Chapter 3
"Another letter from Mother. Oh, how I wonder what this one will say…" thought Draco sarcastically. He was sitting on his bed in his chambers, relaxing, before he was due to go to The Great Hall for dinner. Since his recent "discussion" with his parents, his mother had been sending him letters non stop trying to change his mind.
Christmas was soon approaching and the young Malfoy was far from excited. After being practically disowned by his father he knew he wasn't welcome back at the manor and would be spending it in Hogwarts. Second place on Earth he'd rather die than be.
Skimming the words written of the white parchment, he let out a long sigh.
Everything was so painfully boring. Confusing… but mostly boring.
After rejecting The Dark Mark his Father told him he would have to take that Christmas, he had also decided it was the best time to come out. "Rip of the bandaid," he had thought before doing so. If his Father was already going to hate him for not agreeing with his "Dark Lord", he might as well be despised by the old man. Surprisingly for Draco his Mother was supportive of her sons choices, but wished for him to do as his Father says anyways as to avoid this drama he had created. The blonde boy loved his Mother with all his heart, he didn't like ignoring her, but he knew that if he was going to live his life the way he wanted - take control - he would have to blank out those telling him what to do. Only allow those in his life who liked him for him rather than his name. This proved to be more difficult that he first thought.
Looking up from his desk at the mirror hanging before him he couldn't help but poke about his looks. Messing up his hair, he pondered. He was bored. No doubt about it. Minus the drama at home, Hogwarts was slow this year. He knew he was quiet and quite frankly he didn't want to be loud. He took pleasure in the silence however it was incredibly boring. He needed something. He needed change.
That's it!
Suddenly he lept up, scaring Crabbe and Goyle who were sitting on their own respective beds. He walked out of room with a fast pace making his way towards the dungeons. Crabbe and Goyle shared a look and a shrug. Draco had been acting so peculiar that year that his erratic behaviour simply couldn't be considered that strange.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione, Ron and Harry sat together laughing away. Harry had told them about his talk with Slughorn, his two friends agreeing to chaperone. Thinking about what had happened after Potions he remembered Hermione's mini "plan" (if you could call it that). While they continued to speak he quietly pulled out the map checking for Draco's whereabouts. That's when he noticed the name moving quickly across the dungeons towards who knew where. Whatever he was up to, he was in a rush.
"Earth to Harry! Hello?" The boy looked up to see Hermione gazing at him, eyebrows raised.
"Sorry, what?" He asked in confusion, eyes wide as if he had been caught doing something terrible.
"Well I did ask you if we should go for dinner now, but now I wanna know what you found," She said, scuttling towards him. Taking a corner of the map she pulled it to face herself, looking for the particular name. "Now what's he up to?" She said once she found the famous Draco Malfoy.
"What is it?" Asked Ron, not wanting to be left out.
"Draco moving quickly somewhere, it's weird, but he might of forgot something…" Replied Hermione, typically looking for a reasonable answer without jumping conclusion.
Unlike Harry.
"Come on! It's too weird for him to have forgotten something, and he's alone! I'm going to check it out." Harry said, standing from his space, readying himself to follow the other boy.
"You sure, mate? I mean you don't want to be following him around if it's for nothing…" Said Ron.
"It's worth it," argued Harry, ignoring any following comments. Stuffing the map in his pocket before leaving the room.