Destiny of the Chosen Four
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I wish I did Chapter Four: Expect the Unexpected.
"I-I.There's no more seats in the other compartments, guess I'll have to lower my dignity to sit with all of you," Draco said, casting a furtive glance on the three of them. "Well, you can always sit on the floor, there's plenty of room you know," Ron replied coldly. Draco stared at him, as though trying to think up of a good insult, but instead thought better of it and sat down near the window. He stared out of the window, deep in thought and elbow propped on the arm of the seat.
Nobody ever saw the bitter look that was present in his eyes.
That was when Harry spotted it. A single long, red slash snaked up Draco's arm, as if a severe whipping caused it.
"Malfoy, what happened to your arm? Why's there a long slash on your arm?" Harry asked tentatively, more out of curiosity then concern. Draco turned sharply and abruptly covered his arm with his cloak. "None of your business, Potter. You going for sainthood or something?" he replied bitterly. Harry took no notice of that crudeness, instead he pressed on. "Look, I'm just curious ok. No need to get all feisty." Harry said. Draco look at Harry, then at his two best friends, then back at Harry again.
"Draco, where are your friends Crabbe and Goyle?" Hermione suddenly asked. Draco was startled, but quickly regained his poise. " T-they aren't coming to Hogwarts, not anymore." He replied bitterly. He could never tell what had happen. It was too risky. Harry leaned over and whispered something to Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione looked bewildered. Draco looked at them suspiciously.
What he really didn't need now was another scheme to make his 17-year-old existence even more miserable than it was already was. But what happened next was something that he could never had anticipated.
The Terrific Trio, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger stood up, walked over in a hesitating manner, and gave Draco what anyone who was watching what would be called a big group hug. Draco was so shocked (that's too mild a word), his jaw dropped and he couldn't speak for a full minute. "What did you do that for!" he yelled, willing himself to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
Hermione was first to speak. "Mal- Draco, we know something is bothering you. Your mean and cruel behavior is to mask your problems. We know you must be full of bruises, because someone is torturing you. Draco, just tell us. Harry told us about yesterday.." Draco looked at Harry. " And.we're willing to bury the hatchet and well, become friends with you. We can help you." Ron whispered discreetly into Harry's ear, "are we really going to be friends with Mal-ooph!" and was silenced by a hard nudge from Hermione.
Draco couldn't stand it any longer. Biting his lower lip, he stood up and faced them. "After all I did, you guys are actually willing to forgive me, even Mudbl-I mean, Granger?" he asked softly, his heart beginning to lift with hope. "Yes, only if you want to." Hermione replied with a warm smile. Bossy as she was, she's actually a really nice girl. Draco felt tears slowly travel down his face, but he couldn't care anymore. "Thank you, thank you.." that was all he could say. Nothing more was needed to be said.
"Alright then! Ma-I mean Draco, come sit with us instead. No use isolating yourself like that, mum says its never good for the body," Ron said, before turning as red as his hair. "Boy, you really sound like your mother," Harry said, trying to stifle the giggles that were to burst. "Shut up, Harry!" came the embarrassed reply.
Draco started to lighten up and joined in the giggle-fest. Moving over, he sat between Harry and Ron. "Chocolate frog?" offered Hermione. "Thanks," said Draco, feeling a little awkward. "So what were you guys talking about before I came in?" he asked. "Er, just discussing whether the Chudley Cannons or the Balleycastle Bats were better." Harry answered quickly, casting a glance at Ron and Hermione. They could always ask what happened to Draco later. "Well personally, my favorite team is Montrose Magpies. First in the league, and even ..." and so began a fierce discussion on Quidditch teams.
Hermione sighed. Boys will be boys. She took out one of her new schoolbooks and started to read.
JuNa's NoTe: So what do you think? This chapter is dedicated to Leanne and Janice, thanks for giving me that over-whelming comment. I really appreciated it. I need some suggestions on who I should pair who with? Anyway, happy reading and take care..
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I wish I did Chapter Four: Expect the Unexpected.
"I-I.There's no more seats in the other compartments, guess I'll have to lower my dignity to sit with all of you," Draco said, casting a furtive glance on the three of them. "Well, you can always sit on the floor, there's plenty of room you know," Ron replied coldly. Draco stared at him, as though trying to think up of a good insult, but instead thought better of it and sat down near the window. He stared out of the window, deep in thought and elbow propped on the arm of the seat.
Nobody ever saw the bitter look that was present in his eyes.
That was when Harry spotted it. A single long, red slash snaked up Draco's arm, as if a severe whipping caused it.
"Malfoy, what happened to your arm? Why's there a long slash on your arm?" Harry asked tentatively, more out of curiosity then concern. Draco turned sharply and abruptly covered his arm with his cloak. "None of your business, Potter. You going for sainthood or something?" he replied bitterly. Harry took no notice of that crudeness, instead he pressed on. "Look, I'm just curious ok. No need to get all feisty." Harry said. Draco look at Harry, then at his two best friends, then back at Harry again.
"Draco, where are your friends Crabbe and Goyle?" Hermione suddenly asked. Draco was startled, but quickly regained his poise. " T-they aren't coming to Hogwarts, not anymore." He replied bitterly. He could never tell what had happen. It was too risky. Harry leaned over and whispered something to Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione looked bewildered. Draco looked at them suspiciously.
What he really didn't need now was another scheme to make his 17-year-old existence even more miserable than it was already was. But what happened next was something that he could never had anticipated.
The Terrific Trio, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger stood up, walked over in a hesitating manner, and gave Draco what anyone who was watching what would be called a big group hug. Draco was so shocked (that's too mild a word), his jaw dropped and he couldn't speak for a full minute. "What did you do that for!" he yelled, willing himself to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
Hermione was first to speak. "Mal- Draco, we know something is bothering you. Your mean and cruel behavior is to mask your problems. We know you must be full of bruises, because someone is torturing you. Draco, just tell us. Harry told us about yesterday.." Draco looked at Harry. " And.we're willing to bury the hatchet and well, become friends with you. We can help you." Ron whispered discreetly into Harry's ear, "are we really going to be friends with Mal-ooph!" and was silenced by a hard nudge from Hermione.
Draco couldn't stand it any longer. Biting his lower lip, he stood up and faced them. "After all I did, you guys are actually willing to forgive me, even Mudbl-I mean, Granger?" he asked softly, his heart beginning to lift with hope. "Yes, only if you want to." Hermione replied with a warm smile. Bossy as she was, she's actually a really nice girl. Draco felt tears slowly travel down his face, but he couldn't care anymore. "Thank you, thank you.." that was all he could say. Nothing more was needed to be said.
"Alright then! Ma-I mean Draco, come sit with us instead. No use isolating yourself like that, mum says its never good for the body," Ron said, before turning as red as his hair. "Boy, you really sound like your mother," Harry said, trying to stifle the giggles that were to burst. "Shut up, Harry!" came the embarrassed reply.
Draco started to lighten up and joined in the giggle-fest. Moving over, he sat between Harry and Ron. "Chocolate frog?" offered Hermione. "Thanks," said Draco, feeling a little awkward. "So what were you guys talking about before I came in?" he asked. "Er, just discussing whether the Chudley Cannons or the Balleycastle Bats were better." Harry answered quickly, casting a glance at Ron and Hermione. They could always ask what happened to Draco later. "Well personally, my favorite team is Montrose Magpies. First in the league, and even ..." and so began a fierce discussion on Quidditch teams.
Hermione sighed. Boys will be boys. She took out one of her new schoolbooks and started to read.
JuNa's NoTe: So what do you think? This chapter is dedicated to Leanne and Janice, thanks for giving me that over-whelming comment. I really appreciated it. I need some suggestions on who I should pair who with? Anyway, happy reading and take care..