The Buddy scheme
Hmm well Draco is being exceptionally mean isn't he. Grrr it pains me to write it cause I love him so much but it's necessary, anyway I won't say anything else with regards to the plot except to assure one reader that there will be no romance between Seraph and Draco....... I mean what do you take me for lol
The situation didn't improve much over the next few days. After being rebuffed away from every attempt at conversation Seraph finally gave up and became withdrawn and silent during their time together. Draco was entirely happy with the way things were and even prided himself on managing the situation very well.
He looked around the library with a smirk of satisfaction, everyone else was chattering and ignoring the work at hand. He and Seraph were the only ones who ever did much work. Longbottom had become a point of ridicule as each night his extremely bright little Ravenclaw helped him with his potions assignments. Potter had ended up with the shoe demon. That was funny. Right now the Boy that lived was trying in vain to stupefy a viperous sniket, a multi fanged ,multi legged creature that his buddy had proclaimed was "his pet".
He turned back and looked at Seraph who was quietly working on her essay, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. "Mudblooded little twit" he thought scowling. He stood to fetch a book he needed for his rune translation. When he returned his parchment had been moved and one roll was missing.
"Did you touch my parchment?" He growled.
"I...needed some for...." Seraph trailed of miserably.
"I don't care, you had no right to touch my things. I am going to have to throw it away now you've touched it you empty headed mudblood" The parchment didn't matter but Draco couldn't resist being cruel to the terrified first year. He carried on talking, enjoying the look of horror on her face. "I shall go to McGonagall about you, stealing will earn you a fair amount of detentions. Oh you're not going to cry are you?"
Seraph's eyes were watering but she seemed to be trying to control it. She shook her head wordlessly.
"Good because I would hate for you to be expelled for staining valuable books. Imagine if you had to go back to your slummy little Muggle dwelling. I suppose you have our whole family in one room, Grandma and Granddad over there, Mum and Dad in that corner" He smirked, expecting her to cower even more. He was taken aback when instead she dissolved into tears.
"Hey, I didn't mean it you won't be expelled!" He said, a little alarmed as her sobs grew louder. That didn't help, she buried her head in her arms and cried. He stared around helplessly unsure of how to handle this. People were beginning to look over and Hermione suddenly appeared from behind. She threw Malfoy a poisonous look and sheparded Seraph to a far corner.
Draco sat back down and continued with his work. He was absorbed in the third stanza of Tolkein's essays on the Quenya tongue. He'd just began translating a particularly obscure past tense when some one grabbed at his shoulder and twisted him painfully around.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He began to protest as the same person grabbed at his collar and hauled him to his feet.
It took him a few seconds to register that it was Hermione who was manhandling him. Even when it had hit him he was to shocked to do anything. He just stood there with his mouth open. He'd never seen her look so angry.
"You insensitive callous little snot" She hissed, her eyes blazing dangerously.
He tried to look calm, "What is this about Granger?" He was most annoyed that the words sounded a little nervous.
"You know what you've done don't even try and ignore it."
He was genuinely baffled, "I am afraid I have no idea, maybe if you let go of my collar then I would be more receptive"
She let go of his collar and he rubbed his throat gingerly. "Thank you, now would you care to explain that" he said gesturing to Seraph who was looking over at them with wide red eyes.
Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously. "It is not a good thing Malfoy to go insulting a little girls grandparents on the same day that news of her Grandma's death has reached her."
Her words gradually sunk in. "Oh" he said in a small voice.
"Yes 'oh' I hope you are happy. You're pathetic bullying her like that" Hermione swept away and took Seraph over to sit with her and her buddy.
Draco tried to carry on working but he felt a sickening flutter in his stomach. His chest also felt tight with stabbing guilt. How could he have been so awful. A spiteful little voice inside of him kept trying to persuade him that it was her fault for not telling him. Angrily he pushed aside those thoughts. It was his fault, if he's been nice to her then she'd have told him and he wouldn't have been in this mess. He wasn't used to this self examination and he felt rotten. What's more it brought back unpleasant memories of his own Grandmother's death when he was nine.
Narcissa's mother was as different as could be from his parents. She had been a vigorously intellectual woman who never shielded him from the world. Unknown to his parents she had taken the young wizard to theme parks and Muggle places just to teach him how to have fun. She had always adamantly refused to obey Lucius' wish that his son be kept away from Muggles. When she had died he had cried for days and he now wanted to help Seraph through this and make up for being so awful.
Sighing heavily he got up and went over to Hermione's table.
"Chocolate Frog?" He said smiling lopsidedly, holding the sticky treat out to the little girl.
Ohh now what???? has he seen the error of his ways, want to see Draco with little sister troubles, ok I will but I need ideas, review please look the box the box!!!
Hmm well Draco is being exceptionally mean isn't he. Grrr it pains me to write it cause I love him so much but it's necessary, anyway I won't say anything else with regards to the plot except to assure one reader that there will be no romance between Seraph and Draco....... I mean what do you take me for lol
The situation didn't improve much over the next few days. After being rebuffed away from every attempt at conversation Seraph finally gave up and became withdrawn and silent during their time together. Draco was entirely happy with the way things were and even prided himself on managing the situation very well.
He looked around the library with a smirk of satisfaction, everyone else was chattering and ignoring the work at hand. He and Seraph were the only ones who ever did much work. Longbottom had become a point of ridicule as each night his extremely bright little Ravenclaw helped him with his potions assignments. Potter had ended up with the shoe demon. That was funny. Right now the Boy that lived was trying in vain to stupefy a viperous sniket, a multi fanged ,multi legged creature that his buddy had proclaimed was "his pet".
He turned back and looked at Seraph who was quietly working on her essay, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. "Mudblooded little twit" he thought scowling. He stood to fetch a book he needed for his rune translation. When he returned his parchment had been moved and one roll was missing.
"Did you touch my parchment?" He growled.
"I...needed some for...." Seraph trailed of miserably.
"I don't care, you had no right to touch my things. I am going to have to throw it away now you've touched it you empty headed mudblood" The parchment didn't matter but Draco couldn't resist being cruel to the terrified first year. He carried on talking, enjoying the look of horror on her face. "I shall go to McGonagall about you, stealing will earn you a fair amount of detentions. Oh you're not going to cry are you?"
Seraph's eyes were watering but she seemed to be trying to control it. She shook her head wordlessly.
"Good because I would hate for you to be expelled for staining valuable books. Imagine if you had to go back to your slummy little Muggle dwelling. I suppose you have our whole family in one room, Grandma and Granddad over there, Mum and Dad in that corner" He smirked, expecting her to cower even more. He was taken aback when instead she dissolved into tears.
"Hey, I didn't mean it you won't be expelled!" He said, a little alarmed as her sobs grew louder. That didn't help, she buried her head in her arms and cried. He stared around helplessly unsure of how to handle this. People were beginning to look over and Hermione suddenly appeared from behind. She threw Malfoy a poisonous look and sheparded Seraph to a far corner.
Draco sat back down and continued with his work. He was absorbed in the third stanza of Tolkein's essays on the Quenya tongue. He'd just began translating a particularly obscure past tense when some one grabbed at his shoulder and twisted him painfully around.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He began to protest as the same person grabbed at his collar and hauled him to his feet.
It took him a few seconds to register that it was Hermione who was manhandling him. Even when it had hit him he was to shocked to do anything. He just stood there with his mouth open. He'd never seen her look so angry.
"You insensitive callous little snot" She hissed, her eyes blazing dangerously.
He tried to look calm, "What is this about Granger?" He was most annoyed that the words sounded a little nervous.
"You know what you've done don't even try and ignore it."
He was genuinely baffled, "I am afraid I have no idea, maybe if you let go of my collar then I would be more receptive"
She let go of his collar and he rubbed his throat gingerly. "Thank you, now would you care to explain that" he said gesturing to Seraph who was looking over at them with wide red eyes.
Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously. "It is not a good thing Malfoy to go insulting a little girls grandparents on the same day that news of her Grandma's death has reached her."
Her words gradually sunk in. "Oh" he said in a small voice.
"Yes 'oh' I hope you are happy. You're pathetic bullying her like that" Hermione swept away and took Seraph over to sit with her and her buddy.
Draco tried to carry on working but he felt a sickening flutter in his stomach. His chest also felt tight with stabbing guilt. How could he have been so awful. A spiteful little voice inside of him kept trying to persuade him that it was her fault for not telling him. Angrily he pushed aside those thoughts. It was his fault, if he's been nice to her then she'd have told him and he wouldn't have been in this mess. He wasn't used to this self examination and he felt rotten. What's more it brought back unpleasant memories of his own Grandmother's death when he was nine.
Narcissa's mother was as different as could be from his parents. She had been a vigorously intellectual woman who never shielded him from the world. Unknown to his parents she had taken the young wizard to theme parks and Muggle places just to teach him how to have fun. She had always adamantly refused to obey Lucius' wish that his son be kept away from Muggles. When she had died he had cried for days and he now wanted to help Seraph through this and make up for being so awful.
Sighing heavily he got up and went over to Hermione's table.
"Chocolate Frog?" He said smiling lopsidedly, holding the sticky treat out to the little girl.
Ohh now what???? has he seen the error of his ways, want to see Draco with little sister troubles, ok I will but I need ideas, review please look the box the box!!!