Fallen angel 2
"You're going to melt our cauldron , you stupid prat !"
Draco jerked his eyes up to meet Harry's.
'Oh shut up , Potter."
'Why ? I don't want that crap spilled all over me."
"Well , you should. It'd be an improvement."
"Whatever. I know who you were staring at . I saw. And don't you dare mess with her. You do
, I will punch your face in . Have I made myself clear?" He hissed.
Draco just glared at him. He didn't answer. Harry stared haughtily back at him.
'Crystal." Draco replied , his voice full of malice and hate.
"It's summer !" Ron crowed.
Hermione was gazing forlornly back at the school.
"Hermione ? You alright ?"
'Of course. Just fine."
"Surely , you aren't sad to be leaving school ?" He said looking horrified.
'No. We all need a break. I suppose." She claimed without much conviction.
Harry glanced at Ron , and they both shrugged inwardly. What was with her anyway ?
"So, Draco."
'Mmm?'
"You are home."
'Yeah ..."
"Don't speak to me so rudely."
"I'm not !"
'Where did you pick this up ? One of your friends ?"
"No." He said somewhat sulkily.
"You will dress , and meet me down stairs for dinner."
Draco didn't dare refuse this , though he wished to. He stomped upstairs , just in time for his
mother to come out to give her son a hug. When she saw his retreating back , she turned to go
after him , but Lucius stuck out an arm , gave her a warning glance , and calmly walked to his
library , managing to kick his cat along the way. This brought a smile to his thin cold lips. At
least something was going right today , he thought cruelly.
Draco sighed loudly , looking around at all the familiar faces. Avery , Nott , Pettigrew , The
Lestranges , Crabbe , Goyle , so many others. He didn't like his dad's "Dinner" parties , as he
called them. They were more like a gathering for Death Eaters , to discuss raids , and new
methods on how to kill people. Not very pleasant . Draco looked at his mother , who sat ,
straight backed , not smiling. Would my wife ever be this afraid of me ?
He hoped she wouldn't be. But then he thought back to Snape's words , close to the beginning
of first year. You are just like your father ...
He had taken it as a compliment. Then.
Fallen Angels
Hermione raced along Diagon Alley , excited to be back in the wizarding world.
"You're going to melt our cauldron , you stupid prat !"
Draco jerked his eyes up to meet Harry's.
'Oh shut up , Potter."
'Why ? I don't want that crap spilled all over me."
"Well , you should. It'd be an improvement."
"Whatever. I know who you were staring at . I saw. And don't you dare mess with her. You do
, I will punch your face in . Have I made myself clear?" He hissed.
Draco just glared at him. He didn't answer. Harry stared haughtily back at him.
'Crystal." Draco replied , his voice full of malice and hate.
"It's summer !" Ron crowed.
Hermione was gazing forlornly back at the school.
"Hermione ? You alright ?"
'Of course. Just fine."
"Surely , you aren't sad to be leaving school ?" He said looking horrified.
'No. We all need a break. I suppose." She claimed without much conviction.
Harry glanced at Ron , and they both shrugged inwardly. What was with her anyway ?
"So, Draco."
'Mmm?'
"You are home."
'Yeah ..."
"Don't speak to me so rudely."
"I'm not !"
'Where did you pick this up ? One of your friends ?"
"No." He said somewhat sulkily.
"You will dress , and meet me down stairs for dinner."
Draco didn't dare refuse this , though he wished to. He stomped upstairs , just in time for his
mother to come out to give her son a hug. When she saw his retreating back , she turned to go
after him , but Lucius stuck out an arm , gave her a warning glance , and calmly walked to his
library , managing to kick his cat along the way. This brought a smile to his thin cold lips. At
least something was going right today , he thought cruelly.
Draco sighed loudly , looking around at all the familiar faces. Avery , Nott , Pettigrew , The
Lestranges , Crabbe , Goyle , so many others. He didn't like his dad's "Dinner" parties , as he
called them. They were more like a gathering for Death Eaters , to discuss raids , and new
methods on how to kill people. Not very pleasant . Draco looked at his mother , who sat ,
straight backed , not smiling. Would my wife ever be this afraid of me ?
He hoped she wouldn't be. But then he thought back to Snape's words , close to the beginning
of first year. You are just like your father ...
He had taken it as a compliment. Then.
Fallen Angels
Hermione raced along Diagon Alley , excited to be back in the wizarding world.