A/N: Hey this is where things really start to heat up. I'm so sorry about the lack of paragraphs in the last chapter! I do know what they are and how to use them but every time I upload my story it changes the layout! If anyone can solve this for me please let me know! Please remember to read and respond!
Getting to Know You
By SparkleMoonBunny
The early morning Sun shone through the dungeon windows with vengeance. Its rays reflected the deep green of Draco's bedspread and the overhead lamps.
Malfoy squinted as brightness shone into his eyes. He sat up, yawning, while stretching his arms overhead him. Suddenly, a pillow smacked right into his face.
Draco grabbed it, threw it on the floor, and snapped his head in the direction it flew from.
Standing fully dressed and laughing stood York. He walked over and sat on the fifteen year old's bed still laughing.
"What was that for?" the younger Slytherin growled. He then grabbed the pillow and attempted to lob York on the head.
York Harrison snatched the pillow and tossed it on a nearby bed. He then turned again to face Draco.
"So are you going to Hogsmeade today?" he asked.
Malfoy shrugged and yawned once again.
"I don't know. What time is it?"
"It's 9:30. Come on, Malfoy! Get dressed and go!" insisted York. He then got up from the bed and walked to the door.
"I'll meet you downstairs in a few," he smirked then headed through the door.
The silver-eyed boy sighed and started to get dressed.
After he had dressed and eaten a light breakfast, Draco along with his goons were out the castle walking the trail to Hogsmeade. It was a pleasant fall day and the Sun glowed in the pale blue sky. Everything seemed extra cheerful and even Malfoy was in high spirits.
"Hey, you two want to get a round of Butter Beers when we get into town?" he asked Crabbe and Goyle.
The two numbskulls nodded their heads in agreement. After all, it wasn't everyday their leader was willing to treat them.
By noon Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy were sitting at a small round table in Three Broomsticks waiting for their butterbeers to be brought out. Malfoy of coarse was talking and his two lackeys were listening and nodding to every word he said.
"And Father of coarse hit the roof when he found out that such trash moved next door to us. He said we weren't allowed to even look at them,' Draco babbled on.
"Yup," said Crabbe and Goyle thickly.
The blonde smirked and directed his attention to the counter where he could see Madam Rosmerta picking up a tray of butterbeers. She hoisted the tray unto her shoulder and carefully moved to the table where the three boys where sitting.
"Three butterbeers?" she asked smiling warmly.
"Yes," answered Malfoy.
Madam Rosmerta set the butterbeers unto the table. "Enjoy, loves."
The boys each grabbed a bottle and slurped down the sweet amber liquid. Nothing warmed a person up better on a cool autumn day than a butterbeer.
Malfoy continued drinking as he observed his surroundings. Pansy and her friends were all sitting at table across the room chatting about the latest gossip, that stupid prat Neville was sitting with Dean and Seamus, and Potter was sitting with Weasley and Granger.
Potter. Draco's lips formed into a sneer as he watched the raven-haired boy laughing with his friends. Nothing would have made Draco happier then to go over there and insult the three of them. But, with the fight fresh in his mind he had no choice than to stay at bay.
"Lousy twit," Malfoy mumbled still glaring.
"Who is?" asked a voice that was behind Malfoy.
Draco turned around and sighed. It was York again. The boy was sitting in one of the spare chairs at the table and was also drinking a butterbeer.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Draco asked.
"Really! Is that anyway to treat those older than you?" York Harrison mocked.
Draco raised his eyebrow and just stared at Harrison. York imitated Malfoy then broke into a laugh.
"You need a sense of humor, Malfoy," he laughed heartily.
"Yes, but nothing like the one you have," Draco retorted smirking.
York shook his head and took a sip of his butterbeer. "So," he asked. "Why are shooting daggers at Potter?"
" If you must know, York, I'm wondering what's the best way to kill him and hide the body," Draco replied sarcastically.
"Ah! So you're still sore about the little fight then?" York inquired.
The silver-eyed boy didn't reply. He just peeled the label off his bottle.
York didn't remained quiet and took a swig of his butterbeer. He then swished the contents of the bottle in his hand.
"You know," the sixth year started. "A little run in with McGonagall never stopped you before." Harrison then nudged Malfoy and pointed his head in Harry's direction.
Draco looked once more at Harry and his face broke into an evil grin. York was right. When he, Draco Malfoy, wanted revenge nothing stopped him.
Malfoy turned to face York. "You know what, York? I think you're right."
Half an hour passed when Draco and company were standing outside Zonko's Joke shop. Draco, York, Crabbe, and Goyle were also huddled closely together going over their plan.
"Okay, York and myself are going to run into the joke shop, with our hoods up, and steal some stuff. The owners will run out chasing us. That's when you two," Malfoy said pointing to Crabbe and Goyle. "Will hold Potter and Weasley up. That's when me and York will plant the stolen goods on Weasley and Potter and act like they stole everything!"
"Got it?" York asked the two dimwits who nodded.
"Good," Draco said and glanced at his watch. "Okay Potter and his friends should be coming out of Honeydukes any moment."
The blond boy looked up and smiled as Harry, Ron, and Hermione all were coming out of the store.
Draco pulled up his hood and watched as Harrison did the same.
"Let's go," he said quietly
The boys entered the shop nonchalantly and began grabbing everything that was left out and small enough.
An old wizard who was dusting a shelf stopped and smiled as he watched the two grabbing everything they could.
He adjusted his glasses and laughed. "We haven't had customers that bought like this since those Weasley Twins. By any chance are you two friends of theirs?"
Malfoy and Harrison said nothing but continued grabbing everything.
The old wizard called out a little louder, "ARE you two Friends of the Weasley twins?"
When he received no response he shrugged and put down his duster. He then walked over to a cash register and waited for the cloaked figures to bring their purchases over to be paid for.
When their hands could carry no more, Draco and York dashed out the store.
"HEY WAIT! STOP!" the wizard yelled after the two. He then dashed from behind the counter.
"Com'on! There's Potter!" Draco sputtered out at York.
Indeed, Crabbe and Goyle were blocking Harry and Ron's path. The two goons were mocking the two young wizards as Hermione watched helplessly.
"Get out of our way!" Ron threatened and reached in his robe to pull out his wand.
Harry also did the same but stopped when he heard his name being called.
"Hey Harry!" Draco called out still running.
Harry looked up and watched as Malfoy was running toward. Draco smiled wickedly and tossed the objects he was clutching in Harry's face.
"CATCH!" he yelled and dashed by Harry and Ron (who had also got stuff thrown at him) pulling up their hoods.
Malfoy and his group then took off running into the woods.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and bent down to examine what Malfoy threw. Harry grabbed a toy wand and looked at it.
"There they are! Those are the two!" an angry wizard shouted and pointed at Ron and Harry. Hermione gulped nervously as she watched Harry and Ron be surrounded by wizard police and the angry shopkeeper.
"Did... did you see that?" Malfoy panted leaning on a tree trunk. He turned around smiling only to see that neither of his friends were there.
"Hey guys! Where are you?" he called out in the empty forest. Draco waited for a response but received none.
His smile grew into a frown and he peered through nearby bushes and shrubs.
"Yeah, real funny, York! Crabbe! Goyle! Come out this instance!"
Draco stood with his arms crossed for a minute waiting. His eyes darted around hoping that maybe a smothered giggle would give them away. At last, Malfoy heard rustling coming from behind a thick green bush. He smiled and went over to scold the group.
"Yeah, very funny!" Malfoy sneered walking to the bush and began parting it. "You stupid prats just gave away where AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Draco fell unto the cold dirt ground as a flock of birds flew out the bush. Then worry formed on the evil blond's face. He was alone.
"Great! I'm alone and have no idea how to get out of this God Forsaken forest!" he shouted in anger.
"The forest isn't all that bad," a woman's voice said gently.
Draco Malfoy's face grew pale and his heart leapt in his throat. He spun around.
Standing behind him was a beautiful woman. She had long chestnut hair, warm honey colored eyes, and crimson full lips. She was wearing a silky midnight blue cloak that seemed to sparkle.
"Who are you? " Draco said barley above a whisper.
The woman smiled. "Some call me an enchantress."
Draco remained silent then after a moment asked, "Do you know how to get out of here?"
The woman nodded.
"Then can you tell me how to get out of here?"
"What makes you think you deserve to leave this place, Draco?" the enchantress asked smiling.
Malfoy dropped his mouth open in amazement.
"How do you know-
'Your name?" the mysterious woman asked.
Draco nodded.
"I've been watching you, Draco. I have watched you at every possible moment. From the time you awake till the time you lay your head down to rest. I have watched your kind acts and those of meanness. In particular, I watched the way you have treated a certain young man."
"Who ...Potter?" Malfoy asked.
The enchantress nodded.
"I know what you did today, Draco. You have tarnished the reputation of Harry all because of spite and now it's time you learnt your ways," she said wisely.
Draco shuddered and fear now spread throughout his body.
"Are you going... to...to ...kill me?" he stuttered.
The enchantress reached in her cloak and pulled out a small leather pouch.
"No, Draco. Killing is evil and I am not a source of evil. I am here to teach a lesson and by killing you I defeat that purpose. Instead, I will place a spell on you. The spell will not work all at once but one day at a time. Every time you are in Harry Potter's company any malice you held toward him will be replaced. This spell will eradicate any prejustice so you can get to know your enemy better. Perhaps you will then see things different."
Draco stood watching as the woman reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of a sparkling fine powder.
"When I perform this spell, you will have no memory of me or the spell. You will wake up back at Hogwarts," she explained.
"Good luck, Draco" the enchantress said and blew the fine powder at Malfoy.
The dust began to swirl and sparkle through the air. Draco watched it twirl around him. He looked back to where the woman was standing but she wasn't there anymore. Malfoy felt his eyes grow heavy and he passed out.
(A:N) So how was that? Sorry it's late but I was tooo tired to write. If the layout gets messed up and its hard to read Sorry! It's my computer's fault! Please R&R!
Getting to Know You
By SparkleMoonBunny
The early morning Sun shone through the dungeon windows with vengeance. Its rays reflected the deep green of Draco's bedspread and the overhead lamps.
Malfoy squinted as brightness shone into his eyes. He sat up, yawning, while stretching his arms overhead him. Suddenly, a pillow smacked right into his face.
Draco grabbed it, threw it on the floor, and snapped his head in the direction it flew from.
Standing fully dressed and laughing stood York. He walked over and sat on the fifteen year old's bed still laughing.
"What was that for?" the younger Slytherin growled. He then grabbed the pillow and attempted to lob York on the head.
York Harrison snatched the pillow and tossed it on a nearby bed. He then turned again to face Draco.
"So are you going to Hogsmeade today?" he asked.
Malfoy shrugged and yawned once again.
"I don't know. What time is it?"
"It's 9:30. Come on, Malfoy! Get dressed and go!" insisted York. He then got up from the bed and walked to the door.
"I'll meet you downstairs in a few," he smirked then headed through the door.
The silver-eyed boy sighed and started to get dressed.
After he had dressed and eaten a light breakfast, Draco along with his goons were out the castle walking the trail to Hogsmeade. It was a pleasant fall day and the Sun glowed in the pale blue sky. Everything seemed extra cheerful and even Malfoy was in high spirits.
"Hey, you two want to get a round of Butter Beers when we get into town?" he asked Crabbe and Goyle.
The two numbskulls nodded their heads in agreement. After all, it wasn't everyday their leader was willing to treat them.
By noon Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy were sitting at a small round table in Three Broomsticks waiting for their butterbeers to be brought out. Malfoy of coarse was talking and his two lackeys were listening and nodding to every word he said.
"And Father of coarse hit the roof when he found out that such trash moved next door to us. He said we weren't allowed to even look at them,' Draco babbled on.
"Yup," said Crabbe and Goyle thickly.
The blonde smirked and directed his attention to the counter where he could see Madam Rosmerta picking up a tray of butterbeers. She hoisted the tray unto her shoulder and carefully moved to the table where the three boys where sitting.
"Three butterbeers?" she asked smiling warmly.
"Yes," answered Malfoy.
Madam Rosmerta set the butterbeers unto the table. "Enjoy, loves."
The boys each grabbed a bottle and slurped down the sweet amber liquid. Nothing warmed a person up better on a cool autumn day than a butterbeer.
Malfoy continued drinking as he observed his surroundings. Pansy and her friends were all sitting at table across the room chatting about the latest gossip, that stupid prat Neville was sitting with Dean and Seamus, and Potter was sitting with Weasley and Granger.
Potter. Draco's lips formed into a sneer as he watched the raven-haired boy laughing with his friends. Nothing would have made Draco happier then to go over there and insult the three of them. But, with the fight fresh in his mind he had no choice than to stay at bay.
"Lousy twit," Malfoy mumbled still glaring.
"Who is?" asked a voice that was behind Malfoy.
Draco turned around and sighed. It was York again. The boy was sitting in one of the spare chairs at the table and was also drinking a butterbeer.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Draco asked.
"Really! Is that anyway to treat those older than you?" York Harrison mocked.
Draco raised his eyebrow and just stared at Harrison. York imitated Malfoy then broke into a laugh.
"You need a sense of humor, Malfoy," he laughed heartily.
"Yes, but nothing like the one you have," Draco retorted smirking.
York shook his head and took a sip of his butterbeer. "So," he asked. "Why are shooting daggers at Potter?"
" If you must know, York, I'm wondering what's the best way to kill him and hide the body," Draco replied sarcastically.
"Ah! So you're still sore about the little fight then?" York inquired.
The silver-eyed boy didn't reply. He just peeled the label off his bottle.
York didn't remained quiet and took a swig of his butterbeer. He then swished the contents of the bottle in his hand.
"You know," the sixth year started. "A little run in with McGonagall never stopped you before." Harrison then nudged Malfoy and pointed his head in Harry's direction.
Draco looked once more at Harry and his face broke into an evil grin. York was right. When he, Draco Malfoy, wanted revenge nothing stopped him.
Malfoy turned to face York. "You know what, York? I think you're right."
Half an hour passed when Draco and company were standing outside Zonko's Joke shop. Draco, York, Crabbe, and Goyle were also huddled closely together going over their plan.
"Okay, York and myself are going to run into the joke shop, with our hoods up, and steal some stuff. The owners will run out chasing us. That's when you two," Malfoy said pointing to Crabbe and Goyle. "Will hold Potter and Weasley up. That's when me and York will plant the stolen goods on Weasley and Potter and act like they stole everything!"
"Got it?" York asked the two dimwits who nodded.
"Good," Draco said and glanced at his watch. "Okay Potter and his friends should be coming out of Honeydukes any moment."
The blond boy looked up and smiled as Harry, Ron, and Hermione all were coming out of the store.
Draco pulled up his hood and watched as Harrison did the same.
"Let's go," he said quietly
The boys entered the shop nonchalantly and began grabbing everything that was left out and small enough.
An old wizard who was dusting a shelf stopped and smiled as he watched the two grabbing everything they could.
He adjusted his glasses and laughed. "We haven't had customers that bought like this since those Weasley Twins. By any chance are you two friends of theirs?"
Malfoy and Harrison said nothing but continued grabbing everything.
The old wizard called out a little louder, "ARE you two Friends of the Weasley twins?"
When he received no response he shrugged and put down his duster. He then walked over to a cash register and waited for the cloaked figures to bring their purchases over to be paid for.
When their hands could carry no more, Draco and York dashed out the store.
"HEY WAIT! STOP!" the wizard yelled after the two. He then dashed from behind the counter.
"Com'on! There's Potter!" Draco sputtered out at York.
Indeed, Crabbe and Goyle were blocking Harry and Ron's path. The two goons were mocking the two young wizards as Hermione watched helplessly.
"Get out of our way!" Ron threatened and reached in his robe to pull out his wand.
Harry also did the same but stopped when he heard his name being called.
"Hey Harry!" Draco called out still running.
Harry looked up and watched as Malfoy was running toward. Draco smiled wickedly and tossed the objects he was clutching in Harry's face.
"CATCH!" he yelled and dashed by Harry and Ron (who had also got stuff thrown at him) pulling up their hoods.
Malfoy and his group then took off running into the woods.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and bent down to examine what Malfoy threw. Harry grabbed a toy wand and looked at it.
"There they are! Those are the two!" an angry wizard shouted and pointed at Ron and Harry. Hermione gulped nervously as she watched Harry and Ron be surrounded by wizard police and the angry shopkeeper.
"Did... did you see that?" Malfoy panted leaning on a tree trunk. He turned around smiling only to see that neither of his friends were there.
"Hey guys! Where are you?" he called out in the empty forest. Draco waited for a response but received none.
His smile grew into a frown and he peered through nearby bushes and shrubs.
"Yeah, real funny, York! Crabbe! Goyle! Come out this instance!"
Draco stood with his arms crossed for a minute waiting. His eyes darted around hoping that maybe a smothered giggle would give them away. At last, Malfoy heard rustling coming from behind a thick green bush. He smiled and went over to scold the group.
"Yeah, very funny!" Malfoy sneered walking to the bush and began parting it. "You stupid prats just gave away where AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Draco fell unto the cold dirt ground as a flock of birds flew out the bush. Then worry formed on the evil blond's face. He was alone.
"Great! I'm alone and have no idea how to get out of this God Forsaken forest!" he shouted in anger.
"The forest isn't all that bad," a woman's voice said gently.
Draco Malfoy's face grew pale and his heart leapt in his throat. He spun around.
Standing behind him was a beautiful woman. She had long chestnut hair, warm honey colored eyes, and crimson full lips. She was wearing a silky midnight blue cloak that seemed to sparkle.
"Who are you? " Draco said barley above a whisper.
The woman smiled. "Some call me an enchantress."
Draco remained silent then after a moment asked, "Do you know how to get out of here?"
The woman nodded.
"Then can you tell me how to get out of here?"
"What makes you think you deserve to leave this place, Draco?" the enchantress asked smiling.
Malfoy dropped his mouth open in amazement.
"How do you know-
'Your name?" the mysterious woman asked.
Draco nodded.
"I've been watching you, Draco. I have watched you at every possible moment. From the time you awake till the time you lay your head down to rest. I have watched your kind acts and those of meanness. In particular, I watched the way you have treated a certain young man."
"Who ...Potter?" Malfoy asked.
The enchantress nodded.
"I know what you did today, Draco. You have tarnished the reputation of Harry all because of spite and now it's time you learnt your ways," she said wisely.
Draco shuddered and fear now spread throughout his body.
"Are you going... to...to ...kill me?" he stuttered.
The enchantress reached in her cloak and pulled out a small leather pouch.
"No, Draco. Killing is evil and I am not a source of evil. I am here to teach a lesson and by killing you I defeat that purpose. Instead, I will place a spell on you. The spell will not work all at once but one day at a time. Every time you are in Harry Potter's company any malice you held toward him will be replaced. This spell will eradicate any prejustice so you can get to know your enemy better. Perhaps you will then see things different."
Draco stood watching as the woman reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of a sparkling fine powder.
"When I perform this spell, you will have no memory of me or the spell. You will wake up back at Hogwarts," she explained.
"Good luck, Draco" the enchantress said and blew the fine powder at Malfoy.
The dust began to swirl and sparkle through the air. Draco watched it twirl around him. He looked back to where the woman was standing but she wasn't there anymore. Malfoy felt his eyes grow heavy and he passed out.
(A:N) So how was that? Sorry it's late but I was tooo tired to write. If the layout gets messed up and its hard to read Sorry! It's my computer's fault! Please R&R!