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You Don't Know
Chapter 1 - The Train
It was the first of September. At platform 9 ¾, Narcissa Malfoy could be seen talking to her son, Draco Malfoy, who gave her curt nods every now and then.
"And remember dear . . . be a good boy. Make your father proud," she said, a pleading look in her eyes. She knew of Lucius's temper, that was for sure . . .
//But does she know what he does to me?//
Draco bit on the inside of his mouth as he forced himself to nod. Narcissa looked at her son with endearment.
"Have a nice year. Goodbye Draco," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek.
"Goodbye . . . Mum," Draco said quietly, calling her 'Mum' for the first time since he was eight. Narcissa smiled at him one more time before apparating back to Malfoy Manor.
He stood by a pillar, eyes skimming over everyone boarding the Hogwarts Express. A couple of nervous first years scuttled past him, and he schooled his features into his trademark sneer as he looked at them. They scuttled along even faster. When they were gone he sighed, and rubbed his temples. He was annoyed. With his father, his life . . . everything.
Suddenly something, more like someone, Draco corrected himself, caught his eye. His eyes narrowed.
//Potter. Perfect Potter. Of course. Perfect Potter boarding the train with his FRIENDS, with his messy black hair, his sparkling green eyes, his lightning-bolt scar, his lean and muscular body, his . . .//
Draco's eyes widened. (A/N: No, no, NO! Not there, you pervs! Get yer minds outta the gutter!)
What the bloody hell did I just THINK? His brain yelled.
//No way. No way, NO WAY, did I just check Harry out! Harry? HARRY? Dammit, now he's HARRY!//
Suddenly, Harry turned and his eyes locked with Draco's. Draco struggled not to blush. Harry gave him a curious look, then turned back to the train.
//Oh, thank Merlin I didn't blush. Wait a second, BLUSH? Since when did I BLUSH? I'm not some fucking schoolgirl!//
What was happening to him? He'd never felt this way since . . . he thought back to last year. With a shock, he realised that he had felt exactly the same way every time Pot . . . Harry looked at him.
Oh, how attentive you are, Draco, his brain scolded him. Just noticing now that Potter's got you drooling over him like some ogling fan.
//Wait, wait, wait. Potter does NOT have me drooling! Ack! I'm having an argument with my brain! Great going on the INSANITY front, Draco!//
He looked at the clock. He sighed. Five minutes to eleven. He'd have to get on now. He took a deep breath and stepped onto the train which would take him to his last year at Hogwarts.
He wandered along on his own for a bit, trying to find a compartment. He had passed Crabbe and Goyle's compartment without a backward glance, which utterly confused them.
//They're gonna be bloody Death Eaters after Hogwarts. And I'm not. God, Lucius would kill me if could read my mind right now.//
He stopped as painful memories came to him in a flash. This summer was like no other. He shook his head, then, with his hands in his pockets, walked into the last compartment on the train.
A/N: OK, short, I know. But the chapters will HOPEFULLY be longer as the story progresses. Though the chapters may be quite short until I actually get up off my lazy butt and bother to make them longer! Once more I am reminding you: REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
You Don't Know
Chapter 1 - The Train
It was the first of September. At platform 9 ¾, Narcissa Malfoy could be seen talking to her son, Draco Malfoy, who gave her curt nods every now and then.
"And remember dear . . . be a good boy. Make your father proud," she said, a pleading look in her eyes. She knew of Lucius's temper, that was for sure . . .
//But does she know what he does to me?//
Draco bit on the inside of his mouth as he forced himself to nod. Narcissa looked at her son with endearment.
"Have a nice year. Goodbye Draco," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek.
"Goodbye . . . Mum," Draco said quietly, calling her 'Mum' for the first time since he was eight. Narcissa smiled at him one more time before apparating back to Malfoy Manor.
He stood by a pillar, eyes skimming over everyone boarding the Hogwarts Express. A couple of nervous first years scuttled past him, and he schooled his features into his trademark sneer as he looked at them. They scuttled along even faster. When they were gone he sighed, and rubbed his temples. He was annoyed. With his father, his life . . . everything.
Suddenly something, more like someone, Draco corrected himself, caught his eye. His eyes narrowed.
//Potter. Perfect Potter. Of course. Perfect Potter boarding the train with his FRIENDS, with his messy black hair, his sparkling green eyes, his lightning-bolt scar, his lean and muscular body, his . . .//
Draco's eyes widened. (A/N: No, no, NO! Not there, you pervs! Get yer minds outta the gutter!)
What the bloody hell did I just THINK? His brain yelled.
//No way. No way, NO WAY, did I just check Harry out! Harry? HARRY? Dammit, now he's HARRY!//
Suddenly, Harry turned and his eyes locked with Draco's. Draco struggled not to blush. Harry gave him a curious look, then turned back to the train.
//Oh, thank Merlin I didn't blush. Wait a second, BLUSH? Since when did I BLUSH? I'm not some fucking schoolgirl!//
What was happening to him? He'd never felt this way since . . . he thought back to last year. With a shock, he realised that he had felt exactly the same way every time Pot . . . Harry looked at him.
Oh, how attentive you are, Draco, his brain scolded him. Just noticing now that Potter's got you drooling over him like some ogling fan.
//Wait, wait, wait. Potter does NOT have me drooling! Ack! I'm having an argument with my brain! Great going on the INSANITY front, Draco!//
He looked at the clock. He sighed. Five minutes to eleven. He'd have to get on now. He took a deep breath and stepped onto the train which would take him to his last year at Hogwarts.
He wandered along on his own for a bit, trying to find a compartment. He had passed Crabbe and Goyle's compartment without a backward glance, which utterly confused them.
//They're gonna be bloody Death Eaters after Hogwarts. And I'm not. God, Lucius would kill me if could read my mind right now.//
He stopped as painful memories came to him in a flash. This summer was like no other. He shook his head, then, with his hands in his pockets, walked into the last compartment on the train.
A/N: OK, short, I know. But the chapters will HOPEFULLY be longer as the story progresses. Though the chapters may be quite short until I actually get up off my lazy butt and bother to make them longer! Once more I am reminding you: REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!