Draco Malfoy

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I am to do my prefect rounds, starting from where Gryffindors are packed. I grumble as my morning couldn't have gotten any worse. First I have to face the Gryffindorks and one whole fuckin' train and not one glimpse of Granger. Not even in the Prefects compartment. You would think I would run into her at least once, but no. Of course not. To let go of some of my frustration, I plan on scaring first years. But I change my mind at the last second. Word of what I was doing could travel to a certain Gryffindor. Stewing in my anger, I start to make my way back to the Slytherin side of the train when I run into Blaise Zabini.

"Oh, Draco, done scaring first years I see." He chuckles lightly as he takes a bite of an apple.

"Yes, because I hadn't got anything better to do than to be preoccupied by damn first years." I don't mention that I was planning to of course.

"Wow, changed man I see." He doesn't know how much of an understatment that is. I feel a pang of sorrow in the pit of my stomach but I push it down. I look down the hall of the train and grateful that everybody is inside their compartments. Even if they weren't I have the power to make them go back in. Blaise is one of my least annoying friends. The few that don't make me want to crucio myself-if my wand would allow it of course. Blaise is just as clever as I, and useful. Suddenly I have an idea. I open one of the compartment doors and am faced with four first years. I glare at them and growl, "Get out."

They do as they are told, trying to gather all of the sweets they have bought. Impatient as I am with first years I snap, "Leave them, you'll have the compartment back soon." They stare wide eyed at me and file out quickly, all the while Blaise watches me with a puzzled look on his face.

"Get in." I say to Blaise. He raises his eyebrows, takes another bite of his apple but obliges. Once the compartment door is closed and locked I sit in the seat oppposite to him.

"Draco, girls are more my thing. But if they weren't I would preferably not want someone like you." He has a humorous look on his face but I just cringe.

"Shut up you prat," only I am half-joking. "I need your help."

"Oh yes, Draco Malfoy come to the Great for help."

I frown. Mainly because he has just called himself great. The other half is due to the fact that I am asking for help. It makes me sound so...incapable. But I do need help. Asking for help depends on my mother's life and my own, I would do it all the time. Even If people started to see me as weak and think of my incapability to do stuff on my own. I sigh heavily and shake my head.

"I...I have a mission Blaise." I avert my eyes. The words swim in my head all individually waiting to be connected into a proper sentence. The order of the way I should say it is also a factor in my difficulties to say this properly. "The Dark Lord has given me a mission and I need your help to fufill his wishes..." I whisper. It is quiet for a moment and I am afraid he will say no for the remaining silence...just for a couple of seonds. If he does say no, I can do this on my own. Who needs him?

"What do you have to do...?" He asks cautiously, his half eaten apple lay forgotton on the comfy seats. I pick up a chocolate frog and open it. I quickly grab the frog before it jumps away and look at the card. It's Dumbledore. I only look at his face for a few seconds before I throw the barmy old man. I'm so glad I don't have to face his kind self and even more wise face and kill him.

"The Dark Lord wishes me to...befriend Granger." I whisper. I take a bite of the frog's head and savour the sweet chocolate.

"Are you joking? Good one, Draco!" He begins to laugh. I am suddenly filled with rage. My patience is short today and this is what sets me off. I guess it's from the lack of sleep. Or the never lacking negative emotions I have been feeling all summmer when my father was punished. When our family was punished. Today is no different from yesterday. Little to none patience...fear...

I stand up quickly, fuming and looking down at Blaise's cool face.

"A joke? You think this is a fucking joke? I am sorry if your dim mind did not pick up that nobody jokes about The Dark Lord!" My voice starts to rise and I can't even hope that the door muffles my voice a bit. "I have to befriend the mudblood and then I have to face her...and kill her, Blaise." I hadn't realized I was half shouting, almost spitting in Blaise's face. I stand, still fuming in front of him. The humorous look that was on his face just seconds ago has fallen off and replaced. I sit back down. The silence streches on and I sit there, feeling utterly stupid eating my chocolate frog. You know those times where you have made a mistake and the longer you sit and think about it the more stupid you feel? That's how I feel now. I avoid Blaise's eyes and stare out the window. The London scene has been traded from fields and cattle to great deep green rolling hills and green blurs of trees. I watch the trees go buy and wish I hadn't said anything to him. It was probably best that I had kept this to myself.

"Oh well, I never like mudblood anyway...one piece of filth off this earth." I whisper between bites of chocolate. "I believe it should be easy...after all Granger is too easy."

"Too easy?" Blaise bursts. I look back to him. "This is the girl whom you have bullied since first year, hates your guts and is clever as hell, shes would get suspious the moment you speak to her."

I admit, he's right. But I'm not going to say so. It would hurt my pride. I heave a heavy sigh.

"I just have to convince her that I have forgotten about blood-statuses. Rights are important to her, are they not?" I say. He raises his eyebrows; which reminds me strangly of mother. He scolws at the now brown apple.

"I suppose," He shrugs. "I will help you. But maybe try not to call her a mudblood every few seconds. And you're going to have to do more than that, Draco."

I nod, knowing he is right. Again I am feeling a bit irritated; he sounds like he is chastising me. Although at the same time I am extremly grateful and relief spreads throughout me. I open my mouth, about to say something when something hits the compartment door. We both look and I assume it is the first years.

I huff, "Stupid first years." Blaise gets up before I do and unlocks the door. He walks out, looking both ways down the hall before turning.

I look down the hall and the first years are huddled in a group; a fair way down. I frown, confused. What could that noise have been? It could have been nothing. But this train is not full of nothing. It is fulled with Witches and Wizards. I get suspicious and look for something. Anything really. Everything is silent with the exception of the rattling train and the first years' quiet chattering.

"Draco, are you coming?" Blaise's voice shatters my concentration and pulls me back. I shake my head slightly trying to clear my thoughts. I turn around and follow Blaise back to the Slytherin side of the train. Things will be okay, Mother.

A/N; WASSSUUUUP? Sorry you had to wait so long. Well, another short chapter. I know it's taking a while to get the ball rolling but I don't want things so go too fast. I've read tons of Dramione fanfics were they hate eachother one chapter and hopelessly in love in the next.

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