Harry Potter and the Evil Twin
Chapter 9: The Real Draco Malfoy
Note: This chapter is not written through Harry's poin of view. I know all the other chapters have been, and that this is not the correct way to write something, but hey I wanted to give the story a different kind of perspective. Anyway I'm very happy that I wrote a lot for this chapter. It's more darker then usual and involves a little romance between two characters. Hope you like it!
Draco Malfoy was scared. He didn't know what to do. Over the week he had gotten stronger. Strong enough to overcome the Imperius Curse that his father was using to control him. But Draco knew he only had a sort amount of time until his father got back to him. Draco shuttered. He didn't even want to think of what was going to happen to himself when his father got to Hogwarts. Draco knew it was hopeless to hide or run. Lucious Malfoy would find him no matter what. He would stop at nothing to please Voldemort.
Shivering, Draco Malfoy silently crept down the staircase into the Slytherin Common Room. He climbed into one of the armchairs and tried to think. There was only a dim fire glowing in the fireplace. Draco was tired from last night, but he couldn't sleep. He had just barley won his duel over a fellow fifth year in the Secret Society. Tonight he had to return, to see if he would be allowed in. For some reason, Draco was afraid there might never be a tonight.
Getting up, Draco decided to take a walk just to clear his mind for a while. As Draco crept silently through the hallways, he couldn't help thinking about what people must think of him. All his life, Draco had been mean to everyone around him, only because he was afraid that if he opened up to anyone, he would get hurt.
And that was the reason Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter. He was jealous of him. Everything Harry had, Draco did not. Harry had loving friends who cared about him, that would do anything for him. Draco Malfoy wanted that. He wanted to be loved by somebody, anybody. Nobody understood Draco, not even his parents. His mother never cared and his father was too mixed up with Voldemort. On the outside, Draco Malfoy was a mean and rude boy, but on the inside, Draco was scared and shy.
It was so dark in the hallways, that Draco couldn't see a thing. Once, Draco had thought he heard something, but it tuned out to be nothing. He continued on, but then bumped into something.
"Ow," a voice cried. Surprised, Draco reached for his wand and muttered "lumos." In front of him stood a figure. As Draco's eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw Hermione Granger standing in front of him, her wand in her hand.
"What are you doing here?" they both asked at the same time.
"None of your business," Hermione answered in a snooty voice. Perfect timing, she thought to herself. The one time I sneak out at night, whom do I meet? None other then Draco Malfoy. Just my luck,
"Sorry I'll stay out f your business then," Draco said sadly. He wasn't in the mood to be his usual mean self. There was way too much on his mind. "I didn't mean to bump into you."
"Um, it's okay," Hermione replied a little more nicely. She could see that Draco wasn't himself and that there was something wrong. It's totally unlike Malfoy, Hermione thought suspiciously. "Actually I'm just out for a midnight stroll. I couldn't sleep." That was true on Hermione's part. She'd been having a nightmare. A horrible one, for that matter.
In her dream, Hermione had been walking through a forest. All around her were screams and loud booms of wands. She started to walk quicker, as if trying to find someone. Then she strarted to run. The woods eventually just became a mix of scattered trees until finally she was in front of a large hill with two figures standing on top.
All around her were bodies. Some looked dead, and other were still alive. They were pleading to her, begging her to help them. Hermione didn't help them. The real Hermione wanted to help them, but it seemed the dream Hermione had other plans. She walked up the hill and saw Harry fighting against what looked like Harry. Two Harry's! And then came a figure from behind Harry. A dark, tall figure wearing all black.
Hermione tried to scream out to the real Harry, but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything but stand there. The figure raised his wand and screamed some sort of incantation with all it's might. And the real Harry fell to the ground with a thud.
The real Hermione shuttered as she popped out of her daydream. There was something strangely real about her dream. Creepy, Hermione thought to herself lost in her thoughts. Remembering Draco was still here, she came back into reality. "What are you doing out here?" she asked him, her voice a little bit softer since he looked so sad and depressed.
"Same thing. Just walking, you know, to clear my mind." Draco replied half-awake. He was only really half listening to Hermione. His mind was more focused on what was going to happen to him when his father arrived.
"Well, if you want," Hermione started to mumble feeling bad for Draco. A voice in the back of her mind kept telling her he was in big trouble. "I'm not done with my walk yet, so if you'd like, you can come with me."
"Yeah sure," Draco's eyes lighted up. It was one of the first times in his life that someone had actually been considerate to him. Even if Hermione hadn't meant it to be like that, Draco was still happy. To him, it was like she was caring for him. The two of them decided to take a walk out side, underneath the open stairs just to get a breath of air. They didn't talk much, but to Draco, it didn't matter. He kept on glancing up at her, wondering what she was thinking. And then it hit Draco. He was in love for the first time in his life.
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Harry Potter kept tossing and turning in his bed. He sat up, slowly. Thoughts and pictures of that strange new boy, Gabriel, kept flashing through his mind. There was something about that was veil, Harry thought to himself. Yet, there was something very familiar. Not in the way he looked, but when Harry was near him, he felt different. It was like he's known him all his life, but he couldn't recall when he's ever seen him before.
Harry yawned and stretched, remembering the night's events with the Cobras. He was to return again tonight, since he had won the first round. Well if I want to make it in, then I better get some sleep, Harry said to himself and laid back down. But as Harry closed his eyes, pictures of Gabriel kept on appearing in his mind. He couldn't get the boy out of his mind. It was dining Harry crazy. Since Harry couldn't go to sleep, he decided to wake up Ron and talk to him. Harry climbed out of his bed and over to where Ron was sleeping.
"Psst, Ron wake up. It's me Harry,"
"No Hermione, don't leave. Just another dance please or at least one more kiss," Ron said sleepily, obviously not knowing Harry was there. Ron puckered up and slowly started to open his eyes. When he saw Harry there he screamed.
"Oh, so you have a crush on Hermione?" Harry said trying not to laugh. It didn't quite work and Harry fell to the floor laughing.
"You heard me?" Ron asked blushing.
"Everything," Harry answered still on the ground laughing.
"I, I, I, don't have, have, a crushhhh on her, her-" Ron said embarrassed, getting all red. "I don't even know what I was saying."
"Yeah, whatever," Harry said getting off the floor. "Anyway I need to talk to you."
"Um, okay. Shoot."
"Well did you win last night, for one thing?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, just by a little though," Ron explained, no longer that red in the face. He got up and took a seat at the end of his bed. "Dean and Seamus weren't so lucky, though. They're both out of it. You?"
"Yeah. Fortunately I got partnered up with a kid who wasn't that good so it was very easy for me." Harry said.
"Well, was that all you wanted to ask me?" Ron asked lying back down.
"No, not exactly," Harry answered.
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Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy walked silently along the out door path. As they came upon a bench, they both sat down. No one spoke for a while, but then Hermione broke the silence.
"I have a question for you Draco," Hermione said, looking over at him. "Why are you being so nice to me. You usually act like you hate me or something."
"Well I don't hate you," Draco muttered, He stared at the ground for a while, trying to think of what to say. "I guess I don't mean to be mean to everyone. It just happens." Again he stared at the ground.
"Okay then, I have another question," Hermione replied. "What's the matter. You're not acting like yourself at all."
Draco was hoping that she wouldn't ask that question. He didn't want to lie to her, but yet he didn't think he could tell the truth either. "Well, I guess you could say it's a long story."
"I have all night. Why don't you tell me," Hermione said. She knew something was bothering him and she wanted to find out. Hermione looked into his deep blue eyes, searching him for an answer.
"Alright, but I've never told anybody this before." Draco sighed. He didn't quite know where to begin. "Well you see, my whole entire life was messed up when my father started to work for Voldemort. Ever since then, my father got meaner and meaner. It was like he no longer had a heart, or if he did, it was as black as they come. Then Voldemort took him in as second in command. From that day on, whatever Voldemort wanted, my father would stop at nothing to get, even if it meant hurting one of his own family members." Draco tried to swallow. There was a huge lump in his throat. And was hard to speak, but he still continued on.
"I think that's why I'm such a mean person. When I was little, my family deserted me, so I vowed never to love anyone again. You know, I'm not that mean of a person inside. I just act that way, because…" Draco couldn't go on any longer. He was never one for crying but he felt tears swell up in the corner of his eyes. He turned away and wiped his eyes, out of view of Hermione. What he last wanted was for someone to see him cry.
Poor Draco, Hermione said. She realized that he had all this anger, all this pain, locked up inside himself all his life. He had never told anyone this. Hermione had always thought of Draco as a mean person, but she saw that he wasn't really a mean person, just a scared boy afraid of his father, trying to act real tough. Before she even knew what she was doing, Hermione reached over and gave the unsuspecting Draco Malfoy a hug.
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After Harry Potter had finished telling Ron Weasley about his encounter with the new boy Gabriel, Ron still wasn't convinced.
"Harry I'm telling you, there is no boy named Gabriel in this school!" Ron argued. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going back to bed."
"Ron, why won't you believe me?" Harry asked. "Last night he was roaming around the hallways. I'm serious RON!"
"Yeah, okay, whatever Harry," Ron said sarcastically, closing his eyes.
"Fine. Just you wait Ron. Tomorrow I'll show you that he's real," Harry said angrily. But before Harry could yell at him more, Ron was fast asleep in his bed. Harry, still angry at his friend for not believing him, Harry laid down and fell back asleep.
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When Hermione let go of, Draco Malfoy turned around quickly to wipe off the tears that were streaming down his face. He felt good that he had finally gotten some things about his life out. When he turned back around, she was smiling at him, and looking more beautiful then ever to him.
"Don't you feel better now?" Hermione asked him.
"Yeah, " Draco said returning the smile.
That was the first time in Hermione's five years at Hogwarts that she had seen Draco Malfoy truly smile. In fact, he looked quit handsome. No, Hermione scolded herself. I cannot fall in love with Draco Malfoy.
For the first time in weeks Draco felt happy. He sat there for a couple of moments, glancing up at Hermione now and then. But then he remembered what was coming for him later… his father. Draco sighed and leaned back against the bench.
"What the matter?" Hermione asked, seeing him look upset again.
"It's just that I don't really hate Harry Potter and I don't want him dead. I'm just jealous, I guess. He has loving and caring friends, and what do I have? Crabb and Goyal. My father wants me to continue the family tradition……" Draco sighed. "He wants me to become a Death Eater. I want to say no, but if I do, Voldemort will be out to kill me."
"Draco no one can make decisions for you," Hermione said reaching for his hand and holding it. "You have to decide what you want to do."
They sat there a little while longer until Hermione announce that it was time she got back inside. They walked in silence back into the castle and down the dark corridors until it was time that they had to split up and go down their separate corridors.
"Hermione?" Draco said. She looked back at him. "Thanks. I mean really, thanks a lot." She just nodded and smiled. That was all Draco needed and he was on his way.
"Oh god," Hermione said out loud. "Don't tell me I've fallen for Draco Malfoy." Hermione Granger was one of the smartest witches ever, yet she could not figure out why she liked Draco Malfoy. She just sighed, said the password, and walked through the portrait hole.
"Damm," Draco cursed at himself as he walked down the dungeon corridors and into the Slytherin Common Room. "I've fallen in love." Although the Common room seemed quiet, there was a mysterious character lurking in the darkness. As Draco sat down on one of the armchairs to think for a moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder. As he turned around slowly, Draco saw a hooded figure standing in from off him. Before he could scream, Draco was hit over the head and knocked cold onto the floor.
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When Draco Malfoy awoke, he found himself tightly bound to a chair. His head was pounding and there was blood down the side of his face. Draco tried to move, but the ropes just got tighter, almost cutting off his circulation. As his eyes adjusted, Draco saw that he most be underground, in some sort of dungeon.
There were footsteps outside of the room. Suddenly the door opened and in came the hooded figure. "Well, well, well," it said pacing back and fourth across the room. "Who do we have here? None other then Mr. Draco Malfoy. What a pleasure to see you again." It said pulling off the cloak so you could see his face.
"YOU!" Draco screamed trying to move. "I should have known you'd come to Hogwarts. Did Voldemort send you here or did my dad send you?"
"Voldemort?" the boy said laughing. "That fool. He should have known not to lock me in a basement with powerful dark art books. You see every year I've been getting stronger and stronger until I was strong enough to sneak away. What Voldemort doesn't know is that I am now more powerful then even he is."
"You're not powerful," Draco said, furious. "You're just a scared little boy trying to seek revenge. I've seem you at my fathers house huddled up in the corner, crying your eyes out because you can't take the pain. You're nothing William and you'll never be anything!"
"SHUT UP!" William screamed giving Draco a kick in the ribs. "I'm stronger then any body at this points and I'm going to kill Harry Potter! He and his stupid scar ruined my whole entire life!" William paused for a moment, a grim smile coming over his face. "But, the best part of all is that you're going to help me Malfoy as your father did, I'll put you under the Imperius Curse and you'll do all the dirty work for me."
"Never!" Draco screamed.
"Crucio!" William screamed, pointing his wand at Draco. Draco Malfoy let out a horrible scream. He had never felt so much pain in his life.
Just at that very moment that the curse was yelled, Harry Potter awoke from his sleep, his scar burning.
The End (till next time)