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I sigh as I glance at the book I was trying to read. I could not concentrate. I write down the last answer of the homework we had been assigned before decided to call it a day. I go outside since Ron and Harry would probably be on the quiddtich field. I head down to the lake where I see I'm apparently not alone. A blond head was bent over a book. I frown. Was Malfoy actually studying? School always seemed to come natural to him, and even though yes, I was number one in our year, he seemed to have no trouble coming in a close second. You're alone what had become more and more common these past few weeks. I sigh, do I dare go over? I took a deep breath and looked around. Luckily it wasn't too crowded. I brace myself and walk over to the tall blond who was still hunched over a book.
"Mind stepping out of my light Granger?" the boy smirked without looking up from his book.
I sigh taking a few steps back so that I wouldn't be in his light. This was going to take a lot of patience... and that certainly was a virtue I had not been dealt. "How's your head" I ask actually surprising myself by the softness of my voice. By the look on his face I even surprised the 'ice-prince' himself as he now bothered to look up "Why Granger, didn't know you cared" he responded sarcasm thick and heavy. I simply shrug "Don't flatter yourself Malfoy" I smirk "I'm just curious, it seemed like a rather bad concussion" I answer. He raised an eyebrow "It's fine" he simply answered. "Uhuh..." I shook my head. I had once contracted a concussion when I fell of a horse and I know how long that could plague someone. "I'm fine Granger" the blond heir responded and I sit down even though I'm not sure that is such a good idea.
"Malfoy… What happened?" I ask. He once again raised an eyebrow as he watched me sit down. "Not that it is any of your business mud-blood" he started and I cringe at the insult. I don't know why, but even after all these years, it still hurts. You seem to notice, but where you would normally have a glint of pleasure in your eyes, they now remain blank and empty. "Potter must be contagious" he smirked "I fell of my broom over the holidays" he replied.
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The girl couldn't hide the hurt that flashed through her eyes. I keep my expression blank. It was also clear she didn't believe my story. She gave me a meaningful glance and I narrow my eyes. Why would she even care?
I see her take a deep breath and I wonder what it could be she wanted. She finally looked up and shook her head "Why don't you go to Dumbledore for help?" she blurted out and my head snapped up narrowing his eyes "What on earth are you talking about?" I frown glad to find my voice had not wavered. "Oh come of is Malfoy" she sighed "I know about you and your father" she huffed "You really should tell Dumbledore. He can help you". I give her an incredulous look "What world are you living in Granger?" I smirk "What do you suggest Dumbledore does?". She returns my look undeterred and defiantly "Sent Lucius to Azkaban" she replied. I snort undignified "For what? The ministry does not concern itself with such trivial matters as to how parents raise their children" I reply harshly. "It's no trivial matter!" she exclaimed and I shake my head. "I thought you were supposed to be the smart one Granger. I don't know how things work in the muggle world, but here it doesn't work like that" I snap annoyed. It was none of her freaking business, and I wish people would just get of my back and leave things be, instead of trying to get involved.
Finally she heaves a big sigh "Well, Malfoy, if you ever need to talk..." her voice trails of. I suppose she doesn't really know what else to say. I simply shrug my shoulders "I'm fine Granger" I insist, although I suppose it is obvious I'm not. It doesn't matter anyway and after a uncomfortable silence she rises to her feet and locks her eyes with mine once more "I'll see you later" her voice comes softly before she finally walks away in the direction of the quidditch pitch. I close my eyes for a moment as I slam the book closed, fold my arms behind my head and lay down in the grass. I'm exhausted and this was one of the few times I was handed to relax. I close my eyes letting the sun stroke my face and felt myself drift of to sleep. There was a hand on my shoulder and I jerk awake glancing around anxiously before locking eyes with my godfather. I sigh annoyed rolling my eyes as he gives me one of his looks.
"Mr. Malfoy, follow me" he ordered rising back to his feet turning around his cloak billowing behind him.
I sigh before shrugging and rising to my feet following the head of my house into his office. I took a deep breath before entering the familiar office. It was large with an massive mahogany desk at one side of the room surrounded by richly filled bookcases. In the middle of the room is a seating area with a big leather couch and two two comfortable matching chairs in front of a great fireplace. He gestures for me to sit and well, like the good little boy I am, I comply. "Going to tell me what I am here for?" I ask my voice, as usual cold and calm. He simply raises an eyebrow holding up a vial "It seems you've taking something of mine" he stated matter-of-factly although I could see the dangerous gleam in his eyes that warned a storm was brewing. "So?" I shrug, not bothered. He sighed crouching before me, his face right in front of mine "I would think you would know better then this Mr. Malfoy" his slow monotone drawl filled the room and I simply roll my eyes "Yes professor" I smirk "It won't happen again" I promise, and I would make sure of that. I had become careless and apparently I really had to shape the hell up.
"You know the dangers behind this potion" he sighed and I let my eyes widen in mock surprise "No... really...?" I gave the sarcastic reply before rising to my feet "Now if that's all" I start towards the door.
"Draco..." he stops me "Is there anything you want to talk to me about?" he asks and I turn my head ever so slightly "Nope Sev, not that I can think of" with this I'm out the door leaving a bewildered potion-master alone. I head down to the Slytherin rooms...
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I make my way over to the quidditch pitch, where as usual Harry and Ron were messing about. I smile watching them up in the air chasing after each-other and the snitch. I shake my head. If only they'd spent as much time and effort in their schoolwork... I knew it was a lost cause though, and as long as they passed their subjects, what did it really matter? I sit down on the grass watching them. They noticed me and waved before flying over to where I was sitting.
"Hey 'Mione" they greeted flopping themselves in the grass beside me and I smile "Hey guys, had a good practice?" I ask and they nodded "Always" Ron smiles nudging the raven-haired who nodded in agreement. He leaned down on his elbows and I'm glad to see he seems able to, if only for a short while, to let everything go. There is always such pressure on Harry that I'm honestly not sure how he does it. I'm glad we can help though. Ron is called over by his brothers. When he left Harry turns to me "Where have you been?" he ask, I suppose to make conversation. "I... spoke with Malfoy" I answer softly. Harry's head snapped up "Why"he demands "Hermione, how could you? Now I have no chance in ever gaining his trust..." he accused. I shake my head "Harry, it's not like I had absolutely no clue as that something was going on, besides, now there two people that can try to help him" I counter getting defensive. I had no idea he cared this much. The boy sighed...
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"I'm sorry Mione" I apologize. I know she was only trying to help. I was just worried it destroy the fragile sort of trust we had build up over the past few weeks. I knew I should not have told Hermione, but what could I do really? I feel bad enough keeping Ron out of the loop. We've been through so much together and it really doesn't feel good to keep a secret from one of my best friends. I don't think Ron would understand though, and you would go completely bazerk were you to find out he knew. I know how you hate weakness, especially anyone seeing yours, and I have to hand it to you, you've done a great job, that is until a few weeks ago. I can see your armor crack and I wonder how long it will be before it will finally completely break and crumble. I sigh turning to my bushy-haired friend.
"I just don't want to loose the slight bit of trust we might have build up..." I try and explain. She nods "I'm sorry Harry" the girl apologized. I shake my head "It's alright" I sigh leaning back on my elbows. It soon became diner-time and we make our way back inside the castle and head down to the great-hall. You enter as well, as always surrounded by the other Slytherins, Pansy's arm snuck around your waist. As we all finish eating your plate is still seemingly untouched. I shook my head as Hermione gives me a quizzical look before following my gaze. She shrugged unnoticed by their red-headed friend.
Later that night I told my friends I was going for a walk. That I needed to to be alone for a bit. I took my invisibility cloak. What should I do? Head into the dungeons and try to sneak into the Slytherin rooms? I seem to remember that your dorm-mates were Crabbe, Goyle and that Zabini boy. Crabbe and Goyle knew about me, and Zabini would probably have snuck of towards one of the girl's dorms. I heard that he was now making his way through the girls in Ravenclaw. I smirk. I had nothing against the dark Italian boy. He had always taken more of a back-seat and well, he really never bothered anyone. I needed to make sure everything was alright... and talk to you about Hermione. I hope you're not mad at me...
I suppose I should also think about bringing some of the news to Ron. If things are as bad as I think they are, it is going to come out sometime anyway. I sigh deeply as I make my way down the stairs and round the familiar corner towards the Slytherin rooms. I press myself against the wall and wait until one of the Slytherins enters through the portrait and quietly, I follow. I look around and it seems the same as I had seen it when Ron and I had changed into Crabbe and Goyle. You're lounging on the couch you're head resting on Parkinson's lap and she is stroking your hair with a slight smile on her face as she starts massaging your head your eyes flutter closed and I suppose you're about to fall asleep, or maybe you have already. Crabbe and Goyle were talking amongst each-other. Some other students were either reading, playing a game, doing some homework or just talking. It was surprisingly similar to our own common-room. I smile slightly as Pansy gently brushed some hair from your face. It seemed so... dare I say it... loving?
I remain silent and simply settle in a dark corner. You've woken up and are now talking with your friends. They decide to call it a night and leave you on your own in the common-room. You glance around as to make sure you're alone before heaving a deep sigh. You rub your eyes and slumb your shoulders before holding out your hand muttering something under your breath as suddenly a bottle flies through the air and lands in one hand, and a book in the other. You run a hand through your hair before conjuring up a glass and filling it. I smirk slightly. How typical. Most people would have simply drank from the bottle, but not a Malfoy. You down another glass before looking directly at me.
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"You can come out now Potter" I smirk. Honestly... I am a slytherin, and you may have fooled me with that poly juice potion that time, but really you're going to have to be more quiet and move with more stealth for me not to have noticed you. You pull of your invisibility cloak and give me a lopsided grin "Evening Malfoy" you greet as you move to the couch and sit down. I shake my head "Still spying on me huh?" I smirk. You shrug "I just wanted to talk to you" you mutter. I raise an eyebrow "I do think you've done enough talking" I comment harshly. I can't help but feel a little hurt. I know I should have known better then to trust someone and so really it hadn't been a surprise when I had found out you had told your friends.
"I'm sorry Draco" you mutter your eyes not meeting mine. "Hermione had already pretty much figured it out and she wouldn't let it go until I told her what was going on" you try and explain.
"It's fine Potter" I sigh. And really, I understood. I know how close the three of you are and I have to admit I used to envy that between the three of you. It was something I have never experienced. I shake my head "Does Weasley know too?" I ask tentatively. You shake your head "No" you replied and I sigh. It would probably not be long before he too would find out. I sigh downing another shot of firewhiskey. Yes, I'm aware how fucking pathetic it is, but give me a break. I just did not want to think about anything tonight, and well, what can I say? It just feels good. You give me a strange look and I raise an eyebrow "Want some Potter?" I ask.
You shake your head. I smirk. What was I expecting really? I suppose inside you will always remain a good-two-shoes. Not that I really care. It just who you and your friends are. To each his own right? I suppose that's also the reason you're here now, trying to help me. I suppress a yawn "How long do you think you can keep this from Weasel?" I smirk shaking my head. You smile shaking your head "Not much longer" you answer and I nod in understanding. We sit in surprisingly comforting silence. It wasn't long before you decide to go back to the Gryffindor tower. I open the book my father had send me and down another shot. One would think studying and drinking wouldn't go together.. and well.. let me confirm. Soon the words became funny gibberish. I shake my head clear, still, and before everything a Malfoy, and drunk or not, they never lost their air and stance. Besides, I had had a bit of practice. I force my way up the stairs to the dorms where I drop on the bed ending yet another 'exciting' day out of what I think muggles called soap-opera that is my life. Strange the things muggles came up with...
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