Disclaimer: I own nothing
AN: this story was inspired by my friend's poem about Draco.
What if everyone had evil in them
And I sent of good to disguise?
What if evil accepted the good,
Or the two melted in one?
What if good consumed all danger?
What if Draco Malfoy was an angel?
By Shanna
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AN:
Queenanneus: well, it is hard to stop someone doing something you yourself do. How can you judge others for the same thing that you do? And I really do too hate how people are do damn judgmental... Thank you so much for the support :)
In Dreams: I do too think that happiness is not a constant emotion. The emotions that stay are pain and hatred.. happyness is seriosly overrated.. thanks!
darkmoon-on-dragonwings: You know somethimes it is really scary when you think abouth the number of things that are double bladed.. knoves are olny one of them.... thanks :)
Fieryazn1124: I wouldn't dream of stopping :)
Mirabelle: I know.. angst and romance are superb! And I got out of my writers block thanks to you! This chapter is to you Aluma :) *bouncy, bouncy, bouncy*
Chapter 10
This was the day. Today we have our Muggle-study lesson. Today all hell will break loose. Because the Pandora box has been opened already.
I don't have a good feeling about this. It is hard work to get the Gryffindors and Slytherins to act. And most of all together. But it isn't that bad. There are only 4 Slytherins in the class. I am one of them. One is Blaize Zambini. He isn't too bad.
Smarter than other Slytherins. And not too far from me. The only Slytherin I can relate to. One of the few Slytherins who didn't condemn me. He didn't approve either. But he did give me another chance. I wish someone would do that for Hermione.
She is a lot more lonely than I am. She has no one except me. Sometimes I don't think that I can hold the burden. How can a broken person fix another person?
The class is already full of students. We are in teacher Hyde's room. There is a secret passage to his quarter from the hall. She is so nervous. So am I. the lesson will start any moment. We have to go in there. Into the lion cage.
She takes my hand. I squeeze it. She gives a sigh. And off to the battlefield.
As soon as we step out of the room they all look at us.
Which one of us should start?
But soon enough she takes the lead. It is so her.
'Hello, class. Since Mr. Hyde is away for a few months,' the class cheered, 'We will be teaching the class.' There was a grunt.
'YOU?!' The tone of their voice was insultingly shocked.
I tensed up. They could see it. It made them silent up. After all I was Draco. The son of a death eater. The most powerful and the richest Slytherin. I am something to be feared. Never underestimate the strength of a man who is strong enough to hurt himself.
She held my hand tighter.
'Yes, we are going to teach you. We have a practical assignment. It will make up ½ of your mark.'
Finally we got their attention. When it came to marks surprisingly they care. They all probably want to get an O. but they also know that Hermione is a tough grader. And if they don't work se would have no problem with giving all of them D-s. neither would I.
'Oy, what kind of an assignment is it?'
As always Blaize Zambini. The only intelligent Slytherin. Besides me I mean.
I decided to speak up too. Not that I minded letting her do all the work since she is obviously so bloody good at it. But since after all, it is my play too.
'We have to prepare a play. By Hermione's script. We will perform the piece to the whole school on valentine's day. Until the no one. And I mean no one except for us know the plot.'
Some of the girls started to whisper. And I was surprised that it didn't sound hostile. Of course. How stupid of me. Valentine's day.
Oh how typical of girls. Hermione didn't react this way. Which is not at all a bad thing. I hate girls with the motto *think pink*. Simply hideous. They all believe in fluffy fairytales and enchanted princes. I know why. Because fantasies never turn you down, and dreams never walk out on you.
Hermione has seen the real world. And the people with iron hearts. She opened her eyes long ago. So did I.
She suddenly released my hand.
'Stretch your hands out.'
What?
She flicked her wand and a pile of paper landed on my outstretched arms. What? I got a look of the paper. Of course. The script.
I walked down the stairs and everyone grabbed a copy.
'So, read it by next lesson and then we'll divide the part. Hermione and I have the lead roles. Dumbledore gave them to us. Class dismissed.'
As soon as the last person left I closed the door and we both let out a relieved sigh. This wasn't half as bad as I had thought.
'Well, all is fine until the next lesson.'
I was confused. What will happen next lesson?
'Why?'
She looked a bit amused but at the same time sad.
'Are you kidding? Wait until they read the plot. They'll have a huge problem with you kissing me. I am absolutely sure that heads will fall. At least if they don't cooperate I can flunk them.'
'Ohoo... the wild side oh Hermione Granger. I never expected to see that.'
She playfully slapped my hand which caused me to tickle-attack her. And I have always been a merciless person. I tickled her until she was laughing that hard that tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was begging for mercy. I decided to play evil.
'What's in it for me?'
She clutched her sides. There was a wicked glint in her eyes.
'A kiss.'
I pretended to be disappointed.
'Just a kiss? Nothing more?'
'Well, if you don't want it.....'
She turned around and started to head out of the door. Damn she is wicked. I grabber her arm and spun her around with such force that the practically flew into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her waist.
'I would never refuse a kiss from you. I would never refuse you anything. I think that I am addicted to you.'
She just smiled.
'So, what about that kiss?'
I slowly lowered my head 'til our lips were an inch apart.
'One kiss coming right up.'
And I closed the gap between us.
Yes, I am addicted to her. I came into her awareness and she became my addiction...
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AN: wasn't the tickling scene sweet?
What if everyone had evil in them
And I sent of good to disguise?
What if evil accepted the good,
Or the two melted in one?
What if good consumed all danger?
What if Draco Malfoy was an angel?
By Shanna
____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________
AN:
Queenanneus: well, it is hard to stop someone doing something you yourself do. How can you judge others for the same thing that you do? And I really do too hate how people are do damn judgmental... Thank you so much for the support :)
In Dreams: I do too think that happiness is not a constant emotion. The emotions that stay are pain and hatred.. happyness is seriosly overrated.. thanks!
darkmoon-on-dragonwings: You know somethimes it is really scary when you think abouth the number of things that are double bladed.. knoves are olny one of them.... thanks :)
Fieryazn1124: I wouldn't dream of stopping :)
Mirabelle: I know.. angst and romance are superb! And I got out of my writers block thanks to you! This chapter is to you Aluma :) *bouncy, bouncy, bouncy*
Chapter 10
This was the day. Today we have our Muggle-study lesson. Today all hell will break loose. Because the Pandora box has been opened already.
I don't have a good feeling about this. It is hard work to get the Gryffindors and Slytherins to act. And most of all together. But it isn't that bad. There are only 4 Slytherins in the class. I am one of them. One is Blaize Zambini. He isn't too bad.
Smarter than other Slytherins. And not too far from me. The only Slytherin I can relate to. One of the few Slytherins who didn't condemn me. He didn't approve either. But he did give me another chance. I wish someone would do that for Hermione.
She is a lot more lonely than I am. She has no one except me. Sometimes I don't think that I can hold the burden. How can a broken person fix another person?
The class is already full of students. We are in teacher Hyde's room. There is a secret passage to his quarter from the hall. She is so nervous. So am I. the lesson will start any moment. We have to go in there. Into the lion cage.
She takes my hand. I squeeze it. She gives a sigh. And off to the battlefield.
As soon as we step out of the room they all look at us.
Which one of us should start?
But soon enough she takes the lead. It is so her.
'Hello, class. Since Mr. Hyde is away for a few months,' the class cheered, 'We will be teaching the class.' There was a grunt.
'YOU?!' The tone of their voice was insultingly shocked.
I tensed up. They could see it. It made them silent up. After all I was Draco. The son of a death eater. The most powerful and the richest Slytherin. I am something to be feared. Never underestimate the strength of a man who is strong enough to hurt himself.
She held my hand tighter.
'Yes, we are going to teach you. We have a practical assignment. It will make up ½ of your mark.'
Finally we got their attention. When it came to marks surprisingly they care. They all probably want to get an O. but they also know that Hermione is a tough grader. And if they don't work se would have no problem with giving all of them D-s. neither would I.
'Oy, what kind of an assignment is it?'
As always Blaize Zambini. The only intelligent Slytherin. Besides me I mean.
I decided to speak up too. Not that I minded letting her do all the work since she is obviously so bloody good at it. But since after all, it is my play too.
'We have to prepare a play. By Hermione's script. We will perform the piece to the whole school on valentine's day. Until the no one. And I mean no one except for us know the plot.'
Some of the girls started to whisper. And I was surprised that it didn't sound hostile. Of course. How stupid of me. Valentine's day.
Oh how typical of girls. Hermione didn't react this way. Which is not at all a bad thing. I hate girls with the motto *think pink*. Simply hideous. They all believe in fluffy fairytales and enchanted princes. I know why. Because fantasies never turn you down, and dreams never walk out on you.
Hermione has seen the real world. And the people with iron hearts. She opened her eyes long ago. So did I.
She suddenly released my hand.
'Stretch your hands out.'
What?
She flicked her wand and a pile of paper landed on my outstretched arms. What? I got a look of the paper. Of course. The script.
I walked down the stairs and everyone grabbed a copy.
'So, read it by next lesson and then we'll divide the part. Hermione and I have the lead roles. Dumbledore gave them to us. Class dismissed.'
As soon as the last person left I closed the door and we both let out a relieved sigh. This wasn't half as bad as I had thought.
'Well, all is fine until the next lesson.'
I was confused. What will happen next lesson?
'Why?'
She looked a bit amused but at the same time sad.
'Are you kidding? Wait until they read the plot. They'll have a huge problem with you kissing me. I am absolutely sure that heads will fall. At least if they don't cooperate I can flunk them.'
'Ohoo... the wild side oh Hermione Granger. I never expected to see that.'
She playfully slapped my hand which caused me to tickle-attack her. And I have always been a merciless person. I tickled her until she was laughing that hard that tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was begging for mercy. I decided to play evil.
'What's in it for me?'
She clutched her sides. There was a wicked glint in her eyes.
'A kiss.'
I pretended to be disappointed.
'Just a kiss? Nothing more?'
'Well, if you don't want it.....'
She turned around and started to head out of the door. Damn she is wicked. I grabber her arm and spun her around with such force that the practically flew into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her waist.
'I would never refuse a kiss from you. I would never refuse you anything. I think that I am addicted to you.'
She just smiled.
'So, what about that kiss?'
I slowly lowered my head 'til our lips were an inch apart.
'One kiss coming right up.'
And I closed the gap between us.
Yes, I am addicted to her. I came into her awareness and she became my addiction...
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AN: wasn't the tickling scene sweet?