Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all, the only thing I own is a car that's about to die so if you really want it you can have it.
A/N: This is the first time that I've ever done anything like this, please be kind in your criticisms and no flames. Flames will be used to start Matty boi's cigarettes.
[Anything written like this is a thought]
[She forgot her notes; therefore it's her fault. How can you say that, Snape made her your partner and you told her the ingredients? Why did she choose today to start trusting me? She must have thought that I wouldn't try anything stupid. Stupid Mudblood. Stupid me]
"Mr. Malfoy, I asked you a question."
Draco's head shot up. For a brief moment he had forgotten where he was. Dumbledore's cold glare quickly brought him back to reality.
"I didn't think she would drink it."
[It happened so fast. One minute her face was a healthy pink and the next it was stone gray. Just like that she was dead…and I had killed her…]
"I know this is hard for you, but I only have one more question for you to answer Mr. Malfoy. Why did you choose those particular ingredients?"
[I knew this was coming…think fast Draco…you can't tell them the truth…think…]
"I just randomly picked. I didn't know they actually made anything"
[That was the best you could do! He's not buying it…]
Draco looked at Dumbledore waiting for him to strike, but the blow never came. The old man just dismissed him. Not knowing what else to do Draco went to the Slytherin common room. He needed time to think.
[Why did I choose that one? Father taught me hundreds of other potions, why did that one stick out in my mind? Maybe deep down inside I really wanted her dead. No that can't be it! Can it? Sure I've said that I wanted her dead, but that doesn't mean…]
Professor Snape entering the room interrupted his thoughts and behind him, to Draco's horror, was Lucius Malfoy.
"Thank you Severus. If you don't mind I would like to talk to my son alone."
And with that Snape left Draco alone with his father. After sitting in silence for want seemed like hours Draco broke down.
"Dad…I'm sorry…I didn't…"
"Don't give me that crap! You knew exactly what you were doing. And I have never been prouder."
Draco had been expecting many things, but that wasn't one of them. Lucius reached into his robs, pulled out a thick piece of parchment, and handed it to his son.
Not knowing what else to do, Draco read:
Dear Mr. Malfoy
Congratulations! You have been accepted to the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The letter went on but Draco was no longer paying attention. Millions of questions filled his mind, but only one came across his lips.
"How…my wand will still be snapped?
"They already know about this little instant, and they can't wait for you to start."
"Oh…"
His father just looked at him for a second and then did something Draco rarely saw. Lucius Malfoy smiled, it look very unnatural like his face wasn't use to using those muscles.
"My boy all you need to know it that I have very powerful friends."
With those words Draco Malfoy no longer cared that he had killed that filthy Mudblood, Hermione Granger. He was leaving Hogwarts and was know on his way to becoming a Dark Wizard. The only way he could have been happier is if he had managed to kill Potter.
[Next time Potter]
Close by, two boys were crying and even closer a dark creature smiled.