Professor Trelawney''''s prophecy
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"Fire and Ice
Will cause Hell to freeze
The most powerful Witch of all
Must give herself willingly to the cold
Thus protection of the innocent shall
And will make new life rise"
Professor Trelawney spoke in a monotonic voice. It actually frightened Draco Malfoy. It was so different from her usual predictions. She hadn't foretold Potter's death once, which was highly unusual for her. Draco, who officially wasn't one of Albus Dumbledore's greatest fans, immediately thought that this was something the famous headmaster ought to know of. Really unusual events didn't go about unnoticed at Hogwarts, but this was a class filled only with Slytherins. He guessed that none of these people really were Dumbledore's loyal servants.
Draco had always felt that he and the headmaster shared a rather special bond. Albus Dumbledore had started to act and feel more and more like the father Lucius Malfoy never had been to him. It was a silent agreement between Dumbledore and Draco that neither one mentioned their weekly Sunday teas to anyone else. Draco couldn't really remember how they had started, but it was sometime during the first year he had spent at Hogwarts. Draco suffered through the rest of Divination, after Professor Trelawney had returned to the state called normal, anxiously waiting for the moment when he could tell it all to Dumbledore.
Draco was the only person, except for the headmaster, that really knew that the sorting hat had wanted to put him into Gryffindor. It had only been his thoughts of what his father would do to him if he wound up there that had "saved" him. So Draco was a Slytherin instead, looking longingly at the courageous Gryffindors, wishing he had simply let the hat do as it had wanted to do.
Draco hurried out of the Divination room, not really caring about the fact that Crabbe and Goyle had asked him if he wanted to play exploding snap with them later on. He could feel his legs wanting to run down the hallways to Dumbledore's office, but he knew he had to act like "normal". Maybe this prophecy of Professor Trelawney wasn't all that important, but Draco recalled being told by Dumbledore that she had been right three times before.
As Draco stood outside the headmaster's office he wondered what his father would do if he actually knew that Draco helped the headmaster with something. For some reason Lucius didn't like the headmaster. It could've been because Lucius was a death-eater, but Draco thought there were other reasons for his father's dislike of the headmaster. Draco said the password (gobstoppers) and went in through the painting. What he saw inside shocked him. Little, or maybe she wasn't so little anymore, Ginny Weasley sat and had a casual chat with Albus Dumbledore.
The shocking part wasn't really that Ginny was there, but that they kept chatting about him. He could tell that neither of them had noticed him arriving because they just kept chatting. "I really don't see the person you claim that Draco is when I look at him, Dumbledore. He just keeps being mean to me, and to the people I care about. How can you actually say that a Malfoy is a kind and caring person?" Draco shuddered. He really hadn't wanted to act nasty around the school, but being a Malfoy he had a reputation to uphold. Howlers weren't very nice things to receive, after all But Dumbledore defended him. "I am sure that young Draco isn't quite what he seems. Just as you Miss Weasley aren't all what everybody seems to think you are." Draco found this conversation immensely fascinating, but he had come to do his duty to Dumbledore, and that didn't really mean eavesdropping on the man's private conversations.
He knocked on the wall. "Ahem. Dumbledore?"
A/N: I wrote this at school during a boring class of Newer World History. Isn't it strange that I really love to read about those things, i.e. history, but the teachers and the textbooks manage to make it all boring. For this story: There will be several chapters, I am sorry that this one was short, but magically that class ended before I could continue. Besides it was an ok place to stop as well. I am not sure about whether or not I should have different point of views or should I just play with Draco? I have several ideas for this one If you are waiting for the next chapter of "I love the way you love me" sorry, but it is stuck on my portable computer, which has no power supply at the moment. I decided to write this to console myself.