A-ha! Second chapter. Seriously, I am unsure as to where this story is going; it's got a mind of its own! I of course own none of the characters etc…they belong to J.K Rowling. Well, here goes…
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As soon as Draco heard the incantation, his fear was that he was going to be too late to save his friends increased. Pulling his wand out of his robes, he ran in the direction of the library, hoping against hope that he could at least lessen the pain his friends would have inflicted upon them by their attacker. As he neared the doors of the library he slowed his pace to a stop, edged between the gap, looked to his left and saw shadows caused by the candle-light near the restricted book section.
He manoeuvred himself as quietly as possible behind the shelves that were directly opposite the four writhing bodies he could see on the floor of the library. He could make out the glimmer of a silencing charm around them.
Eyeing the attacker he aimed his wand, 'Expelliarmus!!'
The attacker's wand flew up into the air, over the shelves and into Draco's outstretched hand, while his wand hand remained pointed at his attacker between several copies of The Wizards' Compendium.
'Dobby!' he called into the darkness, there was a loud crack and the house-elf materialised at his side.
'Yes sir?' he squeaked.
'Fetch Dumbledore.'
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'Mr Malfoy!' Snape's voice rang through Draco's head, disrupting his brooding over the misery that being at Hogwarts had caused him since day one. Shocked back to the classroom, Draco saw that Snape was directly in front of him, looking at him with that special look of pure hatred that he seemed to share with only Draco.
'Got your attention have I? Detention tonight at 6pm and a 2ft essay on the properties of the Draught of Peace by tomorrow. No excuses. Understood?' Snape smirked with satisfaction as Draco nodded and then turned back towards the front of the classroom. Draco's face instantly clouded over and he shot a sure-to-kill death stare of his very own at Snape's retreating back.
Detention and extra homework? He thought. This isn't fair!! Potter gets to do whatever he wants, he turned up to class in pyjamas today for Merlin's sake.
He turned to look at Snape's pet, Harry Potter, the Great-I-Am and scowled openly. Harry turned at that moment, saw Draco's scowling and his own face broke into a grin.
Smug bastard thought Draco and decided that since he had to write an essay on the blasted potion that Hermione, the curly haired bint, was wittering on about he thought it prudent to start paying attention. But all he could seem to do was long for the bell.
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When Harry saw Malfoy glare at him, he almost laughed out loud. Seeing Malfoy punished for once was far better than winning than ever winning the Quidditch Cup.
At least Malfoy still hates me he thought still grinning, as he tried to take in the notes he had been given some things never change…unlike Ron.
When he'd taken his usual seat next to Ron, he'd found notes already written for him, they even had his name on the top!
'I made duplicates with that spell Flitwick was teaching us in Charms yesterday,' Ron had explained 'I think I got everything down, you know how fast Hermione talks when she's into something.' He had rolled his eyes and Harry had laughed, mostly out of shock to see Ron actually studying.
He looked at Hermione, yes she was still teaching, and then he looked back at Ron…still studying. Hmmm I wonder…he didn't have time to finish his thought however as Ron nudged him.
'So…where were you this morning? Me and Hermione looked everywhere, well except the hospital wing, is that the reason for the pyjamas?' Ron asked. 'Me and H were worried about you mate.'
Harry grinned again. 'Ron. Prepare yourself for a laugh.'
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By the time Draco left Potions half an hour later he had managed to lose a further 10 points for Gryffindor in addition to the 20 he had lost before the class had even started. He stomped down the dungeon corridor and made his way upwards in the direction of the portrait hole.
'You don't seem happy Draco! What's happened my dear?' the Fat Lady asked as he reached the entrance to the common room.
'Potions happened. Asparagus tips.' Draco responded sullenly and the portrait swung open to allow him access. He went up the stairs to the dormitories and flung himself on his bed. If only I had someone I could talk to, if only Sirius hadn't got himself killed, if only… 'Wait a minute,' he sat up abruptly 'Sirius?! Why would I talk to him? What the hell is going on? I need to speak to Dumbledore.' He made to get off his bed and saw Neville staring at him nervously.
'Are you okay Draco?' he asked in a timid voice.
'Neville, where's Harry Potter?'
''Down in the Slytherin common room I expect. You're not going to start another fight with him are you?' Neville replied as he sorted through his trunk.
'No, I was just wondering, umm, this might sound odd but when was our last fight?'
'Yesterday. Right after Charms, are you sure you're ok? Madam Pomfrey told you should stay in the hospital wing today, she was afraid you had concussion. Do you want me to take you back?' Neville had stood up by this point and was eyeing Draco as though the suspected concussion would show itself on his face.
'No, I'm fine, really Neville. I've just had a bad day is all. I think I'm going to go see Dumbledore.' Draco said quickly. The last thing he needed was Neville to alert the others of his peculiar behaviour. He wasn't even sure what was going on, Dumbledore was definitely his safest bet. He was on his way out of the bedroom when Neville cleared his throat.
'Draco?'
'Yeah?' he paused and looked back at him.
'You're going to see Dumbledore? Really?'
'Yes. Look Neville I have to go.' Draco said impatiently and left the dormitories.
Neville sat on his bed and shook his head.
Good luck trying to get help from that snot-nosed poltergeist.
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Dumbledore's a poltergeist? Seriously that's the best you could come up with? What does Draco know that Harry suspects? And where are the biscuits??
Please review, it will really help, so I know whether the story is making any sense (well any nonsense anyway).
