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A/N: Welcome to the first chappie! I wrote this whole story in 2 days, so I'll try and update daily. Please REVIEW!
Chapter 1- The sun drifted in lithlessly through the window, as if it wasn't worth the trouble. It barely shone through the heavy snow. As Draco opened his eyes he saw a figuire standing above him, smiling an obnoxious grin. He groaned. "It's Saturday, Pansy," Draco said. "Don't I get a day off?" She didn't seem to understand, he didn't bother explaining it. "Go away." he said simply, grabbing the covers and pulling them off. Then remembering he was only wearing my boxer shorts, the baggy ones that slip... Draco pulled the covers around himself and started to move toward his dresser. Draco suddenly wished he didn't have my own room, his dresser was on the other side of the room. "But Draco, sweetie," she crooned. "It's Christmas moning. I thought we could open our presents together-" Don't call me sweetie," he said, hopping over to the dresser. "and I'd rather not open my presents now." He saw a large stack of presents at the bottom of his bed. He wished that he had his apparating license, but being only 16.... "Alright...." Pansy said finally. "I'll come get you for breakfest in a little while!" and with that, she walked out of the room. Draco let the covers drop and pulled a pair of jeans and a pair of jeans out of the dresser and put them on. He walked out of the room. Pansy was nowhere in sight. Blaise Zambini was sitting in the dark, circular common room, sitting by the fire reading. "Morning." Draco said, pulling my cloak over me. She smiled. "Merry Christmas would be more like it. Snape was down here earlier. He said Dumbledore needed to see you." "Thanks," he said and walked up the stairs that led to the main dungeons. The Slytherin dungeons are a great big inconvienence. You have to walk down three flights of stairs just to get there. A horrible waste of time. By the time Draco made it to the Great Hall, the house elves were done setting up for Christmas breakfest. Not a lot of people had stayed for Christmas break. Draco didn't know why. Why anyone would want to go home for the holidays was beyond him... Draco walked out of the main foyer into the hallway you take to the library. I bet Granger's in there right now studying, he thought. Draco tried to look through the glass doors to see if he was correct. Of course he was. And that stupid Weasley girl was with her. Draco heard the hooting long before he saw Horace. He came flying down the corridor, landing elegantly on his shoulder, a letter in his beak. "Hey, boy," Draco said, stroking his feathers gently. "Couldn't wait for mail time to get this to me?" He took the letter from him. Horace was his favorite owl. At home, they had at least 50 owls, but Horace has always been Draco's favorite. Horace took off flying and Draco looked at the letter. It had the Dark Mark on it, glowing as if it could burn Draco's hand if he held it any longer. He ran my hand over the mark. It was strangely cold. He felt a shiver make it's way through my spine. I must be important, or he wouldn't have put this on it, Draco thought to himself. He put the letter inside his cloak. He started to walk away. But he didn't see the letter gently float of his pocket, cascading to the floor, without a sound....
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Ginny and Hermione walked out of the library laughing and giggling. "Ron finally asked you out?" Ginny asked. Hermione nodded and smiled. "Took him long enough," Hermione said. Ginny agreed. "We need some excitement around here. It's deathly boring." Suddenly Hermione stopped. "What?" Ginny asked. "I forgot my book!" Hermione said. Ginny relaxed. "Oh. I'll wait for you..." "No, go ahead without me." Hermione said, walking back toward the library doors. Ginny shrugged and walked on. She looked down at the ground, bored, bored, bored... But she stopped when she saw an envelope. She froze. Her heart stopped and a cold sweat came over her as she saw the mark staring up at her from the ground. That mark...the last time she saw that mark, it had been a panic frenzy. She picked up the letter and stuffed it in her pocket, not knowing why. "Oh, Ginny, you did wait for me!" Hermione said cheerfully from behind her. GInny spun around, startled. "Are you okay?" Hermione asked, concerned. "You look flushed." "I'm...okay." Ginny said. The two of them took off, walking down the corridor.
A/N: Welcome to the first chappie! I wrote this whole story in 2 days, so I'll try and update daily. Please REVIEW!
Chapter 1- The sun drifted in lithlessly through the window, as if it wasn't worth the trouble. It barely shone through the heavy snow. As Draco opened his eyes he saw a figuire standing above him, smiling an obnoxious grin. He groaned. "It's Saturday, Pansy," Draco said. "Don't I get a day off?" She didn't seem to understand, he didn't bother explaining it. "Go away." he said simply, grabbing the covers and pulling them off. Then remembering he was only wearing my boxer shorts, the baggy ones that slip... Draco pulled the covers around himself and started to move toward his dresser. Draco suddenly wished he didn't have my own room, his dresser was on the other side of the room. "But Draco, sweetie," she crooned. "It's Christmas moning. I thought we could open our presents together-" Don't call me sweetie," he said, hopping over to the dresser. "and I'd rather not open my presents now." He saw a large stack of presents at the bottom of his bed. He wished that he had his apparating license, but being only 16.... "Alright...." Pansy said finally. "I'll come get you for breakfest in a little while!" and with that, she walked out of the room. Draco let the covers drop and pulled a pair of jeans and a pair of jeans out of the dresser and put them on. He walked out of the room. Pansy was nowhere in sight. Blaise Zambini was sitting in the dark, circular common room, sitting by the fire reading. "Morning." Draco said, pulling my cloak over me. She smiled. "Merry Christmas would be more like it. Snape was down here earlier. He said Dumbledore needed to see you." "Thanks," he said and walked up the stairs that led to the main dungeons. The Slytherin dungeons are a great big inconvienence. You have to walk down three flights of stairs just to get there. A horrible waste of time. By the time Draco made it to the Great Hall, the house elves were done setting up for Christmas breakfest. Not a lot of people had stayed for Christmas break. Draco didn't know why. Why anyone would want to go home for the holidays was beyond him... Draco walked out of the main foyer into the hallway you take to the library. I bet Granger's in there right now studying, he thought. Draco tried to look through the glass doors to see if he was correct. Of course he was. And that stupid Weasley girl was with her. Draco heard the hooting long before he saw Horace. He came flying down the corridor, landing elegantly on his shoulder, a letter in his beak. "Hey, boy," Draco said, stroking his feathers gently. "Couldn't wait for mail time to get this to me?" He took the letter from him. Horace was his favorite owl. At home, they had at least 50 owls, but Horace has always been Draco's favorite. Horace took off flying and Draco looked at the letter. It had the Dark Mark on it, glowing as if it could burn Draco's hand if he held it any longer. He ran my hand over the mark. It was strangely cold. He felt a shiver make it's way through my spine. I must be important, or he wouldn't have put this on it, Draco thought to himself. He put the letter inside his cloak. He started to walk away. But he didn't see the letter gently float of his pocket, cascading to the floor, without a sound....
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Ginny and Hermione walked out of the library laughing and giggling. "Ron finally asked you out?" Ginny asked. Hermione nodded and smiled. "Took him long enough," Hermione said. Ginny agreed. "We need some excitement around here. It's deathly boring." Suddenly Hermione stopped. "What?" Ginny asked. "I forgot my book!" Hermione said. Ginny relaxed. "Oh. I'll wait for you..." "No, go ahead without me." Hermione said, walking back toward the library doors. Ginny shrugged and walked on. She looked down at the ground, bored, bored, bored... But she stopped when she saw an envelope. She froze. Her heart stopped and a cold sweat came over her as she saw the mark staring up at her from the ground. That mark...the last time she saw that mark, it had been a panic frenzy. She picked up the letter and stuffed it in her pocket, not knowing why. "Oh, Ginny, you did wait for me!" Hermione said cheerfully from behind her. GInny spun around, startled. "Are you okay?" Hermione asked, concerned. "You look flushed." "I'm...okay." Ginny said. The two of them took off, walking down the corridor.