Head Duties – Even Unbearable Ones
.Chapter 2.
Draco's Morning
"..." – talking
'...' – thoughts
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Draco had been having strange dreams. Some of his past and others of his present. He would wake in a cold sweat. Some of the things of his past he couldn't, wouldn't, tell anybody, no matter what. He was dreaming of his past when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" he answered groggily.
"Hey! You ready to do what we planned today?"
"Crabbe, what time is it?"
"It's seven am. Why?"
"Because...I'M STILL SLEEPING!"
"Malfoy, we start school today. I thought you were Head Boy and you really wanted to do this before school?"
"School? Today? Are you serious?"
"Malfoy, with you I'm always serious."
"Then Hell yeah. Let's go."
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"Smells like old cigars, liquor and b.o. in here. You're sure there is no other place in town?" Draco asked Crabbe.
"Yeah, this is the best place in town."
"Is there a Mr. Crabbe and a Mr. Malfoy here?" the guy asked the room.
"Yeah, what for?" Draco asked haughtily.
"Draco, chill man. He leads us to the backroom." Crabbe whispered to Draco.
"Alright, let's do this."
