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Chapter three
Draco Malfoy
Class resumed back to normal after cleaning up the mess Marcus Belby made in potions.
"Bloody hell Belby don't you know the difference between slug and snail slime? And here I thought that Ravenclaw was the smart house" Draco laughed, knowing he was the one to switch the bottles of goo, causing the big explosion. That covered the room with thick, black, nasty smoke before Slughorn quickly flicked his wand making it disappear.
It had been almost a week into the new term and Draco was starting to get the hang of things, when it came to his new powers. He could lift small objects like bottles, quills and books, but anything heavier than 10 pounds was a struggle for him, which frustrated him; Just the other day he tried lifting a table and only got it in inch off the ground before it fell back down with a big thump.
"Class is dismissed" Slughorn coughed, as Ravenclaw's and Slytherin's tore out of the room ready for lunch.
Draco was too caught up in his thoughts as he kept to himself while going down the very long spiral staircase toward the Viaduct Entrance, which would eventually lead him to the main hall.
Stepping off the train he looked around for his mother, dreading to return to the manor.
"Young Master Malfoy?" he heard a grumpy voice down by his feet. Looking down he saw an old wrinkly house-elf.
"Mistress Malfoy requested Dinky to come for young Master Malfoy."
Nodding Draco let the old elf evaporate them away. Landing safely he looked at his surroundings. "Where are we?" He inquired, looking around a large office that he didn't recognize.
The elf didn't get to answer as his mother walked in with a ministry official and the Malfoy lawyer.
"Draco" the voice of his mother sounded off in his ears as she walked into the room and then hugged him. "I've missed you terribly, let me get a good look at you, how was school?"
"Not so well" he heard himself say as he remembered, all the dirty looks, he and members of his house received and the big fight with Granger, "where are we mother?"
"We are at the ministry of magic in one of the many offices of the department of law enforcement"
Draco paled he knew he got off easy thanks to Potter at his trial, Only having to stay out of trouble for 1 year and finishing school before doing 6 months of house arrest afterward." Why are we here?"
"I just received my sentence of 5 years house arrest and the ministry will be tracking my wand until they see fit, Draco", His mother said, seeing her silver eyes shine.
"They aren't taking you away" Draco asked, eyes glazing over as his throat started to hurt, "you're not leaving me?"
"No" the one word answer from his mother, made the tears he was holding fall, relief washing over him because he already lost his father to a life sentence in Azkaban and didn't want lose his mother …
Draco's memory was broken when he heard voices coming from down the hall.
"Neville don't" the cry of a female could be heard, "please stop".
Walking closer to the distress voice Draco halted, when the scene came into view. Papers, books and two bags and two wands were scattered all over the place. His silver eyes traveled to Granger up against the wall, while crying and fighting Longbottom off of her to no evade. "Merlin Hermione you're so beautiful" he overheard Longbottom declare; "I just have to have your hot, wet, cunt around me!"
'Fucking hell Longbottom was trying to rape Granger' he thought moving towards them, but then stopped. How was he to help? If he touched Granger then he would want to do the same thing Longbottom was trying to do, 'that was a stupid question'. He narrowed his eyes and started to feel around his robes looking for his wand. "Longbottom let her go!" he growled, dangerously before a jet of light came out of his wand and watched the boy fly backwards into the opposite wall before crumbling to the floor unconsciously.
"You ok Granger?" he asked, walking up to her, making sure he didn't touch her. Looking her over, he noticed that her sleeves were rolled up and her school shirt was ripped completely open. Her black bra was clearly visible to his eyes. He felt his face heat up before flicking his wand, repairing her blouse.
"Thank you" she whispered, not looking at him as he watched her body tremble.
"What… what happened?" he questioned, even though he didn't like the girl, he wasn't heartless and felt concerned for her as she looked fragile and thinking any moment now she was going to break.
"I..." she paused.
He heard her clear her throat before carrying on.
"I was coming from the library, heading for the great hall. When I came across Neville, who was going the same way and he saw me struggling with all the weight of the books and tried to help."
"And he accidently touched you" he finished, for her and watched her nod before all they could hear was their breathing.
"These powers are a curse Malfoy." Hermione voiced, breaking the silent that fell over them and looked into his eyes as he stared back before she pushed herself off the wall, walking around him and grabbed her wand before cleaning the mess off the floor.
"What are you going to do with Longbottom?" He watched her strap her backpack on, after putting the books and papers away and then went to grab the fallen boys' wand and bag.
"I'm taking him to the hospital wing. I'm not angry with him, it wasn't his fault, because he didn't know about my powers and he had no control of what he was doing" she stated, levitating the motionless boy and started to walk away, but she stopped and looked directly at him. "Thank you again, for saving me" she smiled tenderly and left.
'Was Granger right, were these powers really a curse?' he thought, before shrugging off the thought and continuing on towards the great hall.
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They had one lesson to go. Lunch hour was almost up and his best mate hadn't shown up yet. "Pansy" he called, the girl sitting across from him. "Have you seen Blaise?"
"Well…Technically, no" she smirked at him highly amused about something before she started laughing like a loon.
Draco looked on confused, he known Pansy Parkinson all his life and from a young age, thought that the girl was a bit mental and bitchy and that her sense of humor was a bit bizarre. Don't get him wrong she had the looks, but she definitely had something loose in that head of hers. That was his warning signs to only be friends with the girl and nothing more.
"Shut up Parkinson!" hissed Blaise, from somewhere on Draco's right.
"Now, now Blaise that wasn't very nice and 'seeing' as you're not really here. I'm just going to ignore you" she giggled, at the memory of Blaise fading when the explosion happened in potions. "You're like that little annoying voice to me right now."
"I said shut up!" the Italian's voice became louder and menacing, while getting some odd looks thrown their way as they along with Draco watched peas, start to float in midair before the food hit Pansy in the face.
Pansy snapped her mouth shut as she glared at the space where she thought Blaise was at, before she stood up sharply and leaned onto the table towards the right of Draco, anger written all over her face. "You are so lucky that I can't see you, because if you were visible right now. I would punch you so hard in the face and happily laugh while you rolled around in pain." She said, threateningly before glaring at the others staring at her. "What are all of you looking at!"
The on lookers quickly turned away. Thinking the girl was crazy, talking to the empty air and all wondering, who had the balls to jinx the peas that hit Pansy in the face.
Draco rolled his eyes; this was like an everyday thing between his two best friends. They fought like cats and dogs. Sometimes he thought that those two were only friends because of him. Draco at times would tease them and say that they were harboring romantic feelings for one another and all the arguing was because they didn't want to admit that they loved each other.
That always got him a punch in the arm from Pansy and unlike the abusive girl; Blaise would look murderously at him, but always restrained himself. He knew they didn't like each other that way and that their fighting was all about the thrill, the rush and to see just how far they could push each other before the other snapped, but teasing them was just too much fun to pass up.
That's why it surprised him when they decided to go together to Slughorn's Christmas party and was grateful that he wasn't welcomed, because them together for a long period of time equaled disaster. "Oh come on" he interrupted, his invisible mate and his angry friend and their verbal fight. "We have class in five" he said, thinking about teasing them, but the look on Pansy's face made him rethink that quickly before they left the great hall.
Walking to their last class of the day, Draco observed Blaise starting to become visible again. He could see the outline of his frame and then he was a big blur before he reappeared.
"I'm glad your back Blaise" Pansy said, menacingly gripping his shoulder hard, but she had no time to act out her revenge because Blaise took off running into the room a couple of meters away. "Was it something I said?" she smirked, before walking calmly into class.
Draco laughed, following Pansy into the room as he was reminded why; they had the lucky title of being call Draco Malfoy's best friends. They entertained him to no end, annoying at times, but pure entertainment.
This class was rubbish; it was a mixture of 7th years from all four houses. Not enough students signed up this year for Muggle studies, so Dumbledore picked random students from both years and threw them together with no way to withdraw from the course.
Draco looked around the large room; it was obvious that they were in the dungeons. The curtains on all three, ceiling high windows were drawn back. Giving those in the room a peak of what was luring in the Black Lake. Taking his seat at the back while Pansy sat on top of their table, not caring to find a seat yet as class wouldn't start until five after two because they knew their professor always ran late.
"So Blaise…" Pansy started to say.
Draco blocked out his mates chatter as he looked at the others in the room. Up at the front sitting alone was Lovegood. 'I wonder if she can hear me, all the way back here?' Draco thought knowing that she could. When she turned in her chair and looked at him before facing the front again. Trying to put up an impenetrable wall around his mind, he hoped that that would block out the Ravenclaw's powers as he continued on.
At another table was weasel's little sister and her boyfriend. Behind them sat weasel and Granger, but no Potter, who didn't get chosen to take this bloody course. Which he thought was bullshit as he stared at that bush Granger called hair before their Professor walked in and everyone took a seat as class got started. Draco wondered if she told Potter and Weasley about what happened earlier today with Longbottom.
Sighing; Draco used his powers and watched his book come out of his bag and land on the table in front of him before it flipped open to the correct page. No one thought anything of Draco's floating book. They all were at a school for learning magic and seeing things like that was a normal every day thing.
He smirked to himself; he could really get use to these powers before crossing his arms over his opened book and buried his face. 'This was going to be a long hour' He thought as his mind wondered off to three weeks ago, when Granger touched him in the great hall and felt the effects of her powers.
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