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Grim thoughts aren't poetry,
They are the passion that creates it.
~~ Poet of Varas
Chapter 3
Train
Does guilt leave you, even when every action is for the better. Draco contemplated this as the train chugged its way towards Hogwarts. Hermione flipped through her book, trying to catch up on the lessons for the next year. They both had come to a silent agreement to wait in comfortable silence for the others.
Contrary to his previous life, Draco knew that Hermione and he shared the same personality. The difference was in their environment, Draco having been raised with attitude that whatever he did was gold. Hermione while intelligent she still seemed to have been taught humility. Well, no matter he was happy to at least have such close friends this time around. Shifting, he allowed his eyes to close and allowed his mind to wander.
Hanging Around
Harry knew this wasn't a good idea…No scratch that it wasn't a good idea. It was too late of course to have such thoughts, sense he currently found himself hanging onto a car door. His eyes widened as the ground seemed to have gotten closer. He pulled himself back in, struggling he pulled the door shut.
Slumping he glanced at Ron whose freckled face seemed to have drained of all color, "I don't think I ever want to do that again…ever." Ron nodded in agreement. "Everything, Harry, everything Slytherin inside of me won't quit reminding me of the possible consequences; it's as if I bloody Malfoy is inside my head." Harry laughed, "Well I guess its physical warning of all that will come when we reach Hogwarts, There's no way we won't suffer from this adventure."
Aftermath
"YOU, WHAT!" Harry winced at the high octave Draco's voice could reach. Ron and he were currently sitting on the couch in the Slytherin Dormitory being chastised by the blond. "You didn't think to wait, or call for someone, pause for glare; Instead you take that bleeding old (hey!)car and decide, to fly it to school mind you, at any time this escapade could have caused panic amongst the Muggles, or just maybe, maybe the bleeding wards that Hogwarts, is oh so famous for you would have fried you both!"
Ron looked up his face flushed in embarrassment, "Well, luckily we crashed into a tree." Draco just blinked before, he placed his hand on his forehead, "Oh…oh my head, my head." In exasperation he shook his it, "I'm going to suffer from a stroke because of you two." The two rapscallions just smiled up at him in innocence. Draco just shook his head; he decided the best way to avoid any more pain was to ask them about their summer.
"So how…" "If it isn't Reject, Scar head, and Weasel." 'Nott' they all thought at the same time. 'Of course', Draco thought this idiot, like a fucking virus, Nott as usual held a look of disgust on his face, his watery blue eyes leaking his disdain for them. He swaggered towards them, stopping in front of them he looked Draco up and down. "I was wondering where the bad smell came from, and here I found it. I wonder if you know that the mudblood here gives off a scent."
Harry threw his arm out to stop Ron from moving forward, too bad he couldn't stop Draco's mouth. Draco felt his eyes narrow, "I'm surprised that an inbred dolt even knows how to speak. Nott I've ignored you blathering on several occasions if you continue I cannot promise that you will be alive in the next ten seconds." The room temperature seemed to have dropped to Harry. He felt the back of his neck prickle; He finally looked down to notice Draco's wand was shooting off sparks. Harry placed himself, in front of Draco, green clashing with silver.
"Draco, he's not worth it, let's go." Draco wanted to tell Harry, why Nott's death would make the road so much easier. But instead he sighed, he refused to meet Ron or Harry's eyes, "I'm up to bed, I'll see you in the morning." He walked towards the stairs, he didn't even notice the red light heading for his back before everything turned black. "Draco!"
Before his eyes, Harry watched Draco fall down his body still. Jerking around, he pressed his wand into Nott's throat forcing Nott to slam against the wall opposite. His eyes shining, "WHAT DID YOU DO?"Nott's eyes widened when he heard nothing but hisses come from Potters mouth. Ron moved to Draco's side hesitating he placed two fingers on Draco's neck. His breathe gushed out in relief, when he felt a pulse. He quickly turned his head, "Harry, he's alright we have to get him to Pomfrey!" Harry seemed resistant to move, before with a growl he released Nott's throat to help Ron. They both grabbed an arm lifting Draco, they dragged his limp body towards the Infirmary.
Dream a Dream
"Dead man tell no tails,
The old man sang,
Dead man tell no tails,
He danced and clapped,
In circles he sang his song,
Allowing each piece of him to fall,
Yet a dead man told this tail."
Draco listened as the voice spoke, his surroundings where definitely different. The ground was white marble; an inner light seemed to keep the interior alight. Gold lined the walls; he walked down the hallway, noticing the cherubs carved into the ceiling. The poem seemed to be coming from the door to his left; he admired the wolves carved into the rosy mahogany. He hesitated before placing his hand; on the handle turning it he pushed the door open. Light poured out, jerking his arm up he blocked it. Slowing lowering it he, found himself staring at three women. The tallest one stepped forward, "Hello, I'm Aega and; she gestured to the other; we have been waiting."
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