A/N: Hey everyone it's me again! Sorry it took so long for me to update. I have been so tired lately and hadn't had the time to write. So here's chapter 3 and sorry it's kind of short. I'm busy starting a new story based only on Draco called "And They Say That a hero Can Save Us". It's hopefully going to be really good. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: You know that I know that I don't own Harry and the crew!
Chapter 3: What Did He Say?!
The alarm clock chimed shrilly on the bedside table. Draco opened one eye and noticed the time. It was ten a.m.
Malfoy sat up in his four poster bed and rubbed his eyes. He looked around the bedchamber and his face formed a confused look. How did he wind up back in Hogwarts?
The fifteen year-old searched through his memories and had no recollection of walking back. In fact, the last thing he remembered was becoming separated from York, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Wait a minute! Could those three have played a joke on me, Draco thought to himself.
He immediately swept his eyes over the chamber and saw that all the beds were empty and neatly made. The blond sneered and proceeded to gather some clothes. He would get them at breakfast anyway.
Malfoy entered the Great Hall and was greeted with icy glares from everyone but Slytherin. He rolled his eyes.
"How could I forget?" He asked himself. "Everyone of coarse would hear about my little joke prank I played on Potter. It's only natural that they would side with him."
The blond ignored them and walked over to his table where he was greeted with admiration and awe.
"Excellent joke, Draco!"
"That was awesome! I'd never thought of that!"
"You rule, Malfoy!"
Malfoy snickered and reached for an apple from the fruit bowl but a quick hand came from behind him and lifted the bowl over his head. It could only be one person...
"Hello, Harrison. You'd do well to put that bowl back on the table before I hex you."
York laughed heartily and placed the silver bowl back on the dinning table.
"So everyone seems to be pleased with your little prank," York said with glinting eyes and took a seat next to Draco.
"Everyone whose Slytherin," replied Draco shortly. He grabbed a bright green apple and bit into it. Looking at York he suddenly remembered something.
"York, how exactly did we get back to the common room without the hassle?" Malfoy asked quietly.
Harrison's face twisted into a confused look and he stared at Draco as though the boy had declared he was joining "The We Love Harry Potter Club".
"I was about to ask to ask you the same thing," York Harrison answered.
The silver-eyed boy put down his apple and narrowed his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Malfoy hissed.
York looked utterly confused. "After we bolted from Zonko's we ran into the forest with you but, got split up. We searched for you and when we couldn't find you we went back to back to Hogwarts. The next morning we woke up and there was you lying in bed asleep."
Neither boys said anything for a moment and Draco went back to eating his apple. Just how did he get back?
Later that afternoon Malfoy found himself standing besides the lake watching the Sunset. Of course Crabbe and Goyle weren't that far from Draco. They were busy playing wizard snap under a tree in their own dimwitted little world.
Draco stood peacefully letting a gentle breeze play with his pale blond hair. He closed his eyes and sighed. Every afternoon he would come to this spot and think. This was one of the only times during the day he could be himself. Away from his friends, away from school, and away from his teachers.
No one understood how tiring it was for him to constantly wear that evil guise. Twenty-four seven. There were even times he grew bored of constantly insulting everyone who challenged him. But, he had a title to uphold and as being a Malfoy he was expected to rise to the top and make his presence known. How tiresome it was!
"Father should be more than pleased," Malfoy said out loud and flopped down on the grass. He sat there quietly and tossed a few small pebbles into the lake. He watched them skim across the water then sink to the bottom. Draco attempted to throw a few more but stopped when he heard a cry of annoyance from behind him.
The Slytherin turned around only to see Harry Potter yelling at his two goons.
"I'm in no mood to fight! Leave me alone or I'll curse you both," Potter growled and pulled out his wand.
Draco got up and walked over to the scene.
Harry tore his eyes from Crabbe and Goyle to the approaching footsteps. His eyes then filled with coldness when he realized it was his rival.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" spat out Harry. "Have you come to bother me too?"
Draco narrowed his eyes and smirked. "Perhaps, Potter. Why are you out here?"
Harry pushed aside Draco's thugs and tightened his grip on his wand.
"I was coming out here to think a little bit. But then I see you and I suddenly changed my mind," Harry said through clenched teeth.
The Slytherin stared at the Raven-haired boy for a moment then whipped his eyes to his two numbskulls.
"Crabbe. Goyle. Both of you back off," the blond commanded. "I want to have a word with Potter."
Both boys looked dimly at Malfoy and walked away only when he narrowed his eyes. Meanwhile, Harry stood there watching the two goons walk back to the school with a look of confusion mixed with annoyance. He then turned to face Draco.
"What are you planning, Malfoy? You already have gotten me in enough trouble! Isn't that enough?" asked Harry.
Draco Malfoy opened his mouth to say a very rude remark but instead shut it. Then the one sentence that Malfoy never expected to say in his life came out.
"Yes, I'm sorry about that."
Harry took a step back and his brow creased in shock.
Where did that come from, thought Draco to himself.
"What did you say?" asked Harry although he knew it already.
Draco attempted another snide remark but instead repeated himself. His eyes widened in shock.
Harry looked bewildered as though he wasn't sure Malfoy was actually attempting to be nice or not feeling well.
The Slytherin took a breath and composed himself. He then turned to face the Gryffindor and took a step close to him.
"What I said a moment ago doesn't mean I'm your friend. So don't get used to it," Draco growled.
He then gave Harry one last icy look with his grey eyes and took off in the direction back to Hogwarts.
A/N: What was that about?! Could that have been Draco talking or perhaps the spell? R&R!
Disclaimer: You know that I know that I don't own Harry and the crew!
Chapter 3: What Did He Say?!
The alarm clock chimed shrilly on the bedside table. Draco opened one eye and noticed the time. It was ten a.m.
Malfoy sat up in his four poster bed and rubbed his eyes. He looked around the bedchamber and his face formed a confused look. How did he wind up back in Hogwarts?
The fifteen year-old searched through his memories and had no recollection of walking back. In fact, the last thing he remembered was becoming separated from York, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Wait a minute! Could those three have played a joke on me, Draco thought to himself.
He immediately swept his eyes over the chamber and saw that all the beds were empty and neatly made. The blond sneered and proceeded to gather some clothes. He would get them at breakfast anyway.
Malfoy entered the Great Hall and was greeted with icy glares from everyone but Slytherin. He rolled his eyes.
"How could I forget?" He asked himself. "Everyone of coarse would hear about my little joke prank I played on Potter. It's only natural that they would side with him."
The blond ignored them and walked over to his table where he was greeted with admiration and awe.
"Excellent joke, Draco!"
"That was awesome! I'd never thought of that!"
"You rule, Malfoy!"
Malfoy snickered and reached for an apple from the fruit bowl but a quick hand came from behind him and lifted the bowl over his head. It could only be one person...
"Hello, Harrison. You'd do well to put that bowl back on the table before I hex you."
York laughed heartily and placed the silver bowl back on the dinning table.
"So everyone seems to be pleased with your little prank," York said with glinting eyes and took a seat next to Draco.
"Everyone whose Slytherin," replied Draco shortly. He grabbed a bright green apple and bit into it. Looking at York he suddenly remembered something.
"York, how exactly did we get back to the common room without the hassle?" Malfoy asked quietly.
Harrison's face twisted into a confused look and he stared at Draco as though the boy had declared he was joining "The We Love Harry Potter Club".
"I was about to ask to ask you the same thing," York Harrison answered.
The silver-eyed boy put down his apple and narrowed his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Malfoy hissed.
York looked utterly confused. "After we bolted from Zonko's we ran into the forest with you but, got split up. We searched for you and when we couldn't find you we went back to back to Hogwarts. The next morning we woke up and there was you lying in bed asleep."
Neither boys said anything for a moment and Draco went back to eating his apple. Just how did he get back?
Later that afternoon Malfoy found himself standing besides the lake watching the Sunset. Of course Crabbe and Goyle weren't that far from Draco. They were busy playing wizard snap under a tree in their own dimwitted little world.
Draco stood peacefully letting a gentle breeze play with his pale blond hair. He closed his eyes and sighed. Every afternoon he would come to this spot and think. This was one of the only times during the day he could be himself. Away from his friends, away from school, and away from his teachers.
No one understood how tiring it was for him to constantly wear that evil guise. Twenty-four seven. There were even times he grew bored of constantly insulting everyone who challenged him. But, he had a title to uphold and as being a Malfoy he was expected to rise to the top and make his presence known. How tiresome it was!
"Father should be more than pleased," Malfoy said out loud and flopped down on the grass. He sat there quietly and tossed a few small pebbles into the lake. He watched them skim across the water then sink to the bottom. Draco attempted to throw a few more but stopped when he heard a cry of annoyance from behind him.
The Slytherin turned around only to see Harry Potter yelling at his two goons.
"I'm in no mood to fight! Leave me alone or I'll curse you both," Potter growled and pulled out his wand.
Draco got up and walked over to the scene.
Harry tore his eyes from Crabbe and Goyle to the approaching footsteps. His eyes then filled with coldness when he realized it was his rival.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" spat out Harry. "Have you come to bother me too?"
Draco narrowed his eyes and smirked. "Perhaps, Potter. Why are you out here?"
Harry pushed aside Draco's thugs and tightened his grip on his wand.
"I was coming out here to think a little bit. But then I see you and I suddenly changed my mind," Harry said through clenched teeth.
The Slytherin stared at the Raven-haired boy for a moment then whipped his eyes to his two numbskulls.
"Crabbe. Goyle. Both of you back off," the blond commanded. "I want to have a word with Potter."
Both boys looked dimly at Malfoy and walked away only when he narrowed his eyes. Meanwhile, Harry stood there watching the two goons walk back to the school with a look of confusion mixed with annoyance. He then turned to face Draco.
"What are you planning, Malfoy? You already have gotten me in enough trouble! Isn't that enough?" asked Harry.
Draco Malfoy opened his mouth to say a very rude remark but instead shut it. Then the one sentence that Malfoy never expected to say in his life came out.
"Yes, I'm sorry about that."
Harry took a step back and his brow creased in shock.
Where did that come from, thought Draco to himself.
"What did you say?" asked Harry although he knew it already.
Draco attempted another snide remark but instead repeated himself. His eyes widened in shock.
Harry looked bewildered as though he wasn't sure Malfoy was actually attempting to be nice or not feeling well.
The Slytherin took a breath and composed himself. He then turned to face the Gryffindor and took a step close to him.
"What I said a moment ago doesn't mean I'm your friend. So don't get used to it," Draco growled.
He then gave Harry one last icy look with his grey eyes and took off in the direction back to Hogwarts.
A/N: What was that about?! Could that have been Draco talking or perhaps the spell? R&R!