Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!
This was actually written by me & my friend. I'm currently not sure if she wants me to say her email address, so I will say (type) it later if it's ok. :P
Ron: The Dedication for today is…….
Harry: ChetteTeng, for supporting us all the way! Don't give up, ChetteTeng!
HMP: Please note that a lot of people have been asking where this started. I know this is confusing, but it is supposed to be like that. You will find out where the story started later. Unless, we decide not to tell. =)
Ron: Thanks to…….
Fox—Read above.
N— We'll try to make the chapts. longer. However, the chapts. may not be. So you'll just have to see, as we our writing it as we go along. We have absolutely no idea where this fic will go.
Rose— Thanks for reviewing! Here's the next chapt.!
Written by HMP, Ron, Harry, &
One of HMP's best friends.
Chapt. 2 'Laughter In The Potion's
Classroom'
Harry Potter does not belong to us, &
rightfully belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Hermione & Draco had become good friends, much to Ginny's delight. Ron, however, was very ticked off about this. Harry just didn't know what to think.
"So, Draco, what are you going to do about your father?" Asked Hermione one day.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend, & the three were in the Three Broomsticks, enjoying a nice Butter Beer.
Draco slamed his cup so hard on the table, everyone from the other tables felt it. Luckily, they didn't care what it was, & didn't even give one little glance at Draco. Then, realizing what he did, he turned red. "I.... I don't know....." He whispered.
Ginny hugged Draco. "It'll be alright...." she whispered, gently, as if she was soothing a little baby.
"My...... my father used to be bearable, back when I was a young lad. About 3 or 4. All he would do was tell me that when I grew up, I would do things for 'The Great One.' However, when I turned, say, 6 or 7, things became worse. Much worse. He started training me with dark magic, & beating me when I coudn't do something right.
"But, it was when I turned 11, that it became unbearable. My mother, Narssica, a kind lady, couldn't take the fact that my father was treating me the way he was. So, one day, he beat her, because she kept bugging him about how he shouldn't keep doing the things he was doing to me. He..... he........ he beat her to death...... The lady you saw at the tournament, was only an illusion that looked like my mother," his voice became bitter. "When she was seen with my father."
"Oh..... Draco....... I....... I never knew......" Hermione said, sadly.
"It's....... it's alright.... your…. your right…….. you never knew…. Never could have known…"
"NO! Someone should have BEEN there for you! You were all alone! If only you acted like your true self, & had told us that your father wanted you to act the way you did, like a snobby brat, & you would only act like that, when your father was around! We should have been there for you! We could have been there!"
"No....." Draco shook his head. "My father would have somehow found out. THAT's why I don't want to hang out with you guys. I....... I worry for you, too. Your Harry's best friends, &..... your in Gryffindor, so........ Also, Hermione, your a Mud-Blood.......... no offense, of course." he said, quickly.
Hermione shook her head. "None taken. Say, why don't we ask Dumbledore what we should do?" Hermione asked.
Draco & Ginny nodded, & the three of them (already had paid for the Butter Beers.) turned towards the door. But, before they could get there, someone people burst in.
Draco protected the girls with his arms, Hermione gasped, & Ginny went pale.
In front of them was Deatheaters & Dementors. Lucius Malfoy in front of them all.
Please, R&R! I'll write the next chapt. As soon as I get 5 nice reviews. Not flames, reviews.
This was actually written by me & my friend. I'm currently not sure if she wants me to say her email address, so I will say (type) it later if it's ok. :P
Ron: The Dedication for today is…….
Harry: ChetteTeng, for supporting us all the way! Don't give up, ChetteTeng!
HMP: Please note that a lot of people have been asking where this started. I know this is confusing, but it is supposed to be like that. You will find out where the story started later. Unless, we decide not to tell. =)
Ron: Thanks to…….
Fox—Read above.
N— We'll try to make the chapts. longer. However, the chapts. may not be. So you'll just have to see, as we our writing it as we go along. We have absolutely no idea where this fic will go.
Rose— Thanks for reviewing! Here's the next chapt.!
Written by HMP, Ron, Harry, &
One of HMP's best friends.
Chapt. 2 'Laughter In The Potion's
Classroom'
Harry Potter does not belong to us, &
rightfully belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Hermione & Draco had become good friends, much to Ginny's delight. Ron, however, was very ticked off about this. Harry just didn't know what to think.
"So, Draco, what are you going to do about your father?" Asked Hermione one day.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend, & the three were in the Three Broomsticks, enjoying a nice Butter Beer.
Draco slamed his cup so hard on the table, everyone from the other tables felt it. Luckily, they didn't care what it was, & didn't even give one little glance at Draco. Then, realizing what he did, he turned red. "I.... I don't know....." He whispered.
Ginny hugged Draco. "It'll be alright...." she whispered, gently, as if she was soothing a little baby.
"My...... my father used to be bearable, back when I was a young lad. About 3 or 4. All he would do was tell me that when I grew up, I would do things for 'The Great One.' However, when I turned, say, 6 or 7, things became worse. Much worse. He started training me with dark magic, & beating me when I coudn't do something right.
"But, it was when I turned 11, that it became unbearable. My mother, Narssica, a kind lady, couldn't take the fact that my father was treating me the way he was. So, one day, he beat her, because she kept bugging him about how he shouldn't keep doing the things he was doing to me. He..... he........ he beat her to death...... The lady you saw at the tournament, was only an illusion that looked like my mother," his voice became bitter. "When she was seen with my father."
"Oh..... Draco....... I....... I never knew......" Hermione said, sadly.
"It's....... it's alright.... your…. your right…….. you never knew…. Never could have known…"
"NO! Someone should have BEEN there for you! You were all alone! If only you acted like your true self, & had told us that your father wanted you to act the way you did, like a snobby brat, & you would only act like that, when your father was around! We should have been there for you! We could have been there!"
"No....." Draco shook his head. "My father would have somehow found out. THAT's why I don't want to hang out with you guys. I....... I worry for you, too. Your Harry's best friends, &..... your in Gryffindor, so........ Also, Hermione, your a Mud-Blood.......... no offense, of course." he said, quickly.
Hermione shook her head. "None taken. Say, why don't we ask Dumbledore what we should do?" Hermione asked.
Draco & Ginny nodded, & the three of them (already had paid for the Butter Beers.) turned towards the door. But, before they could get there, someone people burst in.
Draco protected the girls with his arms, Hermione gasped, & Ginny went pale.
In front of them was Deatheaters & Dementors. Lucius Malfoy in front of them all.
Please, R&R! I'll write the next chapt. As soon as I get 5 nice reviews. Not flames, reviews.