Chapter 4

I'm re-reading the books everyone! So we're going book canon with a touch of the movies. I prefer the punching draco over the slapping draco. I digress. This chapter will lack spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, and be canonish! Let's begin!

The conversation between the Weaslette and Longbottom drifted over to Draco's ears. They were discussing how Potter had fainted. So the second year wasn't lying.

Draco stepped into the carriage, flanked by his friends. The ride there was filled with laughter as they imitated Potter's fainting. Though they hadn't seen it first hand, they had imagined how it happened.

Exiting the carriage, Draco was delighted to see Potter stepping out of his carriage.

"You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You actually fainted?" Draco called, laughing.

Draco elbowed his way past Granger again and blocked Potter's path to the castle. His face was gleeful and his eyes were filled with delight.

"Shove off, Malfoy" Ron said.

"Did you faint as well, Weasley? DId the scary old dementor frighten you too, Weasley?" Draco taunted.

"Is there a problem?" Remus Lupin asked as he walked behind the boys.

Draco stared at him, "Oh, no-er-Professor."

Remus nodded at him and continued his way up the castle steps.

Draco turned to Crabbe and Goyle and smirked. Draco decided that he wouldn't be a COMPLETE dick to Lupin, but he still had a reputation to keep.

Sorting went by quickly and the feast began. Slytherin gained 20 new students.

Draco noticed that Potter came in late to the feast with Granger and McGonagall. Draco scoffed and returned to his food. He was too hungry to tease potter about fainting. Not to worry, there would be dozens of other times to do so as the year would go by.

Draco did notice when Potter missed the sorting. But it wasn't his problem so he didn't let it trouble him. He noticed when Potter came to the feast late. He pretended to swoon with his friends.

After the feast, Draco led his friends down to the dungeons, where he went to his private room. 3rd years and up got their own private rooms. As Slytherins matured, privacy was wanted.

WIth a flick of his wand, Draco quickly unpacked his trunk. His robes and shirts danced across the room to his closet, his pants and undergarments folded themselves and fitted neatly in his drawers.

Draco quickly changed into his pajamas and crawled into his bed. It was good to be at his second home. He fell into a dreamless sleep, a thing he was grateful for. He was tired of the nightmares.

Draco woke early the next day, ready for the school year.

He got ready for the day and headed up too breakfast where he joined his friends at their table.

He started to fake swoon as soon as Potter walked in. He wasn't going to give up this teasing anytime soon.

Morning classes flew by fast, he had a class with Hermione Granger, Arithmancy.

After lunch he had Care of Magical Creatures with Gryffindors.

He smiled smugly, it would be the perfect class to torment Potter. Draco had to get his kicks somehow.

He walked to class with his friends.

For a moment, Draco had forgotten that the class would be taught by the half-giant oaf Hagrid. Draco groaned to himself.

Hagrid led them to the edge of the forbidden forest.

"Everyone gather 'round the fence here!" Hagrid called. "That's it- make sure yeh can see-now, first thing yeh'll want to do is open yer books-"

"How?" Draco interjected.

"Eh?" said ahgrid.

How do we open our books?" Draco repeated. He took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters. He had bound it with a length of rope.

Other students took their books out too, each book secured shut with various methods, from rope, to belts, to spell-o-tape,or clamped with binder clips.

"Hasn'-hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid.

The class all shook their heads.

Hagrid gave instructions on how to open the books, which was by stroking the spine before opening them.

"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Draco sneered. "We should have stroked them! WHy didn't we guess?"

"I- I thought they were funny," Hagrid said defeated.

"Oh, tremendously funny!" said Malfoy. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off."

Potter told him to shut it.

"God this place has gone to the dogs" Draco said to no one in particular. "That oaf teaching classes, my father will have a fit when I tell him-"

"Shut it Malfoy" Potter hissed

"Careful Potter, , there's a dementor behind you-"

Malfoy was interrupted by Lavender Brown's squeal of excitement.

Creating them were bizarre creatures that were half bird, half horse.

Draco rolled his eyes as Hagrid introduced them to the hippogriffs.

Draco tuned out the class until Harry was suddenly bowing in front of one of the beasts. Then scar-head started to pet one of them. Draco laughed.

Then scarhead was suddenly on the back of one of the beasts, flying into the air. Draco's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly hid his expression.

As soon as Potter landed, the class entered the pen and started to interact with the creatures. Draco took over the bird-horse that Potter had been working with just moments earlier.

"This is very easy," he drawled, loud enough for Potter to hear him. "I knew it must have been if Potter could do it… I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?" He continued. "Are you, you great ugly brute?"

It happened in the blink of an eye. Suddenly Draco let out a high pitched scream as Buckbeak dug his claws into his shoulder, reopening the wound that Fenrir Greyback had left.

Hagrid began wrestling with the bird, trying to get it back away from Draco.

"I'm dying." Draco yelled as he laid on the ground. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!" He flashbacked to that fateful night, with the red and the pain and the blood and the screams.

"Yer not dyin'" Hagrid said, he had paled. "Someone help me-gotta get him outta here-"

Granger opened the pen as Hagrid scooped Draco up with ease.

And that's how Draco spent the next 3 days sulking in the infirmary. No matter how hard he tried, his arm still hurt. And turning into a werewolf didn't help the situation in the least bit.

His first transformation was conducted in a soundproof wing of the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey sat by him, stroking him in the vain attempt of comfort.

Draco almost contemplated suicide. This was his new existence, turning into a beast every month at a place that he felt safe. But Malfoys were made of stronger stuff, and he refused to cave.

Draco was determined to see the rest of his school career out. That was his resolve.

That's chapter 4! I'm kinda working on chapter 5. I have satellite internet and it's raining right now, so my internet is being shoddy. But i'm trying.

I am working on a getting a beta, and I am going to be editing chapter 3 and replacing it with a better version. I don't like how i have quite a few mistakes. But i'm working on it. It all depends on the weather which should clear up tomorrow.

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