Hi guys! I don't have much to say. This fic sucks.I absolutly hate it.It's a two part, and I hope you like, though i don't.
Disclaimer: Tara belongs to me. All other belong to J.K.
Well, this is a Draco fic, maybe a bit depressing.
Jeez, I'm already running out of Ideas.
Enjoy!
Draco stood there, glaring at Harry, Hermione and Ron. "Look at them" he said to Crabbe and Goyle. "the three musketeers! Just a bunch a Losers! A Mudblood, a pauper and an orphan! How nice! Longbottom should join them, he's a dunce. Man, I'm glad I'm not them." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
But deep inside Draco knew he didn't hate them, he was just jealous. Lots of people really hated him, including the famous trio, and his "friends", Crabbe and Goyle, were nothing but a couple of oversized idiots, almost worse than Neville.
Draco may not hate Harry and his friends, but he did hate his Father. The number of times he wanted to hit him right back... but that was out of the question. Anybody that really knew Lucius could not help but hate him. But to Draco the fact that he beat on him and his mother just made him want to hate him even more. He did love his mother, and he knew that she loved him, but they were never aloud to show it. No, emotion was not permitted in the Malfoy residence.
All Draco wanted was real friends, a happy life. He really didn't think Harry was that bad. But just the thought of what his father would do if he found that Draco was befriending the lower classes, or even the very person who led his Master to his downfall, Harry Potter! No it was too horrible to think of. His mother would probably get hit for having such a worthless son. So Draco went on being his fake horrible self.
But that all changed the day in their fifth year, that Tara Harrington came to the school.
It was their third day of the new school year, when Professor Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement.
"we have a new student transferring to us from another school. Her name is Tara Harrington. She is in her sixth year and will be sorted tonight. Will you please go fetch her Minerva?
Professor McGonagall came back the most gorgeous girl Draco had ever seen. She had Long auburn hair that cascade all the way down her back, an intense pair of forrest green eyes and a beautiful smile. She smiled at everyone as she entered the hall. And Draco wasn't the only guy who was staring at her. Most of the male population of Hogwarts was sitting jaw hanging loose. Over at the Gryffindor table, Angelina Johnson slapped Fred Weasley, who's surprisingly long tongue was hanging out and told him to shut his mouth or she'd do it for him.
Tara sat on a stool and placed the sorting hat on her head. She sat there for an unusual amount of time, almost as long as Harry, until the sorting hat yelled:
"Slythindor!"
There was suddenly a great uproar in the great hall. "Slythindor?" "That old hat's finally losing it's marbles!"
"Quiet!" said Professor Dumbledore. "I have resolved the problem" He had been conversing with the hat while the rest of the Hall was wondering what had happened.
He set it back on the stool, and it said in a singsong voice,
"Sorry to all of you, especially to you Tara. I meant to say
Gryffindor."
Draco was a bit disappointed. He really wanted her in his house. But the rest of dinner went along without surprises, and afterwards Draco went straight up to bed.
The next morning, Tara sat down at breakfast with Harry, Herm and Ron.
What do we have first this morning?" she asked.
"Potions" said Harry, wrinkling his nose.
"Is Snape really that bad?" she asked, but did not wait for the answer. 'Who's that cutie over at the Slytherin table?" she asked.
"What, you mean Draco?" asked Hermione, horrified.
"Yeah. Why don't you introduce me?" she said, pulling Herm out of her chair.
Draco had been staring at Tara all morning. And then suddenly she was coming his way, with Hermione.
"Draco" said Hermione, reluctantly.
"What do you want Granger?"
"Well-"
But Tara had taken over.
"Hi! I'm Tara, and I couldn't help noticing you from my table so I thought I'd come over to introduce myself."
"that's nice of you" he said, smiling.
What? thought Hermione? No rude comment? And then it hit her. Draco had been one of the many guys in the hall who had been staring at her, mouth hanging open.
She stood there as Tara and Draco we're talking and stared unbelievably as he and Tara walked right by her and out of the hall, talking excitedly.
But it didn't stop there. Over the next few months, they were always together, out for walks, studying in the library. It made Hermione sick.
"What does she see in him?" she asked Harry.
"I don't know. I really don't know"
But if Tara wasn't with Draco, she was with Hermione. They had become really good friends. And they shared secrets. One day, she told Herm:
"Hermi, I'm really worried about Draco. He's got scars and he came back from Chrismas holidays with bruises down his arms, and when I offered to give him a massage, he wouldn't take his shirt off. I think Lucius beats him."
"I wouldn't be surprised" she answered. "Draco's father is deep in the dark arts and Power hungry. He's do anything to keep his family name. If Draco disobeyed him" she paused. "I wouldn't want to know what he'd do."
"I;m so worried! I love him and I think he loves me back, and I know one of the reasons his father is hurting him is me." She started to cry and Hermione moved over to comfort her.
Draco was pretty cheerful. He loved Tara, and even though his father had found out about her, and had given him a good beating, he was having the time of his life, and he knew know, that he had a real friend.
Tara woke up that night with a bad feeling, so she decided to go visit Draco. She crept out of the Gryffindor common room and made her way to the Slytherin one. The sixth year slytherin boys were one too many to fit into a Dormitory, so Draco, being the rich one, had his own private Dormitory. She entered and turned on the light. SHe stared ant the bed in horror. There was Draco, out cold, spread on the bed, a bloody gash on her head.
"Draco!!" she screamed.
***
The end of part 1.
review
or email me
water_nymph@swimmail.com
~Danie
Disclaimer: Tara belongs to me. All other belong to J.K.
Well, this is a Draco fic, maybe a bit depressing.
Jeez, I'm already running out of Ideas.
Enjoy!
Draco stood there, glaring at Harry, Hermione and Ron. "Look at them" he said to Crabbe and Goyle. "the three musketeers! Just a bunch a Losers! A Mudblood, a pauper and an orphan! How nice! Longbottom should join them, he's a dunce. Man, I'm glad I'm not them." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
But deep inside Draco knew he didn't hate them, he was just jealous. Lots of people really hated him, including the famous trio, and his "friends", Crabbe and Goyle, were nothing but a couple of oversized idiots, almost worse than Neville.
Draco may not hate Harry and his friends, but he did hate his Father. The number of times he wanted to hit him right back... but that was out of the question. Anybody that really knew Lucius could not help but hate him. But to Draco the fact that he beat on him and his mother just made him want to hate him even more. He did love his mother, and he knew that she loved him, but they were never aloud to show it. No, emotion was not permitted in the Malfoy residence.
All Draco wanted was real friends, a happy life. He really didn't think Harry was that bad. But just the thought of what his father would do if he found that Draco was befriending the lower classes, or even the very person who led his Master to his downfall, Harry Potter! No it was too horrible to think of. His mother would probably get hit for having such a worthless son. So Draco went on being his fake horrible self.
But that all changed the day in their fifth year, that Tara Harrington came to the school.
It was their third day of the new school year, when Professor Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement.
"we have a new student transferring to us from another school. Her name is Tara Harrington. She is in her sixth year and will be sorted tonight. Will you please go fetch her Minerva?
Professor McGonagall came back the most gorgeous girl Draco had ever seen. She had Long auburn hair that cascade all the way down her back, an intense pair of forrest green eyes and a beautiful smile. She smiled at everyone as she entered the hall. And Draco wasn't the only guy who was staring at her. Most of the male population of Hogwarts was sitting jaw hanging loose. Over at the Gryffindor table, Angelina Johnson slapped Fred Weasley, who's surprisingly long tongue was hanging out and told him to shut his mouth or she'd do it for him.
Tara sat on a stool and placed the sorting hat on her head. She sat there for an unusual amount of time, almost as long as Harry, until the sorting hat yelled:
"Slythindor!"
There was suddenly a great uproar in the great hall. "Slythindor?" "That old hat's finally losing it's marbles!"
"Quiet!" said Professor Dumbledore. "I have resolved the problem" He had been conversing with the hat while the rest of the Hall was wondering what had happened.
He set it back on the stool, and it said in a singsong voice,
"Sorry to all of you, especially to you Tara. I meant to say
Gryffindor."
Draco was a bit disappointed. He really wanted her in his house. But the rest of dinner went along without surprises, and afterwards Draco went straight up to bed.
The next morning, Tara sat down at breakfast with Harry, Herm and Ron.
What do we have first this morning?" she asked.
"Potions" said Harry, wrinkling his nose.
"Is Snape really that bad?" she asked, but did not wait for the answer. 'Who's that cutie over at the Slytherin table?" she asked.
"What, you mean Draco?" asked Hermione, horrified.
"Yeah. Why don't you introduce me?" she said, pulling Herm out of her chair.
Draco had been staring at Tara all morning. And then suddenly she was coming his way, with Hermione.
"Draco" said Hermione, reluctantly.
"What do you want Granger?"
"Well-"
But Tara had taken over.
"Hi! I'm Tara, and I couldn't help noticing you from my table so I thought I'd come over to introduce myself."
"that's nice of you" he said, smiling.
What? thought Hermione? No rude comment? And then it hit her. Draco had been one of the many guys in the hall who had been staring at her, mouth hanging open.
She stood there as Tara and Draco we're talking and stared unbelievably as he and Tara walked right by her and out of the hall, talking excitedly.
But it didn't stop there. Over the next few months, they were always together, out for walks, studying in the library. It made Hermione sick.
"What does she see in him?" she asked Harry.
"I don't know. I really don't know"
But if Tara wasn't with Draco, she was with Hermione. They had become really good friends. And they shared secrets. One day, she told Herm:
"Hermi, I'm really worried about Draco. He's got scars and he came back from Chrismas holidays with bruises down his arms, and when I offered to give him a massage, he wouldn't take his shirt off. I think Lucius beats him."
"I wouldn't be surprised" she answered. "Draco's father is deep in the dark arts and Power hungry. He's do anything to keep his family name. If Draco disobeyed him" she paused. "I wouldn't want to know what he'd do."
"I;m so worried! I love him and I think he loves me back, and I know one of the reasons his father is hurting him is me." She started to cry and Hermione moved over to comfort her.
Draco was pretty cheerful. He loved Tara, and even though his father had found out about her, and had given him a good beating, he was having the time of his life, and he knew know, that he had a real friend.
Tara woke up that night with a bad feeling, so she decided to go visit Draco. She crept out of the Gryffindor common room and made her way to the Slytherin one. The sixth year slytherin boys were one too many to fit into a Dormitory, so Draco, being the rich one, had his own private Dormitory. She entered and turned on the light. SHe stared ant the bed in horror. There was Draco, out cold, spread on the bed, a bloody gash on her head.
"Draco!!" she screamed.
***
The end of part 1.
review
or email me
water_nymph@swimmail.com
~Danie