Draco's Story
Hello, all you Harry Potter fans out there. This is Draco Malfoy. NOT that stupid, famous,
"wonderful" git, Harry Potter. This time I'm in the spotlight. So sit down, be quiet, and listen
to my story.
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So, anyway, I was in Potions class stirring up ingredients for a sleep potion. Most of the
class was asleep from trying out their potions. I happened to glance over at Pansy Parkinson. She winked at me. I returned the wink with a weak smile.
I hated Pansy. Everybody thought that we were boyfriend and girlfriend because she was always clinging to my arm or holding my hand. But I actually couldn't stand her. She was a girl from a poor family and only wanted to be my girlfriend for my money. I hate people like that.
I added swamp grass to my potion. Pansy blew me a kiss. I looked down, disgusted. The fumes from my potion were making me woozy. I fell asleep.
I had a dream that I was walking along a road. At the end of the road there was a cliff. I fell
off the cliff onto hard ground. Pansy came up to me. She started to kick me in the ribs. I
yelled for her to stop, but she wouldn't. My ribs were starting to hurt.
I woke up to find myself on the floor and Ron kicking me in the ribs. I sat up painfully.
"What was that for?" I asked him angrily.
"For giving Rita Skeeter all those lies about Harry." He looked at me furiously.
"For God sakes, Ron. That was two years ago!"
"Well, I also hate your guts."
The bell rang, signaling the end of Potions class. I went to my next class, Transfiguration.
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In Transfiguration class we were supposed to be taking notes on how to do human transfiguration, but my mind was on Ron. Why did he take revenge on me now, instead of two years ago? I know that he told me that he hated my guts, but there had to be another reason, right?
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Professor McGonagall had given us a ten minute break, so after hurriedly catching up with my notes and copying down my homework I started on my essay for Potions, but I found it hard to concentrate. What was so important about sleep potions, anyway? I went through my notes, made up some stuff, and my essay was done in seven minutes. Good, more time for Quidditch practice.
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Then Transfiguration class was over instead of going to the Great Hall, I went to the Quidditch field. The rest of the Slytherin team was already there. I went into the locker rooms and put on my robes, grabbed my broomstick and started to fly around the stadium.
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When I was done flying around, I went up to Chaser Adrian Pucey.
"Hi, Adrian. What's up?"
He told me that all the teams were looking for new players today because so many of them
graduated last year. We needed Beaters, two Chasers and a Keeper.
Boy, was our team desperate, I thought. "So, uh, when do the people who want to try out
for the team get here?" I asked him.
He checked his watch. "In about five minutes."
I decided to go for another fly around the stadium. When I was halfway around, I stopped.
The people who were trying out were coming. For some strange reason Crabbe and Goyle were in the crowd. Pansy was there, too. Ugh.
"Hi, Draco!" She called up to me. I pretended not to hear her.
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After an hour of tryouts, Adrian read the list for the team. "All right, everyone, listen up.
The Seeker for the team is Draco Malfoy."
Duh, I thought. I was on the team already.
"The Beaters for the team are Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle." Those two? They were that smart? Now that's a surprise.
"The Keeper is Millicent Bulstrode. The three Chasers are me, Eric Higgs and Pansy Parkinson." Oh, no. This is not going to be good.
I landed my broom. Pansy ran up to me, shrieking with excitement.
"Oh, Draco! Isn't this great? I can't believe that I got on the team."
"Yeah, Pansy," I said disappointedly. "It's...great...."
She ran off towards the school building. Probably to tell all her friends the "good news."
Adrian came up to me. "You know, I can't believe that all your friends made the team."
I gave him a puzzled look. "What friends?" I asked him.
"Hello, Crabbe and Goyle...." "Those two idiots? They're not my friends. They're just my bodyguards."
"Well, Pansy is on the team, too."
"Don't even remind me of that."
"I thought she was your girlfriend."
"No, she's not. She just wants to be my girlfriend because I'm rich." I left the field, changed back into my regular school robes and went to the common room to do homework.
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When I was done with my homework, I decided to skip dinner and go to bed. I was really tired after Quidditch practice.
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Four weeks later, it was time for the school's first Quidditch match: Gryffindor versus
Slytherin. The stands were packed.
I was in the locker rooms putting on my robes I looked around for familiar faces in the crowd.
There was Snape, cheering us on, and McGonagall, supervising the new commentator, Colin Creevy.
Madame Hooch's whistle blew. Both teams went onto the field. When I looked at the Gryffindor team, my jaw dropped. The new people on the team were Ron, Hermione, Neville, Dean Thomas, Ginny and a Seventh year boy that I had never seen before.
Madame Hooch's whistle blew again. We mounted our brooms and took off.
"Aaaand, they're off!" shouted the magnified voice of Colin Creevy. "The quaffle is passed
back and forth between Ron Weasley and Dean Thomas. They're going toward the Slytherin goal.
They shoot. They score!" Cheers filled the stadium.
I looked up and saw Hermione cheering on her roomstick. It struck me how pretty she looked. Her hair glimmered in the sunlight - wait a minute, hair doesn't glimmer - a snitch does though!
I started speeding toward her. She panicked and flew away, thinking I was going to attack her. As my hand closed around the snitch, I could her cheering.
"You stupid idiot, Harry!" Colin shouted. "How could you let Slytherin win?"
"Mr.Creevy, has Lee Jordan been giving you lessons on commentating over the summer?"
Professor McGonagall asked.
The Slytherin team gathered around me, cheering and patting me on the back.
"You know, Draco," Adrian said to me. "Once during a Quidditch game Harry Potter caught the snitch in less than ten minutes. You, on the other hand, caught it in less than five."
We all landed our brooms and rushed to the locker rooms.
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"Hey, Crabbe. Gimme another one!" Crabbe poured another glass of butterbeer for Adrian.
We were having a party in the Slytherin common room after the match. Someone had nicked enough food and drinks from the kitchen to have a real party. Someone else got hold of some kind of muggle equipment that plays songs and got it to work, (which was pretty cool because muggle equipment isn't supposed to work at Hogwarts). Right now it was playing a fast song that went,
"Then I saw her faaaaaaaaaace, Now I'm a believer, Not a traaaaaaaaaaace of doubt in my
miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind, I'm in love, ooooooooooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied."
The song reminded me of when I saw Hermione cheering. She looked so pretty on a broomstick, cheering for her team.
"Um, excuse me." My thoughts were interrupted by a girl who looked about two years younger than me. "Do you want to dance with me?" she asked.
"Maybe later," I said. I was still thinking about Hermione. Suddenly, a thought struck me:
What if I was falling in love with her? No, that's impossible, I told myself. What would a
Slytherin Pureblood find in a Gryffindor Mudblood? I can't be in love with her.....can I?
I went to get a butter beer and just to make sure that I didn't like Hermione I asked that
girl if she still wanted to dance. She said yes.
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In bed a few hours later, I kept replaying in my head that moment when I saw Hermione and then caught the snitch. Remembering her smile, I smiled too and fell asleep.
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The next day, going to Arithmancy class, I saw her with Harry and Ron.
"Hi, Hermione," I mumbled. That was a BIG mistake. I felt my face getting all hot. I could hear Harry and Ron laughing. I turned and walked away. They were still laughing.
"Hermione," I heard Harry say loudly. "I think Draco fancies you." I started to walk away
quicker.
"He must," Ron said, just as loudly. "If he didn't then he would've tried to hex us already!"
I started to run.
"Oh, look, Ron! He's running away! I guess he wants to play a game of tag!"
"Well then, Harry, let's catch him!" They started to run after me. I tried to run faster,
but too late. They caught up with me and shoved me onto the ground. Harry grabbed my bag and started to going through it. Ron started to punch me.
"Stop, it! STOP IT!" I cried. He kept punching me. Somehow I got up and pinned him
face down to the floor.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME FOR?" I shouted at him. "I DEMAND A LOGICAL EXPLANATION!"
"You......you...." he gasped. I think I was making it hard for him to breathe.
"I WHAT?"
"You.....were.....after.....my.....girl."
"WHAT!!!!!" I picked him up and threw him against the nearest wall I could find. He crumpled to the floor. Harry jumped on me and started whacking me with one of my schoolbooks.
I picked up an ink bottle and threw it at him. I missed. It shattered against the wall. He threw
an ink bottle at me, too, and missed, splashing ink on the floor. I reached into my bag, meaning to get my wand, but pulled out a quill pen instead. Harry started to laugh.
"What are you going to do?" he asked tauntingly, reaching into my bag and pulling out my wand. "Gonna try to hex me with a quill pen, are you?" He laughed some more.
I looked at the pen, looked at him and got an idea. With lightning fast speed I threw myself
on top of him and plunged my quill pen into his scar. He let out a bloodcurdling shriek as he
tried to pull the quill pen out of his forehead. His scar started to get longer, started to run
down his face. Then, with a sickening jolt I realized that his scar wasn't getting longer.
Blood was running down his face. He pulled the quill pen out and looked at me.
"Draco!" he yelled. "What did you do that for?!" I could see that tears were running down his face as well as blood. So, I thought. The famous Harry Potter actually knows how to cry.
"What did you do that for?" He asked me again. I said nothing. He started to advance upon me. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer!" He threw me against a wall. THUD! Blackness.
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I woke up in the hospital wing, remembering what happened. I tried to sit up, but Madam Pomfrey rushed over and told me to lie back down. "What happened?" I asked her.
"Well, Professor Snape was walking along the corridor when he saw all three of you out cold.
He magicked you into three stretchers and brought you here. I must say, he looked very worried."
Snape worried? I thought. That's impossible. He never looses his cool.
Suddenly the hospital wing door flew open. Snape was standing in the doorway looking as
worried as ever which is cool, because he's never worried. "Poppy," he said, looking panicked. "Poppy, is he all right?"
"Yes, Severus," she said. "He's fine. Just woke up."
Snape rushed over to my bed.
"Are you all right, Malfoy?" he asked me. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, Professor," I said. "I'm fine."
"That's good. Did you know how worried I was when I saw you out cold?"
A groan from the next bed. I looked around. Ron just woke up.
"Where am I?" he asked. "What am I doing here?"
"You're in the hospital wing, dear," Madame Pomfrey told him. "You got knocked out."
Another groan told us that Harry woke up, too. I saw him on the other side of Ron and my stomach dropped a few notches. He had a square of gauze on his scar.
"Well," said Madam Pomfrey cheerfully. "Now that we're all awake, I can call in Dumbledore!"
Ron, Harry and I gasped in unison.
"Severus, will you please go get him?" Snape left and came back about fifteen minutes later
with Dumbledore at his heels, and left. Dumbledore looked upset. Not angry upset, but
sad upset. Sad and a little weary.
"Boys," he said. "Please tell me what happened." We all started talking at once.
"All I did was say hi and they jumped me-"
"-knocked me against -"
"-threw a quill pen-"
"-well, what did you expect-"
"-pinned me down-"
"-threw me-"
"IT WASN'T MY FAULT, PROFESSOR!"
"Boys, boys," he held up a hand to quiet us. "One at a time, please! You first, Mr. Malfoy."
"Well," I began. "I was going to Arithmancy class and on the way I saw Harry, Ron and
Hermione. All I did was say hello to Hermione and continue on my way." I continued to tell him everything, including the quill pen incident. When I told him this he looked pretty shocked.
When I finished my story, Dumbledore asked Harry and Ron if what I said was true. They said yes. He then asked them why exactly they attacked me. They hung their heads and mumbled that they didn't know. Dumbledore sort of raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything about it.
"Well boys," he sighed. "I'm afraid I have some points to take away." We all groaned. "First to
you, Mr. Malfoy. I'm very disappointed in you. That was some nerve to knock Ron against a wall and stick Harry with a quill pen. I take away seventy- five points from Slytherin."
Oh well, I thought. It could be worse.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, I'm very upset with you two. Mr. Malfoy probably caused more damage than you, but you did start the fight. So I take away sixty points each." He then stood up and walked out of the hospital wing.
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That night I got up to go to the bathroom. When I was walking back to my bed I noticed Harry watching me.
"What are you looking at?" I snapped at him.
"Draco, why do hate me?" he asked. I felt a chill go up and down my spine.
"Why do you want to know?" I walked over to my bed and got in it.
"I'm just curious." He walked over to my bed and sat down at the foot of it.
"Well I don't want to tell you, so leave me alone." I lay down and pulled the covers over my
head. He pulled them back.
"C'mon, Draco."
"No, I want to go to sleep."
"Pleeeeeeeease?"
"Fine, fine, I'll tell you. The reason I hate you so much is because I was the first student
from Hogwarts to meet you. I extended my friendship to you. Then next thing I know,
you're hanging out with that Weasley character and acting like I don't exist!" Harry looked
slightly taken aback.
"Is that why you hate Ron so much?"
"Partly, but I also hate him because his father was on the squad that busted my father for being a Death Eater. And now since You-Know-Who is back they search our manor all the time! You don't know what it's like to have a big group of people come to your house and start going through everything, leaving no stone unturned, confiscating items left and right and leaving the house a complete mess!"
"I didn't know that you wanted to be my friend so badly. But you have Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy, right?" I didn't know why I was so being open to him and I wanted to stop. But something told me to keep talking.
"You know, I keep telling everybody this. Pansy is just some really annoying girl who wants me for my money and Crabbe and Goyle are too stupid to do anything but guard me."
"But what about your father?" he asked. I felt my eyes getting all hot and itchy.
Don't cry now, I thought. Not in front of Harry Potter!
"My father barely pays any attention to me. The only time he actually does pay attention to me is when I ask him to buy me something, when he tells me do something or when he's
yelling......at......me......" My voice choked on the last few words and I started to cry.
I heard the bed creaking followed by muffled footsteps. Harry must have gotten up and gone
back to bed. I decided to go to bed, too.
I slept fitfully that night.
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The next day I woke up and tried to remember a dream that I had. I was talking to Harry
about......I remember! I was telling him why I hated him so much. I also told him about Ron
and......and my father. I looked looked on the other side of Ron. Harry was already up.
"Hey, Harry!" I called to him. "I had such a weird dream last night. You were in it."
"Yeah?" He called back. "What was I doing?"
"You were listening while I was pouring my heart out to you."
"Um, Draco?"
"Yeah I know. Isn't it weird?"
"No, Draco. That's not what I was thinking."
"What were you thinking?"
"That wasn't a dream."
"You mean, I really did pour my heart out to you last night?"
"Yeah..."
Oh, God, I thought. I'm screwed.
"Well, don't tell Ron what I told you last night, Harry."
"O.K."
"Promise?" He nodded his head.
Just then Madam Pomfrey came bustling in with breakfast trays followed by Hermione who was carrying a tray as well. Madam Pomfrey put two trays in front of Harry and Ron. Hermione put her tray in front of me.
I looked into those beautiful brown eyes of hers and time seemed to freeze for a second as we stared at each other. Then she went off to talk with Harry and Ron while I started on my
breakfast.
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Then she left, Madam Pomfrey came up to us with a big smile on her face.
"Good news, Mr. Weasley," she said. "You are now well enough to go back to class." Ron
groaned. "Well come on, Mr. Weasley get dressed!" She threw a robe at Ron and put a
screen around his bed.
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Once Ron had left, Harry asked Madam Pomfrey if he could sleep in Ron's bed. She said it was fine.
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That night, when Madam Pomfrey had gone to bed, we started talking.
"Did you know that you were looking at Hermione sort of weird when she served you your food?" Harry asked me. "I did?" I said, sort of nervous.
"Uh-huh. She served you your food and you looked into her eyes and your face went all slack
and your eyes got sort of glazed - looking. Do you like her?"
I suddenly found my quilt real interesting. I mumbled no.
"Aw, c'mon Draco. You know you like her."
"I do not!"
"Yes, you do." This went back and forth for a while until finally I gave in. Harry gave me
sort of an I-knew-it-all-along look and started to sort of chuckle to himself.
"Hey, Harry, I got a question for you."
"Yeah? What?"
"Yesterday you were really mad at me. But today, we're talking like we're the best of
friends. Why?"
"Well after what you told me last night, I realize that you're actually a nice guy."
"I'm flattered." We went to sleep.
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The next day, Harry woke me up with very excitedlook on his face.
"Draco, Draco, wake up!"
"O.K., O.K., I'm up" I said, trying to force my eyes open. "What do you want?"
"I am so brilliant. Draco, tell me that I'm brilliant."
"What makes you so brilliant?"
"I've just thought of a way that you can tell Hermione that you like her without suffering embarrassment." A chill ran up and down my spine.
"Yeah? How?"
"Well, tomorrow's Saturday, right?"
"I don't know. I haven't been paying attention to the days of the week."
"Well, anyway, tomorrow's Saturday. So I was thinking that tomorrow you and Hermione could meet somewhere secret in the school."
"And where exactly would that place be?"
"Hmmmm....how about....I know! I heard of this secret tower in the school once."
"Where is it?"
"Go to the seventh floor. Once you get to the top of the steps, hang a left and continue
walking straight until you reach a statue of a girl with a an owl on her shoulder. Go up to the
statue and say, 'Dissendium.' The statue will move aside to reveal a hidden tower."
"That's a great idea, Harry! But how will we get Hermione to go there?"
"I know! You'll already be inside the tower. I'll bring her there, and she'll see you. Then
I'll leave. When you're alone you can tell her that you like her, and Hogwarts will be
introduced to it's newest couple!"
"Oh, O.K."
"So, when do you want this to happen?"
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Five hours later I was combing my hair to get ready for the big occasion. There were
butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't stay in one position for more than five minutes. I
started to pace the hospital wing, and with each step thanked God for making Madam Pomfrey a sound sleeper who liked to go to bed early. Finally, Harry asked me if I was ready. I said yes. He then reached under the mattress and got out something fluid and silvery-looking.
Oh my God, I thought. Harry has an invisibility cloak! I made a mental note to ask Father to
get me one, too. Harry put the cloak over both of us and we went
out of the hospital wing.
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When we got to the statue Harry said, "Dissendium." The statue moved aside to reveal a
dark tower filled with white cozy - looking armchairs and sofas. I was reminded of the
Slytherin common room. The tower even had a fireplace with a beautifully carved mantelpiece.
"So," said Harry. "How do you like the common room of the lost fifth house of Hogwarts?"
I looked around in awe. I had heard myths about the lost house, but I had never believed them true. Harry lit a fire and suddenly the room became a lot brighter. I could even make out
two staircases which I guessed led to the boys and girls dorms of the lost fifth house. I
wondered how they felt when.... but that wasn't important right now.
"So, should I get Hermione now?" Harry asked.
"O.K.," I said. "But what excuse are you going to give her so she can come up here?"
"Don't worry. I already have one."
Harry left the tower.
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Half an hour later, he came back with Hermione following him. She looked around, saw me and gave Harry a look that said, "This isn't what I was expecting," and sat down in a chair.
"Well," said Harry. "I guess I'll leave you two alone now," and walked out of the room.
"Uh, Hermione," I said. I walked over and sat in a chair next to her.
She turned her head and focused her beautiful brown eyes on me.
"Hermione, I-I-I..."
"What, Draco?" She asked coldly.
Oh, God, I thought. I can't tell her. I can't!
"What is it, Draco?"
"Hermione," I took a deep breath. "I-I-I-I-I...I've been in love with you ever since the Quidditch match and......I.....um.....uh...."
Stop blabbering! I told myself.
Hermione looked like she knew something I
didn't.
"Oh, Draco. I'm sorry, but I just can't. Ron's already my boyfriend and we've had a steady
relationship going on for a while, and Harry knew that I would never leave Ron. I'm sure that he set this up so we could meet in privacy and make this easier for both of us. Isn't that what
friends are for?"
"Yeah, I guess so." But really I felt like my heart had been torn into a million pieces.
Author's note: There is no evidence in the books if a lost fifth house of Hogwarts, so don't go
trying to find it, because it isn't there!
Hello, all you Harry Potter fans out there. This is Draco Malfoy. NOT that stupid, famous,
"wonderful" git, Harry Potter. This time I'm in the spotlight. So sit down, be quiet, and listen
to my story.
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So, anyway, I was in Potions class stirring up ingredients for a sleep potion. Most of the
class was asleep from trying out their potions. I happened to glance over at Pansy Parkinson. She winked at me. I returned the wink with a weak smile.
I hated Pansy. Everybody thought that we were boyfriend and girlfriend because she was always clinging to my arm or holding my hand. But I actually couldn't stand her. She was a girl from a poor family and only wanted to be my girlfriend for my money. I hate people like that.
I added swamp grass to my potion. Pansy blew me a kiss. I looked down, disgusted. The fumes from my potion were making me woozy. I fell asleep.
I had a dream that I was walking along a road. At the end of the road there was a cliff. I fell
off the cliff onto hard ground. Pansy came up to me. She started to kick me in the ribs. I
yelled for her to stop, but she wouldn't. My ribs were starting to hurt.
I woke up to find myself on the floor and Ron kicking me in the ribs. I sat up painfully.
"What was that for?" I asked him angrily.
"For giving Rita Skeeter all those lies about Harry." He looked at me furiously.
"For God sakes, Ron. That was two years ago!"
"Well, I also hate your guts."
The bell rang, signaling the end of Potions class. I went to my next class, Transfiguration.
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In Transfiguration class we were supposed to be taking notes on how to do human transfiguration, but my mind was on Ron. Why did he take revenge on me now, instead of two years ago? I know that he told me that he hated my guts, but there had to be another reason, right?
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Professor McGonagall had given us a ten minute break, so after hurriedly catching up with my notes and copying down my homework I started on my essay for Potions, but I found it hard to concentrate. What was so important about sleep potions, anyway? I went through my notes, made up some stuff, and my essay was done in seven minutes. Good, more time for Quidditch practice.
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Then Transfiguration class was over instead of going to the Great Hall, I went to the Quidditch field. The rest of the Slytherin team was already there. I went into the locker rooms and put on my robes, grabbed my broomstick and started to fly around the stadium.
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When I was done flying around, I went up to Chaser Adrian Pucey.
"Hi, Adrian. What's up?"
He told me that all the teams were looking for new players today because so many of them
graduated last year. We needed Beaters, two Chasers and a Keeper.
Boy, was our team desperate, I thought. "So, uh, when do the people who want to try out
for the team get here?" I asked him.
He checked his watch. "In about five minutes."
I decided to go for another fly around the stadium. When I was halfway around, I stopped.
The people who were trying out were coming. For some strange reason Crabbe and Goyle were in the crowd. Pansy was there, too. Ugh.
"Hi, Draco!" She called up to me. I pretended not to hear her.
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After an hour of tryouts, Adrian read the list for the team. "All right, everyone, listen up.
The Seeker for the team is Draco Malfoy."
Duh, I thought. I was on the team already.
"The Beaters for the team are Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle." Those two? They were that smart? Now that's a surprise.
"The Keeper is Millicent Bulstrode. The three Chasers are me, Eric Higgs and Pansy Parkinson." Oh, no. This is not going to be good.
I landed my broom. Pansy ran up to me, shrieking with excitement.
"Oh, Draco! Isn't this great? I can't believe that I got on the team."
"Yeah, Pansy," I said disappointedly. "It's...great...."
She ran off towards the school building. Probably to tell all her friends the "good news."
Adrian came up to me. "You know, I can't believe that all your friends made the team."
I gave him a puzzled look. "What friends?" I asked him.
"Hello, Crabbe and Goyle...." "Those two idiots? They're not my friends. They're just my bodyguards."
"Well, Pansy is on the team, too."
"Don't even remind me of that."
"I thought she was your girlfriend."
"No, she's not. She just wants to be my girlfriend because I'm rich." I left the field, changed back into my regular school robes and went to the common room to do homework.
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When I was done with my homework, I decided to skip dinner and go to bed. I was really tired after Quidditch practice.
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Four weeks later, it was time for the school's first Quidditch match: Gryffindor versus
Slytherin. The stands were packed.
I was in the locker rooms putting on my robes I looked around for familiar faces in the crowd.
There was Snape, cheering us on, and McGonagall, supervising the new commentator, Colin Creevy.
Madame Hooch's whistle blew. Both teams went onto the field. When I looked at the Gryffindor team, my jaw dropped. The new people on the team were Ron, Hermione, Neville, Dean Thomas, Ginny and a Seventh year boy that I had never seen before.
Madame Hooch's whistle blew again. We mounted our brooms and took off.
"Aaaand, they're off!" shouted the magnified voice of Colin Creevy. "The quaffle is passed
back and forth between Ron Weasley and Dean Thomas. They're going toward the Slytherin goal.
They shoot. They score!" Cheers filled the stadium.
I looked up and saw Hermione cheering on her roomstick. It struck me how pretty she looked. Her hair glimmered in the sunlight - wait a minute, hair doesn't glimmer - a snitch does though!
I started speeding toward her. She panicked and flew away, thinking I was going to attack her. As my hand closed around the snitch, I could her cheering.
"You stupid idiot, Harry!" Colin shouted. "How could you let Slytherin win?"
"Mr.Creevy, has Lee Jordan been giving you lessons on commentating over the summer?"
Professor McGonagall asked.
The Slytherin team gathered around me, cheering and patting me on the back.
"You know, Draco," Adrian said to me. "Once during a Quidditch game Harry Potter caught the snitch in less than ten minutes. You, on the other hand, caught it in less than five."
We all landed our brooms and rushed to the locker rooms.
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"Hey, Crabbe. Gimme another one!" Crabbe poured another glass of butterbeer for Adrian.
We were having a party in the Slytherin common room after the match. Someone had nicked enough food and drinks from the kitchen to have a real party. Someone else got hold of some kind of muggle equipment that plays songs and got it to work, (which was pretty cool because muggle equipment isn't supposed to work at Hogwarts). Right now it was playing a fast song that went,
"Then I saw her faaaaaaaaaace, Now I'm a believer, Not a traaaaaaaaaaace of doubt in my
miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind, I'm in love, ooooooooooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied."
The song reminded me of when I saw Hermione cheering. She looked so pretty on a broomstick, cheering for her team.
"Um, excuse me." My thoughts were interrupted by a girl who looked about two years younger than me. "Do you want to dance with me?" she asked.
"Maybe later," I said. I was still thinking about Hermione. Suddenly, a thought struck me:
What if I was falling in love with her? No, that's impossible, I told myself. What would a
Slytherin Pureblood find in a Gryffindor Mudblood? I can't be in love with her.....can I?
I went to get a butter beer and just to make sure that I didn't like Hermione I asked that
girl if she still wanted to dance. She said yes.
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In bed a few hours later, I kept replaying in my head that moment when I saw Hermione and then caught the snitch. Remembering her smile, I smiled too and fell asleep.
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The next day, going to Arithmancy class, I saw her with Harry and Ron.
"Hi, Hermione," I mumbled. That was a BIG mistake. I felt my face getting all hot. I could hear Harry and Ron laughing. I turned and walked away. They were still laughing.
"Hermione," I heard Harry say loudly. "I think Draco fancies you." I started to walk away
quicker.
"He must," Ron said, just as loudly. "If he didn't then he would've tried to hex us already!"
I started to run.
"Oh, look, Ron! He's running away! I guess he wants to play a game of tag!"
"Well then, Harry, let's catch him!" They started to run after me. I tried to run faster,
but too late. They caught up with me and shoved me onto the ground. Harry grabbed my bag and started to going through it. Ron started to punch me.
"Stop, it! STOP IT!" I cried. He kept punching me. Somehow I got up and pinned him
face down to the floor.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME FOR?" I shouted at him. "I DEMAND A LOGICAL EXPLANATION!"
"You......you...." he gasped. I think I was making it hard for him to breathe.
"I WHAT?"
"You.....were.....after.....my.....girl."
"WHAT!!!!!" I picked him up and threw him against the nearest wall I could find. He crumpled to the floor. Harry jumped on me and started whacking me with one of my schoolbooks.
I picked up an ink bottle and threw it at him. I missed. It shattered against the wall. He threw
an ink bottle at me, too, and missed, splashing ink on the floor. I reached into my bag, meaning to get my wand, but pulled out a quill pen instead. Harry started to laugh.
"What are you going to do?" he asked tauntingly, reaching into my bag and pulling out my wand. "Gonna try to hex me with a quill pen, are you?" He laughed some more.
I looked at the pen, looked at him and got an idea. With lightning fast speed I threw myself
on top of him and plunged my quill pen into his scar. He let out a bloodcurdling shriek as he
tried to pull the quill pen out of his forehead. His scar started to get longer, started to run
down his face. Then, with a sickening jolt I realized that his scar wasn't getting longer.
Blood was running down his face. He pulled the quill pen out and looked at me.
"Draco!" he yelled. "What did you do that for?!" I could see that tears were running down his face as well as blood. So, I thought. The famous Harry Potter actually knows how to cry.
"What did you do that for?" He asked me again. I said nothing. He started to advance upon me. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer!" He threw me against a wall. THUD! Blackness.
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I woke up in the hospital wing, remembering what happened. I tried to sit up, but Madam Pomfrey rushed over and told me to lie back down. "What happened?" I asked her.
"Well, Professor Snape was walking along the corridor when he saw all three of you out cold.
He magicked you into three stretchers and brought you here. I must say, he looked very worried."
Snape worried? I thought. That's impossible. He never looses his cool.
Suddenly the hospital wing door flew open. Snape was standing in the doorway looking as
worried as ever which is cool, because he's never worried. "Poppy," he said, looking panicked. "Poppy, is he all right?"
"Yes, Severus," she said. "He's fine. Just woke up."
Snape rushed over to my bed.
"Are you all right, Malfoy?" he asked me. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, Professor," I said. "I'm fine."
"That's good. Did you know how worried I was when I saw you out cold?"
A groan from the next bed. I looked around. Ron just woke up.
"Where am I?" he asked. "What am I doing here?"
"You're in the hospital wing, dear," Madame Pomfrey told him. "You got knocked out."
Another groan told us that Harry woke up, too. I saw him on the other side of Ron and my stomach dropped a few notches. He had a square of gauze on his scar.
"Well," said Madam Pomfrey cheerfully. "Now that we're all awake, I can call in Dumbledore!"
Ron, Harry and I gasped in unison.
"Severus, will you please go get him?" Snape left and came back about fifteen minutes later
with Dumbledore at his heels, and left. Dumbledore looked upset. Not angry upset, but
sad upset. Sad and a little weary.
"Boys," he said. "Please tell me what happened." We all started talking at once.
"All I did was say hi and they jumped me-"
"-knocked me against -"
"-threw a quill pen-"
"-well, what did you expect-"
"-pinned me down-"
"-threw me-"
"IT WASN'T MY FAULT, PROFESSOR!"
"Boys, boys," he held up a hand to quiet us. "One at a time, please! You first, Mr. Malfoy."
"Well," I began. "I was going to Arithmancy class and on the way I saw Harry, Ron and
Hermione. All I did was say hello to Hermione and continue on my way." I continued to tell him everything, including the quill pen incident. When I told him this he looked pretty shocked.
When I finished my story, Dumbledore asked Harry and Ron if what I said was true. They said yes. He then asked them why exactly they attacked me. They hung their heads and mumbled that they didn't know. Dumbledore sort of raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything about it.
"Well boys," he sighed. "I'm afraid I have some points to take away." We all groaned. "First to
you, Mr. Malfoy. I'm very disappointed in you. That was some nerve to knock Ron against a wall and stick Harry with a quill pen. I take away seventy- five points from Slytherin."
Oh well, I thought. It could be worse.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, I'm very upset with you two. Mr. Malfoy probably caused more damage than you, but you did start the fight. So I take away sixty points each." He then stood up and walked out of the hospital wing.
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That night I got up to go to the bathroom. When I was walking back to my bed I noticed Harry watching me.
"What are you looking at?" I snapped at him.
"Draco, why do hate me?" he asked. I felt a chill go up and down my spine.
"Why do you want to know?" I walked over to my bed and got in it.
"I'm just curious." He walked over to my bed and sat down at the foot of it.
"Well I don't want to tell you, so leave me alone." I lay down and pulled the covers over my
head. He pulled them back.
"C'mon, Draco."
"No, I want to go to sleep."
"Pleeeeeeeease?"
"Fine, fine, I'll tell you. The reason I hate you so much is because I was the first student
from Hogwarts to meet you. I extended my friendship to you. Then next thing I know,
you're hanging out with that Weasley character and acting like I don't exist!" Harry looked
slightly taken aback.
"Is that why you hate Ron so much?"
"Partly, but I also hate him because his father was on the squad that busted my father for being a Death Eater. And now since You-Know-Who is back they search our manor all the time! You don't know what it's like to have a big group of people come to your house and start going through everything, leaving no stone unturned, confiscating items left and right and leaving the house a complete mess!"
"I didn't know that you wanted to be my friend so badly. But you have Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy, right?" I didn't know why I was so being open to him and I wanted to stop. But something told me to keep talking.
"You know, I keep telling everybody this. Pansy is just some really annoying girl who wants me for my money and Crabbe and Goyle are too stupid to do anything but guard me."
"But what about your father?" he asked. I felt my eyes getting all hot and itchy.
Don't cry now, I thought. Not in front of Harry Potter!
"My father barely pays any attention to me. The only time he actually does pay attention to me is when I ask him to buy me something, when he tells me do something or when he's
yelling......at......me......" My voice choked on the last few words and I started to cry.
I heard the bed creaking followed by muffled footsteps. Harry must have gotten up and gone
back to bed. I decided to go to bed, too.
I slept fitfully that night.
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The next day I woke up and tried to remember a dream that I had. I was talking to Harry
about......I remember! I was telling him why I hated him so much. I also told him about Ron
and......and my father. I looked looked on the other side of Ron. Harry was already up.
"Hey, Harry!" I called to him. "I had such a weird dream last night. You were in it."
"Yeah?" He called back. "What was I doing?"
"You were listening while I was pouring my heart out to you."
"Um, Draco?"
"Yeah I know. Isn't it weird?"
"No, Draco. That's not what I was thinking."
"What were you thinking?"
"That wasn't a dream."
"You mean, I really did pour my heart out to you last night?"
"Yeah..."
Oh, God, I thought. I'm screwed.
"Well, don't tell Ron what I told you last night, Harry."
"O.K."
"Promise?" He nodded his head.
Just then Madam Pomfrey came bustling in with breakfast trays followed by Hermione who was carrying a tray as well. Madam Pomfrey put two trays in front of Harry and Ron. Hermione put her tray in front of me.
I looked into those beautiful brown eyes of hers and time seemed to freeze for a second as we stared at each other. Then she went off to talk with Harry and Ron while I started on my
breakfast.
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Then she left, Madam Pomfrey came up to us with a big smile on her face.
"Good news, Mr. Weasley," she said. "You are now well enough to go back to class." Ron
groaned. "Well come on, Mr. Weasley get dressed!" She threw a robe at Ron and put a
screen around his bed.
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Once Ron had left, Harry asked Madam Pomfrey if he could sleep in Ron's bed. She said it was fine.
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That night, when Madam Pomfrey had gone to bed, we started talking.
"Did you know that you were looking at Hermione sort of weird when she served you your food?" Harry asked me. "I did?" I said, sort of nervous.
"Uh-huh. She served you your food and you looked into her eyes and your face went all slack
and your eyes got sort of glazed - looking. Do you like her?"
I suddenly found my quilt real interesting. I mumbled no.
"Aw, c'mon Draco. You know you like her."
"I do not!"
"Yes, you do." This went back and forth for a while until finally I gave in. Harry gave me
sort of an I-knew-it-all-along look and started to sort of chuckle to himself.
"Hey, Harry, I got a question for you."
"Yeah? What?"
"Yesterday you were really mad at me. But today, we're talking like we're the best of
friends. Why?"
"Well after what you told me last night, I realize that you're actually a nice guy."
"I'm flattered." We went to sleep.
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The next day, Harry woke me up with very excitedlook on his face.
"Draco, Draco, wake up!"
"O.K., O.K., I'm up" I said, trying to force my eyes open. "What do you want?"
"I am so brilliant. Draco, tell me that I'm brilliant."
"What makes you so brilliant?"
"I've just thought of a way that you can tell Hermione that you like her without suffering embarrassment." A chill ran up and down my spine.
"Yeah? How?"
"Well, tomorrow's Saturday, right?"
"I don't know. I haven't been paying attention to the days of the week."
"Well, anyway, tomorrow's Saturday. So I was thinking that tomorrow you and Hermione could meet somewhere secret in the school."
"And where exactly would that place be?"
"Hmmmm....how about....I know! I heard of this secret tower in the school once."
"Where is it?"
"Go to the seventh floor. Once you get to the top of the steps, hang a left and continue
walking straight until you reach a statue of a girl with a an owl on her shoulder. Go up to the
statue and say, 'Dissendium.' The statue will move aside to reveal a hidden tower."
"That's a great idea, Harry! But how will we get Hermione to go there?"
"I know! You'll already be inside the tower. I'll bring her there, and she'll see you. Then
I'll leave. When you're alone you can tell her that you like her, and Hogwarts will be
introduced to it's newest couple!"
"Oh, O.K."
"So, when do you want this to happen?"
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Five hours later I was combing my hair to get ready for the big occasion. There were
butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't stay in one position for more than five minutes. I
started to pace the hospital wing, and with each step thanked God for making Madam Pomfrey a sound sleeper who liked to go to bed early. Finally, Harry asked me if I was ready. I said yes. He then reached under the mattress and got out something fluid and silvery-looking.
Oh my God, I thought. Harry has an invisibility cloak! I made a mental note to ask Father to
get me one, too. Harry put the cloak over both of us and we went
out of the hospital wing.
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When we got to the statue Harry said, "Dissendium." The statue moved aside to reveal a
dark tower filled with white cozy - looking armchairs and sofas. I was reminded of the
Slytherin common room. The tower even had a fireplace with a beautifully carved mantelpiece.
"So," said Harry. "How do you like the common room of the lost fifth house of Hogwarts?"
I looked around in awe. I had heard myths about the lost house, but I had never believed them true. Harry lit a fire and suddenly the room became a lot brighter. I could even make out
two staircases which I guessed led to the boys and girls dorms of the lost fifth house. I
wondered how they felt when.... but that wasn't important right now.
"So, should I get Hermione now?" Harry asked.
"O.K.," I said. "But what excuse are you going to give her so she can come up here?"
"Don't worry. I already have one."
Harry left the tower.
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Half an hour later, he came back with Hermione following him. She looked around, saw me and gave Harry a look that said, "This isn't what I was expecting," and sat down in a chair.
"Well," said Harry. "I guess I'll leave you two alone now," and walked out of the room.
"Uh, Hermione," I said. I walked over and sat in a chair next to her.
She turned her head and focused her beautiful brown eyes on me.
"Hermione, I-I-I..."
"What, Draco?" She asked coldly.
Oh, God, I thought. I can't tell her. I can't!
"What is it, Draco?"
"Hermione," I took a deep breath. "I-I-I-I-I...I've been in love with you ever since the Quidditch match and......I.....um.....uh...."
Stop blabbering! I told myself.
Hermione looked like she knew something I
didn't.
"Oh, Draco. I'm sorry, but I just can't. Ron's already my boyfriend and we've had a steady
relationship going on for a while, and Harry knew that I would never leave Ron. I'm sure that he set this up so we could meet in privacy and make this easier for both of us. Isn't that what
friends are for?"
"Yeah, I guess so." But really I felt like my heart had been torn into a million pieces.
Author's note: There is no evidence in the books if a lost fifth house of Hogwarts, so don't go
trying to find it, because it isn't there!