A/N: Here's the ninth chapter. Hope you like it. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter After this my updates might be slower in coming. school has officially started… This chapter might be really short; I've got a bad case of writer's block…
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"Talking"
'Parseltongue'
Thinking
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Harry's POV
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When the pulling sensation stopped I found myself sprawled on the ground. I stood up and brushed myself off, noticing that Hermione and Draco were doing the same.
"Welcome home Griffith." My father said and I turned to see him sitting in an armchair. Draco turned with me and I watched as his eyes went wide with shock.
"That's your father?" He asked. "Are you serious? That's impossible!"
"Improbable," I corrected, "but true."
"But he's a mass murderer. You're supposed to defeat him." His hands were gripping my shoulders and there was a crazed look in his icy blue eyes. "Why are you turning your back on the whole wizarding world?"
I could feel a familiar pressure behind my eyes and lowered my head. "No, I'm not. I swear I'm not." I whispered and broke his grasp, booking it up the stairs to my room. There I collapsed on my bed in tears.
Minutes later there was a pounding on my door but I ignored it. "Griffith, open the door. Come on, everyone's worried about you." Hermione called from the hallway. "We explained it to him and he feels really bad."
"Go away." I croaked and buried my face further into a blue pillow. I listened as her footfalls retreated from in front of my door before once again shutting myself off to the world outside of my misery.
Before I knew it I was asleep and dreaming. I watched as I lifted my wand and shot off Killing Curse after Killing Curse at helpless Muggles. The scenery changed and I saw Death Eaters bowing down to me and prisoners cowering in dungeons. It changed again and I saw myself torturing a young girl in front of what looked to be her parents. She cried out in pain and I laughed, the cruel sound echoing in the large room.
I awoke in a cold sweat. That wasn't real. I told myself. It's not going to happen. I walked slowly to the bathroom and took a long shower to calm my nerves. As I stood in the warm spray I closed my eyes and let the water wash away the images from my dreams.
When I got out I went to get some clothes out of my wardrobe and heard someone pounding on my door. "Go away!" I yelled.
"No!" A female voice called but it wasn't Hermione. "You're going to let me or I'm going to blow this door down."
"Can I get dressed first?" I asked, holding the towel I had wrapped around my waist tighter. I assumed that the silence on the other side of the door was a yes and hurried to get some jeans and a shirt on. Just as I was pulling the shirt over my head the door was opened and Pansy stepped in. "Hey Pansy." I greeted as she sat on my bed.
"Hello Harry. Oops, I mean Griffith. I just wanted to make sure that everything that happened at school…" She trailed off.
"It's all past us, don't worry." I said and she smiled. "Now if you would kindly leave my room. I'd like to be alone."
"But I'm not done." Her smile faltered a bit. "I just wanted to let you know that Draco's mine. I know that you and him have been dating but he's mine so you might want to save yourself the hurt later and break it off with him now." She smiled full force again. "I'll see you later!" She flounced out of the room, shutting my door behind her.
I sighed and sat down on my bed, hugging a pillow to my chest. Maybe she was right. As far as I knew they could have been in a relationship before. It sure looked like it with the way she hung off his arm all the time and I never saw Draco pushing her away.
With another sigh I walked over to my desk and followed Pansy's advice. 'Draco- I'm sorry.' I stared at the parchment and sighed. What else was I supposed to write? I dipped my quill in ink and pressed it to the parchment again. 'I used to wonder how you could love someone like me but now I know that it was never going to last. I hope you have more luck in the future. Griffith.' I stared at the words shining in black and crumpled up the paper to start anew.
'Draco-I'm sorry but I don't think I should see you anymore. It has nothing to do with what you did earlier; I swear it on my life. -Griffith." I nodded slightly and made my way to the owlery. On my way I ran into Hermione who was heading in the opposite direction, a letter clutched in her hands.
"Griffith, you have to take a look at this." She held the letter out and I took it from her hands. "It's from Fred and George.
'Harry and Hermione,' They wrote, 'We are disappointed to learn that the two of you are not coming to the Burrow for the summer. We would like to know when Harry found out about the disgrace we call our family only taking you in during the summer for the money. We promise that we took no part in that and hope to hear from you soon, Gred and Forge.'
I laughed and told Hermione that I'd write them back later before continuing on to the owlery. Halfway there I took an abrupt turn and went to find my father.
When I did he was in the Dining Hall talking to Lucius. He spotted me and waved me over. "Is there something you need?"
"I was wondering if you could tell me what room Draco would be staying in." I mumbled.
"I'll show you." It was not Father that spoke but Mr. Malfoy. He smiled at me as he motioned for me to follow him out of the Dining Hall. "Here it is." He said as we came to a stop outside of a door.
I bent down and slipped the folded note under his door then made to go back to my room. Mr. Malfoy grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him again. "That's all you wanted to do?" I nodded. "Do you know how much Draco has been beating himself up for what he said earlier?" I shook my head. "If he weren't sleeping right now I'd force you in there so he could apologize to you properly."
"He doesn't need to apologize. He didn't mean it and I don't care anymore." I told him, forcing my arm out of his grip. "I'm going down to the library, I'll see you later Mr. Malfoy."
I bolted before he could do anything more. Hermione was curled up in a green armchair in the library engrossed in a book and I sat down next to her without being noticed. That only lasted a few moments before she realized that someone else was in the library, and that someone else was me.
"Griffith!" She exclaimed. "Are you okay?" She slammed her book shut and focused all her attention on me.
"I'm fine Mione. I just needed some time on my own to, uh, work things out."
"Well, Draco should be up soon. We had to give him a Calming Draught and he's been sleeping it off ever since." She looked around for a clock then frowned before casting a time spell. "I'd say he'll be up in half an hour and the two of you can talk."
I made a mental note to be out of the library in half an hour before losing myself in a book on the theory of Occlumency.
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A/n: Sorry this is such a short chapter but I've got major writer's block. How many people wouldn't mind the next chapter being from Draco's POV?
One more thing, I'm getting a lot of people putting this story on story alert but it's not the same for reviews. REVIEWS ARE THE CURE FOR WRITER'S BLOCK!!
