The Girl in the White Dress
Chapter 2
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Draco POV
I entered Hogwarts at the crack of dawn. I stayed by the lake hoping for the girl with the white dress to return. I stayed there for what felt like hours, but when I saw the sun creep across the horizon I knew that I had made a mistake. The Dark Lord warned me to be back at Hogwarts before the sunrise. If anyone finds out about my mission, the Dark Lord will punish me. The Dark Lord rarely finds compassion to spare when someone has betrayed him or has made a mistake. I find it extremely unlikely that the Dark Lord will have mercy on me if I fail especially because this is a significant mission.
I crept into my room trying to not making a disturbance that would awake my dorm mates. Fortunately, Crabbe was the only one that was awake and Blaise was sleeping. Crabbe was blundering twit. I could lie all day through my teeth and would not notice. Blaise has known me as a child. My father and Blaise's father had one thing in common which was the Dark Lord. We spent a majority of our time together while our fathers were embracing the Dark Lord's propaganda. Blaise would have easily been able to see right through my deception.
"Where were you?" Crabbe asked me with a stupid grin on his face.
"Don't be such an idiot. I was obviously with a girl last night," Draco said with a cocky smirk.
I wasn't really lying. I was with that angelic girl. I need to be more careful. I can't let this girl interfere with my plans. It is my duty as Malfoy to do this job. It is what I was raised to do. It is what I have to do. I have no choice.
"Really?" Crabbe asked with wide eyes.
I just rolled my eyes at him and moved past him to try to get to the dinning hall. He scurried after me ranting about some irrelevant topic. I attempted to nod at appropriate times while I thought about the girl in the white dress.
As I entered the dining hall, two arms coiled around from behind me. I tried to squirm away from individual, but the more I squirmed the tighter the arms grabbed hold of me. Fighting was useless.
"Drakey!" she squealed from behind me.
"Pansy. Sod. Off. I swear you are easily the most annoying girl in this school even more annoying than the Harry Potter's fan club," I scowled while mentally telling myself that I could not hit a girl.
"Ouch Drakey!" she whimpered failing miserably to pretend to be sad which was quickly wiped away with a Slytherin smirk. "It's okay. I forgive you. I know you love me," she said with a wink and sauntered over to her seat.
I found my seat at the table, but made sure to be as far away from Pansy as possible. I ignored chatter of the classmates around me and looked at the Mudblood laughing at something that Weasley said. My viciously stabbed some innocent eggs on my plate with a fork. Ignorant Mudblood.
Many people believe that having friends make you stronger. They say some rubbish about having a lot of friends makes you stronger because you can stand all together for one common goal. In other words, those people are a bunch of twits. Everyone has their own agenda. Friends get in the way of the things set in place for you. It makes it more complicated. Don't they realize that having friends puts you in danger. Having friends means you aren't just concerned about the situation that is going on in your life, but now you are also concerned with what is going on in theirs. Having friends is dangerous, but being in love is even more risky. That is why the Potter's fan club won't stand a chance against the Dark Lord. I had to learn the hard way that having friends was never an option.
I only had one friend growing up before Hogwarts. His name was James and he was a Mudblood. At the time, I was a brat who didn't concern himself with the wizardry debates between Muggle, Wizard, and Mudblood. Back then I didn't realize what it meant to be friends with a Mudblood, but I would learn soon enough.
Everyday we would meet at the playground and play until the sun went down. One day James wanted to play at my house. I didn't think at the time there was a problem bringing a Mudblood into our home. When we finally entered the house, blood drained from my face and I stopped cold. The Dark Lord was here with my father. All I wanted to do was run, but I was frozen in place. I remember the way the Dark Lord got out of his seat in a very deliberate manner that made shivers go down my spin.
"Who is your friend?" the Dark Lord hissed in my ear.
"My name is James," he said with a toothy grin reaching out his hand.
The Dark Lord took a deep breath and he laughed. "Is that what I think I smell," he said approaching James taking a deeper breath to capture his scent. "We can't have Mudblood roaming these halls," he said taking his wand out of his robe and twirled it in his long, white fingers. "That is just no good."
I knew what was coming next by the look in his eyes, but I couldn't move. I was petrified in fear. I opened my mouth to warn him, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak. I heard the Dark Lord yell the two words that I was anticipatimg and James fell to the floor. He was lying on the ground with his blue eyes fixed on the ceiling. I turned to the Dark Lord fighting my tears. I may have been young, but I did know that Malfoys do not cry.
"You do not need friends. All you need is people to do your bidding for you. You need servants. Nothing more, nothing less," said my father giving me a pat on the back then turning back to the Dark Lord unfazed. "Back to buisness. Shall we?" he said with a crooked smile.
Sometimes in the night I see James' face with his bright blue eyes glazed over. Sometimes in the night I hear the Dark Lord's laugh ring in my ears. Sometimes I see my dad's crooked smile. I should have been brave. I should have stood up and fought for him. I failed him. Instead of crying over my lost friend, I do what Malfoys always do. We just move forward with our head held high. There is a reason why Malfoys aren't in Gryffindor. Fear gets the best of us. The Dark Lord runs his whole system with fear. It is no wonder that Malfoys are attracted to working for the Dark Lord.
I looked over at Granger, Potter, and Weasley as they were eating their breakfast at the other table. They had no idea what was in store for them.
"Draco? Are you okay? You look really sad," Blaise said with some concern in his voice.
I just nodded because telling him what was bothering me would make him a friend. And as I have already said repeatedly I don't have any friends.
Granger rose from her seat and waved goodbye to her friends sitting at the Gryfindor table. I smirked. It was time for my favorite part of the day. What an excellent way to lift my spirits than to pick a fight with Granger. I abruptly rose from my table and rushed to follow her out of the dining hall.
"Granger!" I called after her and at the sound of my voice she walked a little faster. With my long legs, I was able to catch up with her with minimal effort.
"Malfoy. I am not in the mood today for your games," she hissed at me with her face already starting to flush with anger.
"Is it because you don't have your little friends to fight your battles for you," I sneered.
She whipped around to face me and she was fuming. Her face was a deep shade of red. Her eyes had a bright fire in them that I never seen from her except when we fight. Her hair seemed to already have a mind of its own and going in all sorts of directions.
"How dare you! You know that I can fight my own battles," she exclaimed in disbelief.
"Is that why you have those two idiots joined at your hip?"
"They are called friends, Malfoy. Ever heard that term before," she yelled in frustration.
"That is a low blow, Granger. Stop pretending you know it all because it is clear that you do not. You are just a stupid Mud-"
Her hand came flying and slapped me square in the face. The sound of her slap echoed throughout the hallway and everything seemed to freeze within that moment. Her eyes were on fire. Her cheeks were stained red. Her chest went up and down with her breath. She looked radiant.
"Both of you! Detention!" roared Ms. McGonagall from across the hall.
Her face that was once radiant quickly turned pale. The fire in her eyes were extinguished. Her head that was previously held high was now turned towards the ground in shame. This argument didn't feel as good as all the other previous arguments I had with Granger. Instead of Granger storming off hot and bothered, she standing there with her tail between her legs in humiliation. I just enjoy a fight between someone of similar intellects. I enjoy the witty comments we throw at each other. In that moment, I realized I did not hate Granger at all. I enjoyed getting her riled up, but seeing her in this state was heart wrenching.
I watched her slouched form retreating. I felt like I should call out to her, but before words came out I realized I could not. I could never tell her of my guilt. Mudbloods are concerned the bottom of the wizard world. If it ever got back to the Dark Lord that I apologized to a lesser being, the Dark Lord will show no remorse. He may kill me.
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