The Death Eater's Son
Chapter 1 - Envy
Ronald Weasley didn't have much to be envious about. With flaming red hair and freckles, he was awkwardly tall and lanky. His robes were always torn and faded, his wand unpolished and his hair unkempt. His family was of the poorest of wizarding families so he really couldn't afford new clothes or possessions. He was never one to stand out as he was stuck between a score of older brothers and a younger sister, not to mention his best friend was the famous Harry Potter.
No, Ron Weasley did not possess any physical charms or material things to be envious about at all.
And yet Draco Malfoy found himself sitting in Potions on a cloudy afternoon loathing the boy two feet away from him, his face transfixed on the girl beside him as she tried to explain the difference between Essence of Frog and Essence of Toad.
"...so you see, your skin would break out in warts, but the frog potion would only turn the occupant's skin a hideous green color. No warts included."
His gaze shifted from the shock of red hair to the bushy brown curls beside it.
Granger. Little miss know-it-all, he thought. She thinks she's so smart.
He continued listening as she droned on and on about the effects of the potion.
Well she is really smart, he reminded himself. And she's not a show off...not really. She just wants to help.
He found himself having another one of those daydreams that he'd been having whenever she was around and, repulsed, shook his head violently to clear all images of Hermione Granger.
Damn helpful little twit, she is.
"Oops! Oh....sorry."
Draco laughed maliciously when he saw that Ron had knocked over his vile and all of it's contents came pouring out over the desk and onto the floor.
"Oh, Ron! I swear, you're so clumsy sometimes."
He watched as she helped him clean the table with a flick of her wand, and wiped the front of his robes with her hands.
"Sorry," he said once again as she brushed him off. "Accident, you know."
Draco felt his blood boiling at the sight of Ron's grinning face asHermione gave him a small smile before shaking her head slightly and sitting back down.
He was green with envy. Literally.
He'd been so busy watching their little exchange, he hadn't noticed that his Essence of Frog was beginning to boil, and with a frantic wave of his hand, the entire concoction fell to the ground and exploded.
Coughing, he waved his hands to be rid of the mist, and soon looked down to a green scaly hand whirling through the air.
Oh, bugger, he thought.
"Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape called from the head of the class. "I believe you should go to Madame Pomfrey. You're looking a little...green. And Potter! 5 Points!"
"What for!"
"For questioning me just now!"
Draco stood up in irritation and grabbed his books off the table. As he headed out he caught Hermione's eye, but only for an instant for she quickly looked away. Angry at himself, he pushed open the heavy door and made his way to the hospital wing.
"What is it about her!" he yelled as he made his way up the dungeon steps, his voice echoing off the walls. He wished he could go back. Back before any of these horrid feelings had occured. Back to when he didn't care about her.
It all started only a week ago...
Chapter 1 - Envy
Ronald Weasley didn't have much to be envious about. With flaming red hair and freckles, he was awkwardly tall and lanky. His robes were always torn and faded, his wand unpolished and his hair unkempt. His family was of the poorest of wizarding families so he really couldn't afford new clothes or possessions. He was never one to stand out as he was stuck between a score of older brothers and a younger sister, not to mention his best friend was the famous Harry Potter.
No, Ron Weasley did not possess any physical charms or material things to be envious about at all.
And yet Draco Malfoy found himself sitting in Potions on a cloudy afternoon loathing the boy two feet away from him, his face transfixed on the girl beside him as she tried to explain the difference between Essence of Frog and Essence of Toad.
"...so you see, your skin would break out in warts, but the frog potion would only turn the occupant's skin a hideous green color. No warts included."
His gaze shifted from the shock of red hair to the bushy brown curls beside it.
Granger. Little miss know-it-all, he thought. She thinks she's so smart.
He continued listening as she droned on and on about the effects of the potion.
Well she is really smart, he reminded himself. And she's not a show off...not really. She just wants to help.
He found himself having another one of those daydreams that he'd been having whenever she was around and, repulsed, shook his head violently to clear all images of Hermione Granger.
Damn helpful little twit, she is.
"Oops! Oh....sorry."
Draco laughed maliciously when he saw that Ron had knocked over his vile and all of it's contents came pouring out over the desk and onto the floor.
"Oh, Ron! I swear, you're so clumsy sometimes."
He watched as she helped him clean the table with a flick of her wand, and wiped the front of his robes with her hands.
"Sorry," he said once again as she brushed him off. "Accident, you know."
Draco felt his blood boiling at the sight of Ron's grinning face asHermione gave him a small smile before shaking her head slightly and sitting back down.
He was green with envy. Literally.
He'd been so busy watching their little exchange, he hadn't noticed that his Essence of Frog was beginning to boil, and with a frantic wave of his hand, the entire concoction fell to the ground and exploded.
Coughing, he waved his hands to be rid of the mist, and soon looked down to a green scaly hand whirling through the air.
Oh, bugger, he thought.
"Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape called from the head of the class. "I believe you should go to Madame Pomfrey. You're looking a little...green. And Potter! 5 Points!"
"What for!"
"For questioning me just now!"
Draco stood up in irritation and grabbed his books off the table. As he headed out he caught Hermione's eye, but only for an instant for she quickly looked away. Angry at himself, he pushed open the heavy door and made his way to the hospital wing.
"What is it about her!" he yelled as he made his way up the dungeon steps, his voice echoing off the walls. He wished he could go back. Back before any of these horrid feelings had occured. Back to when he didn't care about her.
It all started only a week ago...