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Chapter 2
Sometimes it feels like
The world's on my shoulder
Everyone's leaning on me
Sometimes it feels like
The world's almost over
But then she comes
Back to me
~Eminem "Hallie's Song"
"Come on Slytherin! Follow me!" yelled out Draco as he led the house down to the Great Hall.
The wizards and witches all followed behind him chatting with each other about the new enforced rule of prefects leading the way now. Malfoy ignored them, rolling his eyes as they entered the Great Hall. When the last student of his house was in Draco turned to leave the hall.
"Hey! Draco, where are you going?" called out Pansy Parkinson followed in the rear by Crabbe and Goyle.
The blond turned around irritated. He had to meet Dumbledore in five minutes about something and he didn't need those three to distract him.
"Yes?" Malfoy asked curtly.
"Where are you headed off to? Why don't you have breakfast with us?" Pansy asked motioning to the Slytherin breakfast table.
Draco looked at his watch and shook his head. "I can't, Pansy. I have to meet one of the teachers in five minutes."
Pansy arched an eyebrow. "What for?"
"To make up a test," he shrugged in reply. "Well see you guys later."
The Slytherin prefect then walked briskly out the hall and down the corridor towards Dumbledore's office. When he approached the doors he gave the password.
"Every Flavor Beans."
The doors parted and Malfoy walked through. Inside the portraits snored lazily and a few gave him drowsy looks accompanied by serious yawns.
" Uh, Professor? It's Draco," Malfoy spoke softly into the dimly lit room.
Suddenly a set of doors opened and Professor Dumbledore walked through and motioned for Draco to sit down at the chairs besides his desk.
" Ah Mr. Malfoy. It's good to see you. As you know we have some things to talk about," explained Dumbledore taking a seat.
The grey eyed boy merely nodded in response.
" First off, you will begin you're training tomorrow. You will be taught a few defensive spells and tactics to protect yourself. You will begin your training tomorrow night and please do not tell anyone," the headmaster explained.
"Of coarse," Draco said nodding. "But, Professor, who will train me?"
Dumbledore rubbed his chin thoughtfully and adjusted his half moon spectacles.
"There is no point in keeping it from you any longer, Mr.Malfoy. Professor Snape is a spy for our side and a rather good one at that. He will instruct you in the ways of spying."
The sixteen-year-old's mouth fell agape upon hearing this.
"Professor Snape?" he asked Dumbledore in amazement.
Dumbledore only nodded. "Yes, and tomorrow night you are to meet him his classroom for your training."
"Okay, sure." Draco responded.
The headmaster rose from his chair walked towards the doorway leading out of his office. Draco did the same and stood face to face with him.
"Well then, Draco, tomorrow then in Professor Snape's room," Dumbledore spoke.
"Right. I'll be there," Malfoy replied.
With that Dumbledore gave Malfoy a farewell and the boy wizard headed down the hall towards his first class of the day. As he was walking he heard the muffled sobbing noises further down the halls. Draco remained motionless for a moment as he tried to place them.
It can't be Moaning Mrytle, he thought to himself.
Malfoy quickened his steps and stopped in shock to see Hermione on the ground sobbing violently. She stopped abruptly and gasped upon him looking down on her.
"Granger?" asked Draco. He stooped down and looked at her in confusion.
Hermione sniffed and wiped her face with the back of her hand
"Uh, ... it. ..must be my allergies," Hermione stuttered out and attempted to grab her books. " Oh dear, I'm going... to be late."
The Gryffindor grabbed her books, got to her feet, and attempted to walk away but a hand forced her to stay in the spot.
"No wait, Granger. Something's not right. You're usually not all upset. What happened?" Draco spoke in hushed tones.
The brown hair girl stared in amazement at him then shook her head.
"What do you care? You're Malfoy and I'm that mudblood girl you can't stand."
Draco said nothing but only stood there looking directly into her brown eyes.
The witch said nothing and turned to start her walk again.
"Let's just say I changed," called out Malfoy.
Hermione paused in mid stride and turned her head around.
"What?"
Draco shrugged and shifted uneasily. He then looked up at her and gave a small smile.
"I changed. I grew up since then. People change."
The Gryffindor took a breath and walked uncertainly towards the Slytherin. She then sat down on the cobbled stone floor and patted a spot for Draco to sit. He did so.
"So, you actually want to know my problem?" Hermione asked him.
Draco nodded and the girl sighed.
"If you must know, Malfoy. I was crying because of Harry."
Hermione looked over at Draco only to not see him smirking at this or laughing but, looking intense.
"Why? What happened?" he asked
Hermione nervously bit her lip.
"It's just that he's been attacked. Harry is my best friend and all. I like Ron too but without Harry he'll go nuts seeking revenge. It'd be so much simpler if Harry hadn't been hurt. And do you want to know the worse part? Now that Harry's been attacked what will the Dark Lord do next?" she sputtered out and then broke out into more violent sobs.
Draco fidgeted nervously then placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Come on, Hermione! It'll be okay! Potter will be back in no time! You'll see. Nothing will happen," Malfoy soothed.
Hermione only continued to cry and Draco (Having not else encouraging come to his mind.) did the only thing he could think of, he hugged her.
"It'll be okay. You'll see. Shhhh," he whispered.
Hermione only continued to sob softly in his shoulder and Draco just sat there and let her. Maybe the roll of playing Harry started to affect him but he didn't mind. He had a more difficult task ahead of him.
I know it's a short chapter but who cares! Just read and respond!
Chapter 2
Sometimes it feels like
The world's on my shoulder
Everyone's leaning on me
Sometimes it feels like
The world's almost over
But then she comes
Back to me
~Eminem "Hallie's Song"
"Come on Slytherin! Follow me!" yelled out Draco as he led the house down to the Great Hall.
The wizards and witches all followed behind him chatting with each other about the new enforced rule of prefects leading the way now. Malfoy ignored them, rolling his eyes as they entered the Great Hall. When the last student of his house was in Draco turned to leave the hall.
"Hey! Draco, where are you going?" called out Pansy Parkinson followed in the rear by Crabbe and Goyle.
The blond turned around irritated. He had to meet Dumbledore in five minutes about something and he didn't need those three to distract him.
"Yes?" Malfoy asked curtly.
"Where are you headed off to? Why don't you have breakfast with us?" Pansy asked motioning to the Slytherin breakfast table.
Draco looked at his watch and shook his head. "I can't, Pansy. I have to meet one of the teachers in five minutes."
Pansy arched an eyebrow. "What for?"
"To make up a test," he shrugged in reply. "Well see you guys later."
The Slytherin prefect then walked briskly out the hall and down the corridor towards Dumbledore's office. When he approached the doors he gave the password.
"Every Flavor Beans."
The doors parted and Malfoy walked through. Inside the portraits snored lazily and a few gave him drowsy looks accompanied by serious yawns.
" Uh, Professor? It's Draco," Malfoy spoke softly into the dimly lit room.
Suddenly a set of doors opened and Professor Dumbledore walked through and motioned for Draco to sit down at the chairs besides his desk.
" Ah Mr. Malfoy. It's good to see you. As you know we have some things to talk about," explained Dumbledore taking a seat.
The grey eyed boy merely nodded in response.
" First off, you will begin you're training tomorrow. You will be taught a few defensive spells and tactics to protect yourself. You will begin your training tomorrow night and please do not tell anyone," the headmaster explained.
"Of coarse," Draco said nodding. "But, Professor, who will train me?"
Dumbledore rubbed his chin thoughtfully and adjusted his half moon spectacles.
"There is no point in keeping it from you any longer, Mr.Malfoy. Professor Snape is a spy for our side and a rather good one at that. He will instruct you in the ways of spying."
The sixteen-year-old's mouth fell agape upon hearing this.
"Professor Snape?" he asked Dumbledore in amazement.
Dumbledore only nodded. "Yes, and tomorrow night you are to meet him his classroom for your training."
"Okay, sure." Draco responded.
The headmaster rose from his chair walked towards the doorway leading out of his office. Draco did the same and stood face to face with him.
"Well then, Draco, tomorrow then in Professor Snape's room," Dumbledore spoke.
"Right. I'll be there," Malfoy replied.
With that Dumbledore gave Malfoy a farewell and the boy wizard headed down the hall towards his first class of the day. As he was walking he heard the muffled sobbing noises further down the halls. Draco remained motionless for a moment as he tried to place them.
It can't be Moaning Mrytle, he thought to himself.
Malfoy quickened his steps and stopped in shock to see Hermione on the ground sobbing violently. She stopped abruptly and gasped upon him looking down on her.
"Granger?" asked Draco. He stooped down and looked at her in confusion.
Hermione sniffed and wiped her face with the back of her hand
"Uh, ... it. ..must be my allergies," Hermione stuttered out and attempted to grab her books. " Oh dear, I'm going... to be late."
The Gryffindor grabbed her books, got to her feet, and attempted to walk away but a hand forced her to stay in the spot.
"No wait, Granger. Something's not right. You're usually not all upset. What happened?" Draco spoke in hushed tones.
The brown hair girl stared in amazement at him then shook her head.
"What do you care? You're Malfoy and I'm that mudblood girl you can't stand."
Draco said nothing but only stood there looking directly into her brown eyes.
The witch said nothing and turned to start her walk again.
"Let's just say I changed," called out Malfoy.
Hermione paused in mid stride and turned her head around.
"What?"
Draco shrugged and shifted uneasily. He then looked up at her and gave a small smile.
"I changed. I grew up since then. People change."
The Gryffindor took a breath and walked uncertainly towards the Slytherin. She then sat down on the cobbled stone floor and patted a spot for Draco to sit. He did so.
"So, you actually want to know my problem?" Hermione asked him.
Draco nodded and the girl sighed.
"If you must know, Malfoy. I was crying because of Harry."
Hermione looked over at Draco only to not see him smirking at this or laughing but, looking intense.
"Why? What happened?" he asked
Hermione nervously bit her lip.
"It's just that he's been attacked. Harry is my best friend and all. I like Ron too but without Harry he'll go nuts seeking revenge. It'd be so much simpler if Harry hadn't been hurt. And do you want to know the worse part? Now that Harry's been attacked what will the Dark Lord do next?" she sputtered out and then broke out into more violent sobs.
Draco fidgeted nervously then placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Come on, Hermione! It'll be okay! Potter will be back in no time! You'll see. Nothing will happen," Malfoy soothed.
Hermione only continued to cry and Draco (Having not else encouraging come to his mind.) did the only thing he could think of, he hugged her.
"It'll be okay. You'll see. Shhhh," he whispered.
Hermione only continued to sob softly in his shoulder and Draco just sat there and let her. Maybe the roll of playing Harry started to affect him but he didn't mind. He had a more difficult task ahead of him.
I know it's a short chapter but who cares! Just read and respond!