Disclaimer- You still think I own Harry Potter? And I thought I was dense!
A/N- Thankies to the reviewers:
~goodcharlotte'sgurl- YOU EVIL MONKEY! I really shouldn't have told you that you spelled that wrong, I should have just let you think it was fine until you read my comeback. I did get you pretty good though, what I used to have written in here. You evil monkey... :) Well, keep reviewing, alright? Hehehe...actually, being that you're at my house right now...LOL...that might not happen.
~georgieboy- glad you're enjoying it. Yes, I have to say, chapter 3 was one of the better ones...I personally like 4 and 5 the best. And if I told you what the song meant, there would be no story...but I'll just say it has to do with what I'm doing with the other songs. If I mentioned that to you...I don't know if I did, but I might have since I did to a few others.
~n/a-Well, thank you for reviewing. You are a tad bit contradictory, aren't you? The last time I checked the review boards my fic WAS interesting...I know, Harry and Hermione do NOT belong together, but I swear I will change it! And Ron and Ginny can't hook up, you sick-minded monkey. That's just wrong.
I hope that there are people out there who are reading my story and just deciding to hide what they think...but if there are...review!!!!!!! I work to get up the chapters on the site, and then there arent any reviews...come on, I'm also open to some well-rounded critisism. Just review, otay? Please?
I could have a problem with keeping up with the story, evil teachers are still trying to torture me. Not to mention I just got accepted onto our schools Academic Pentathlon team...I'll be working like an insane little monkey until that's done. But I still want to please the minimal amount of people reading I have, so I'll work as hard as I can to continue to place up more chapters. So, you ready for Chapter 7?
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Chapter 7-
Draco boarded the Hogwarts Express that morning without as much as a goodbye to his father. 'Another year starting; soon it will be over and Father will go back to his usual ways,' he thought to himself mournfully. Lucius had taken this summer to be extremely harsh in training Draco to be a death eater, doing things that Draco would never want to have to explain to anybody.
Sitting down in an empty compartment to wait for Crabbe and Goyle, Draco remembered back to the days when he had actually been proud at the idea of becoming a death eater and overthrowing Voldemort. He shuddered, wondering how he could have been so stupid and still manage to be just under Granger in all of his classes. Joining Voldemort, a good idea? He was getting sick of everybody's fear that he would return and take over the world. He didn't doubt it could happen, but he certaintly wasn't going to fight for the side of evil. Or as Voldemort would say, power.
He pulled out his muggle radio and listened as the train rolled along. He still didn't quite understand it, but there was something about the music that was calming. He had begun to actually like the song "Disease," and he also enjoyed "One Last Breath," by Creed. He listened for awhile, then began to wonder where Crabbe and Goyle had gotten to.
The compartment door slid open, and Draco hurridly put away the radio. He then put on a look of sheer annoyance on his face to tell off his friends for not finding him sooner. But it wasn't Crabbe or Goyle standing on the other side. It was Potter and his gang. Hermione was in the front of the group, shocked to see Draco.
Draco saw the look of embarrasment on Hermione's face and almost laughed aloud. Instead, he just said, "Still in awe?" Hermione then looked him in the eye, shocking him beyond all belief.
"A tad full of ourselves, are we? Shame, and I thought Malfoy's were highly respected. Not if you keep up that attitude you won't be." Draco stared at her, and this time he was the one in shock. The four walked away, three of them laughing as Hermione smuggly headed off.
He sunk back into his seat with a sigh of defeat. 'Granger has always been so smart,' he thought. Hermione was another thing that Draco questioned his father on. Even though he still didn't like the idea of having Mudbloods in the school, she did happen to be an extremely smart one. He thought that intelligence should always account for something. Even Snape couldn't find a way to put her under Draco in the potions class, she was just that good. Yet of course, Lucius didn't care at all.
"A mudblood is and always will be always a filthy mudblood, and nothing can make up for the disgrace they show to the wizarding world," Draco remembered him saying, at a point where Draco had lost his temper and yelled about Hermione. His father had assumed that Draco was falling for her, but in Draco's head, that wasn't ever to be an option. She was still a filthy mudblood, he just wanted her to get the credit she deserved. It was all he could ask for anyone. Well, except for maybe Harry.
The radio could still be heard softly in his pocket, and Draco pulled it back out. He listened for an hour, gazing at the window with a cold-hearted stare. The scenery wasn't really all that interesting, he was just lost in a whirl of his own thoughts. Lucius always had a way to do that to him. Just when Draco thought he had gotten rid of him, there he was, plaguing his thoughts. If Lucius didn't act so hostile...maybe Draco could actually like his father.
Draco looked at his wizard watch, noting that the train was to be arriving soon at Hogwarts. Where were Crabbe and Goyle? He knew that they were stupid, but he wasn't sure whether or not to believe that they could truly be dense enough to have looked him over every time they searched for him. Assuming they had searched.
The train stopped, and Draco mentally thanked himself for having put his robes on as soon as he had boarded the train. He could see first years scrambling to change, and even a few of the older kids were running around trying to get ready to get off. Crabbe and Goyle were still nowhere in sight, and Draco was beginning to get confused. They couldn't be skipping the first day back, could they?
The first years were pulled away from the train as had happened every other year, and everyone else got carriages, but it felt as though something strange was going on. Draco looked around, and upon seeing that all looked normal, he climbed into the carriage. Nothing appeared to be out of place, but the atmosphere...it was different. Unusual. And Crabbe and Goyle hadn't shown up. This year already sounded like the worst one he was ever to have.
With a heavy sigh, Draco got into the carriages and allowed himself to be pulled away to the castle.
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Sorry, I know it was short, but come on...there wasn't much to say. All I needed to do here was drop a few subtle comments that mean something...but I can't tell you what they mean. :)
A/N- Thankies to the reviewers:
~goodcharlotte'sgurl- YOU EVIL MONKEY! I really shouldn't have told you that you spelled that wrong, I should have just let you think it was fine until you read my comeback. I did get you pretty good though, what I used to have written in here. You evil monkey... :) Well, keep reviewing, alright? Hehehe...actually, being that you're at my house right now...LOL...that might not happen.
~georgieboy- glad you're enjoying it. Yes, I have to say, chapter 3 was one of the better ones...I personally like 4 and 5 the best. And if I told you what the song meant, there would be no story...but I'll just say it has to do with what I'm doing with the other songs. If I mentioned that to you...I don't know if I did, but I might have since I did to a few others.
~n/a-Well, thank you for reviewing. You are a tad bit contradictory, aren't you? The last time I checked the review boards my fic WAS interesting...I know, Harry and Hermione do NOT belong together, but I swear I will change it! And Ron and Ginny can't hook up, you sick-minded monkey. That's just wrong.
I hope that there are people out there who are reading my story and just deciding to hide what they think...but if there are...review!!!!!!! I work to get up the chapters on the site, and then there arent any reviews...come on, I'm also open to some well-rounded critisism. Just review, otay? Please?
I could have a problem with keeping up with the story, evil teachers are still trying to torture me. Not to mention I just got accepted onto our schools Academic Pentathlon team...I'll be working like an insane little monkey until that's done. But I still want to please the minimal amount of people reading I have, so I'll work as hard as I can to continue to place up more chapters. So, you ready for Chapter 7?
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Chapter 7-
Draco boarded the Hogwarts Express that morning without as much as a goodbye to his father. 'Another year starting; soon it will be over and Father will go back to his usual ways,' he thought to himself mournfully. Lucius had taken this summer to be extremely harsh in training Draco to be a death eater, doing things that Draco would never want to have to explain to anybody.
Sitting down in an empty compartment to wait for Crabbe and Goyle, Draco remembered back to the days when he had actually been proud at the idea of becoming a death eater and overthrowing Voldemort. He shuddered, wondering how he could have been so stupid and still manage to be just under Granger in all of his classes. Joining Voldemort, a good idea? He was getting sick of everybody's fear that he would return and take over the world. He didn't doubt it could happen, but he certaintly wasn't going to fight for the side of evil. Or as Voldemort would say, power.
He pulled out his muggle radio and listened as the train rolled along. He still didn't quite understand it, but there was something about the music that was calming. He had begun to actually like the song "Disease," and he also enjoyed "One Last Breath," by Creed. He listened for awhile, then began to wonder where Crabbe and Goyle had gotten to.
The compartment door slid open, and Draco hurridly put away the radio. He then put on a look of sheer annoyance on his face to tell off his friends for not finding him sooner. But it wasn't Crabbe or Goyle standing on the other side. It was Potter and his gang. Hermione was in the front of the group, shocked to see Draco.
Draco saw the look of embarrasment on Hermione's face and almost laughed aloud. Instead, he just said, "Still in awe?" Hermione then looked him in the eye, shocking him beyond all belief.
"A tad full of ourselves, are we? Shame, and I thought Malfoy's were highly respected. Not if you keep up that attitude you won't be." Draco stared at her, and this time he was the one in shock. The four walked away, three of them laughing as Hermione smuggly headed off.
He sunk back into his seat with a sigh of defeat. 'Granger has always been so smart,' he thought. Hermione was another thing that Draco questioned his father on. Even though he still didn't like the idea of having Mudbloods in the school, she did happen to be an extremely smart one. He thought that intelligence should always account for something. Even Snape couldn't find a way to put her under Draco in the potions class, she was just that good. Yet of course, Lucius didn't care at all.
"A mudblood is and always will be always a filthy mudblood, and nothing can make up for the disgrace they show to the wizarding world," Draco remembered him saying, at a point where Draco had lost his temper and yelled about Hermione. His father had assumed that Draco was falling for her, but in Draco's head, that wasn't ever to be an option. She was still a filthy mudblood, he just wanted her to get the credit she deserved. It was all he could ask for anyone. Well, except for maybe Harry.
The radio could still be heard softly in his pocket, and Draco pulled it back out. He listened for an hour, gazing at the window with a cold-hearted stare. The scenery wasn't really all that interesting, he was just lost in a whirl of his own thoughts. Lucius always had a way to do that to him. Just when Draco thought he had gotten rid of him, there he was, plaguing his thoughts. If Lucius didn't act so hostile...maybe Draco could actually like his father.
Draco looked at his wizard watch, noting that the train was to be arriving soon at Hogwarts. Where were Crabbe and Goyle? He knew that they were stupid, but he wasn't sure whether or not to believe that they could truly be dense enough to have looked him over every time they searched for him. Assuming they had searched.
The train stopped, and Draco mentally thanked himself for having put his robes on as soon as he had boarded the train. He could see first years scrambling to change, and even a few of the older kids were running around trying to get ready to get off. Crabbe and Goyle were still nowhere in sight, and Draco was beginning to get confused. They couldn't be skipping the first day back, could they?
The first years were pulled away from the train as had happened every other year, and everyone else got carriages, but it felt as though something strange was going on. Draco looked around, and upon seeing that all looked normal, he climbed into the carriage. Nothing appeared to be out of place, but the atmosphere...it was different. Unusual. And Crabbe and Goyle hadn't shown up. This year already sounded like the worst one he was ever to have.
With a heavy sigh, Draco got into the carriages and allowed himself to be pulled away to the castle.
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Sorry, I know it was short, but come on...there wasn't much to say. All I needed to do here was drop a few subtle comments that mean something...but I can't tell you what they mean. :)