enjoying his ministrations, was burned and imprinted in his retinas.
It's nothing; I'm just disgusted by how sickening they are, he chanted repeatedly.
Unbeknownst to Draco, his hands were clenched into tight fists.
A/N: I know it's short so far but this chapter's to set to context and all. Just to remind you guys, there would be some HHr until we get to the DMHG so I beg you to be patient till we get there(: