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Chapter 2 – Penalty
"What is your problem?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"You do not answer when I talk to you."
"Have I ever listened to what you say, Goyle?"
Goyle stared rebelliously against Draco before he fired and walked through the door to the dorms. "Have fun tomorrow, Malfoy!" he cried out before smashing it again.
Draco was left with only the thoughts he so fervently tried to sort the whole evening.
That Potter, everything had become much sharper this year, Draco thought. How he understood was another riddle. Certainly, they had always been rattled over the years at Hogwarts, but this time it seemed like Potter saw him, Draco, in another way. As if he felt sorry for him. It was in any case what he thought Potter's facial expression had shown at dinner the first night at Hogwarts.
But it was not just then... Sometimes when they saw each other and Draco had a quick desire to throw a curse over Potter, or to kill him, he had first looked shocked that they met in the corridor or wherever they were - but then he had got that grimace again as Draco really regretted. And after that he had looked surprised, turned his back and walked in the direction he came from.
What was his problem, really? Sometimes he was probably enough to answer - something that the skull and the bloodshed always tried to stop - and succeeded - until now, but many times it seemed that he was afraid of the mere sight of the Slytherin.
Something strange has happened. Something he has to know.
Draco's father was still in Azkaban, and his mother had the whole big house all to himself and was certainly ill of concern for what might happen to her husband. Draco himself has punishments throughout the semester ... but it would not be something that Potter would sit and cheat on, but on the contrary - if it had been a year ago he'd laughed at him. Or?
He should be afraid! He thought and dunk his fist on the couch next to him. Death seeker was released on Hogwarts thanks to Draco, and they even managed to kill Dumbledore! The greatest wizard of all time! Nevertheless, McGonagall had sent a letter to Draco where it was said that he had another chance because that was what Dumbledore had done. That Draco had not really known what he was about to have been forced by Lord Voldemort ...
But what did the facial expressions mean? Because he did not know Potter, he could not read them properly.
If not ... yes, if not now Potters had actually begun to show respect for Draco and now actually was afraid?
There was no point in continuing to think about it. Potter would only make him confused ... just wanted to be damn with him.
Draco looked into the fire that slowly cracked in the fireplace, it was about to die out, it was late ... Tomorrow he would have the whole castle for himself. It was Saturday the ninth of September, the first excursion day to Hogsmeade, and he would have a punishment together with the messy old man Filch.
Draco hit his head in the bedside table on the way down the floor. He slowly sat up, bumped and felt for a future bump in the side of the skull.
"What are you doing over there?" Blaise Zabini murmured from the bed opposite.
But Draco did not answer, he just climbed up on the bed again and pulled the veil around it so that he would not see. Had this been a normal night, he would probably have been embarrassed - without showing it of course - that he was rolling out of bed ... but not in the night.
A nightmare. He had a nightmare. Such a disgusting, nervous and terribly horrible nightmare that Draco now sat and held the stomach for bubbling of vomiting. Why in the name of the world would he want to do something as abominable as he did in the dream? He would not even think about it. Just wanted to forget, put the obliviatus confession on itself.
He and Potter? The downy, disgusting pots ... Stand and hold your hands on the whipping arrow tree and discuss if they are going to infect the ghostly cottage together and ... NO! Why? Why, why and why?
He did not fall asleep that night. Without lying awake, he shook while waiting for something. But he does not know what he was waiting for. That the sun would go up? Better times? That someone would give him a poisoned drink so he could kill himself? The latter sounded attractive ... But why would he do such a thing over a dream?
Draco was ready for the next morning when he heard that the others in the room began to move and wake up. Time for breakfast. Do not hope he's sitting there when I come ... Draco thought as he walked up the stairs from the basement to the Big Hall, alone. It was Saturday, and anyone who would - and could - would go down to Hogsmeade later today. But Draco, he would not go anywhere, because he had punishment to perform. Sigh.
Some morning girls from third-class students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were already in the dining room and ate. Clearly they were tomorrow morning, it was the first time they would visit the wizard's village.
He settled down somewhere in the center of Slytherin's table and began to take care of the food. What stupid he's been wearing ... Get so excited about a dream - a pissed dreary dream - and missed a whole night's sleep because of it. Draco decided to go downstairs and try to sleep for a while right after he had eaten.
The teapot went well. He got his sleep for two hours and then went straight to the janitor's office. Draco's first task of the day was to put the school's pockets and the entire cabinet. Not so hard but boring. As he sat and polished, he thought about how much fun everyone else must have right now. Not because Draco himself liked going to Hogsmeade - in fact, he did not think anything was particularly fun - but he could imagine how it was for everyone else. That one, happiness, euphoria, happiness ... be happy.
Why could he, Draco, never just be happy? There was really no luck at all in his life, but there was nothing he could walk around and say to others. Even his former girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, dumped him last year just because she thought he was boring and ... depressed all the time.
Yikes, thought Draco, depressed? Why?
He had money, could get everything he wanted and point to ... but why could not he settle? Was it really as you said - that money is not everything?
It's just stupid. Clearly you'll be lucky if you have money.
He thought it must be this stupid school that affects him. The people here who were stupid and exceedingly happy about nothing. But as soon as his career starts, he will get the power he deserves, and he can avenge anyone who has ever hurt him.
Draco laughed a bit for himself. I'm happy just thinking about it, so I'll be happier as soon as I finish school, he thought. He discovered that he was sitting on the floor and did not remember how he ended up there. So he got up quickly and looked around, not wanting anyone to have seen that he was not doing his job.
He brushed his pants and sighed, now they were certainly completely destroyed by the dirty floor. Draco did not return to continue to put the pockets, but instead went to a couch a few meters further down the corridor.
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The lunch he spent with students from the first and second grade courses, and from third grade students who had been tired of visiting Hogsmeade, or saved the money when they really needed it.
Draco sat with Theodor Nott from his own grade, he did not like the others from Slytherin ... actually he did not like Theodor either, but he had about the same interests as Draco.
"So, this chick then ..." babbled Nott. "... I said she would come to my bedroom after dinner tonight. I'll try to spread around to the others that they can stay away. You are, of course. "
"Certainly." murmured Draco. He did not care to be nice and let Nott get the room tonight to spend time with his new girl, he just could not say.
Nott always did so anyway; brought girls from the lower classes to the room and sent them out to others. The only thing that really served was Zabini, but he rarely won the battle because he himself needed to have the room at times. Draco had never sent out his roommates to have a girl over. Pansy had slept over anyway. And those who did not get out of what was happening in his bed could kindly leave the room themselves.
He did not think he was more right than what others had in the room, but he did not feel he needed to boss over those who could make him big and important services in the future.
"So how are you doing with the team?" Asked Nott after having put his glass of pumpkin juice, he just had a bite.
"Ah, I do not really care."
"Should not you ask someone else to be the captain then?"
"Well, maybe ..." Draco threw a quick glance over the room to see who arrived through the door. It was Pansy and her girl friend. They did not even look at him when they sat at the far end of the table.
"Oh-ho-oh!" laughed Nott. "Call the eye! What have you done now?"
"What I've done?" Draco looked into Nott's eyes with a wrinkle on the forehead.
"I have never seen her so pissed before she looked at you. Come on, what have you been doing this time?"
"I've never done anything to her?" Draco was almost angry. How did he find out?
"Ah, but ... come on. You've been together for several years back? She sat far away and did not even greet you, just watched your way."
"Did she?" Draco must have missed it completely. "No, we do not hang out anymore. It ended before the end of the sixth." He was careful not to tell who it was that ended.
It was a bit embarrassing indeed. That he, Draco Malfoy, was dumped by a girl. A bit ugly as well. He would not have given her any further attention, or treated her like a girlfriend. But still, it would have been he who dumped her? But Draco had no idea at all what a relationship could mean. He had no direct feelings for Pansy, and probably never had any. If he had not been in love without noticing it. He did not miss her, and did not think of her all the days ... So in love, he probably was never; he'd just hung up in the stream and tried to be someone who could get a girl without barely asking her.
He had not shown her any respect at all. Perhaps that's why she did not want to be with him? How handsome and rich he was? There must have been something more that the igel would have ... feelings.
"Ah," sighed Nott, as if he had understood something hidden in Draco's eyes. He drained Draco in his back and got up. "Girls are nothing to have. Just to find a new one, right?"
Draco thought to protest, but did not think it was worth discussing. Nott may believe what he wants.
"I was going to go down to the living room."
"Of course." sighed Draco and looked away from Pansy.
Slut.
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In the afternoon, Draco went down to the lodge's cabin. If his father had not been in prison, he'd stopped this. It was more than punishment, it was suicide. Or murder, if that half-man planned to throw another dangerous animal over Draco.
He walked over the lawn and took a look beyond the vast area between the mountains and the forest, and the ladder that led from Hogsmeade up to the castle's eastern side. He heard a bunch of people talking loudly and laughing, and among them went Harry Potter. It was him, the dirt skull and the bloodshed. They could not see Draco, who was now hiding behind a large rock about fifty yards from the ladder. He did not hear what they said, but waited until the voices disappeared behind the curve so he could sneak out again.
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" When he turned around, he saw Professor McGonagall coming from the half-way cottage. She had probably seen him stupidly sit and cheat behind the stone. "Did you spy on Potter and his friends?"
"Obviously not!" he protested badly, the self-defense instinct started. He almost sounded like a little child who had been bothered to make a joke and is now grieving for justice. "What do they have to say that would interest me?"
"Yes, I wonder too. Will not you be at Hagrid now?"
"Does not it look like I'm on my way?"
"Not the tone of a teacher, Malfoy. Be careful not to get a deduction."
"Sorry, Professor." murmured Draco and lowered his head in a lamenting regrettable gesture.
"Good day." she slipped away, further towards the school.
Draco resisted the temptation that childishly put out her tongue to her back, and walked towards the half-timbered cottage in the woods.
His second task was to sort batsmen to the third-year students lesson that would be held in a few hours. He had thick gloves on it, but it was still scary when the worms ringed out of his grip and down to the ground. He jumped up with a scream and tried to avoid getting the shame on his expensive designer shoes.
"Yes, please, Malfoy!" shouted Hagrid from the discount under the window on the other side of the garden. "They will not hurt you! Just pick up those who hit the ground with my gloves."
Draco swallowed the bad slings would have liked to throw out - really banish that stupid half-giant - and instead mumbled some swords and picked up the flattering mask carefully and put it back in the jar. It was not that he wanted to improve, but just wanted to pretend he would improve and maybe let go of these penalties a little earlier.
Actually, he would have ended up in Azkaban ... But McGonagall had said that Dumbledore - the old man who saw good things in all and wanted to give everybody a new chance - would have looked so he would not end there at all because he did not act on his own watch over the last two years. He had already reached seventeen years before, but if the ministry had received his will, let Draco end up in Azkaban, he'd been there a long time ago. Horrible thought.
After a few hours, Draco was ready with the flattering worms and would go up to the school's library, where he would help the library director Madam Pince to put the books in the right places - something he did not look forward to.