Lucius' eyes widened, and his face grew as red as blood, the veins in his face showed and his eyes were like
the eyes of a poisonus snake.
"You will come to the meeting tonight, and we'll see what Lord Voldemort has to say about you!" He threatened.
With that Lucius turned around and mumbled a spell, locking everything in the house, leaving Draco no escape. Draco
walked to his room, and slammed the door shut, he tried to open the window for his owl to get out, but it was locked.
Draco tried to Apparate out of his own home, but when the spell wouldn't work, he came to the conlusion that his father
had fool-proofed the house.
"Smart," Draco muttered, as he leaned against the wall and sank to the ground. He buried his head in his knees,
sliently admitting defeat, when suddenly an idea came to mind.
"That's it!" He cried as he jumped up, "Disapero Invisabito!" Within a second he became invisible, and he
wondered into the halls. He overheard his father taking to the butler, as he put on his coat. Draco rushed downstairs,
ready to sneak out while his father went out. Lucius opened the door, then thurst his arm out beside him.
"Don't even think about it Draco," he stated. The bulter looked at Lucius with a confused look, but as Draco made
himself visible again, he understood. Draco walked into the kitchen and muttered a spell, causing some of the wine glasses
to be thrown into the walls. He sat down and conjured up a snack, as he heard the front door close.
"Master Draco, would you care for someone other than a batburger for snack?" The butler asked. Draco stayed
quiet, his eyes burning with hate. With no response the butler left Draco alone.
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Back at Hogwarts, school had just finished, and Hermione struggled to get to the Headmaster's office, carrying
not only her books and homework, but Draco's as well. The door was already open, so Hermione let herself in. She
walked slowly, as the books were towering over her head, causing her not to be able to see.
"Draco?" She called.
"He's not here," Professor Dumbeldore said, as he looked up from his book. He noticed Hermione struggle, so with
a flick of his wand, he lifted the books and placed them neatly on the table.
"Where is he?" She asked.
"He went home. I sent him home with his father for the weekend. He's okay, but I want him to rest for the weekend.
He'll be back come Monday morning, don't you worry now."
Hermione worried none the less, "Does Mr. Malfoy know about us; about Draco and myself, I mean?"
"Well Miss Granger," Dumbeldore started, "I'm not quite sure, but Mr. Malfoy does have his ways about finding
out."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Why is that Miss Granger?"
"Professor, isn't it obvious?" She looked at the Headmaster, confused.
"No my dear, it isn't obvious, do tell me."
"Well...Draco's a pure-blood wizard...and I'm...well you know," she told him.
"So? I don't see why there's anything wrong with that Miss Granger. As far as I'm concerned you're smarted
and far wiser than all the full-blood's here at Hogwarts! Why, if I'm not mistaken, you're the reason Draco has become
more interested in school, and in magic. And his grades are the highest they have ever been throughout all his years here!
I'm sure that if Mr. Malfoy were to consider these points, he would be most grateful for your efforts," Dumbeldore tried to
comfort her.
She smiled, but still something inside her just didn't seem right. She left the office and headed back to Gryffindor
Common Room.
"Hey Hermione, what's the matter?" Ron asked, seeing the sombre face of his friend.
"Draco went home with his father," she replied. Ron looked at Harry, both knowing that things could have gone
bad if Draco's father found out about Hermione.
"Does he know?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, but Dumbeldore says that Lucius has many ways of finding out."
"Don't worry Hermione, Draco'll stick up for you, he really loves you," Ron assured. Hermione smiled at her two
best friends, thankful that they were there for her. She spent the night talking with them, but her mind was still with Draco.
While Hermione was with Harry and Ron, Lucius had returned home from his errand, to a table full of goument
food. He sat at the head of the table, and summoned for his butler.
"Patrick, I want you to fetch my son, and bring him to dinner," he commanded.
"Yes sir," Patrick gave a quick bow, and headed for Draco's bedroom. While he was gone, Lucius mumbled a
quick spell and conjured up a vial of powder. He then poured in into Draco's plate, and mixed in into his drink as well.
After a few minutes of arguing, Draco followed Patrick into the dining room. Draco took his seat, not looking at his father
and began to eat. He swallowed his meal whole, trying to get out of there as fast as he could. By the second sip of the
drink Draco felt something flutter in his stomach, and as he tried to stand and walk, he collasped to the group. Lucius
sat there, a smile crept on his face, "You're too trusting Draco." He got up and lifted Draco and carried him to his car.
From there, he drove (well...flew to be exact) to the meeting.
the eyes of a poisonus snake.
"You will come to the meeting tonight, and we'll see what Lord Voldemort has to say about you!" He threatened.
With that Lucius turned around and mumbled a spell, locking everything in the house, leaving Draco no escape. Draco
walked to his room, and slammed the door shut, he tried to open the window for his owl to get out, but it was locked.
Draco tried to Apparate out of his own home, but when the spell wouldn't work, he came to the conlusion that his father
had fool-proofed the house.
"Smart," Draco muttered, as he leaned against the wall and sank to the ground. He buried his head in his knees,
sliently admitting defeat, when suddenly an idea came to mind.
"That's it!" He cried as he jumped up, "Disapero Invisabito!" Within a second he became invisible, and he
wondered into the halls. He overheard his father taking to the butler, as he put on his coat. Draco rushed downstairs,
ready to sneak out while his father went out. Lucius opened the door, then thurst his arm out beside him.
"Don't even think about it Draco," he stated. The bulter looked at Lucius with a confused look, but as Draco made
himself visible again, he understood. Draco walked into the kitchen and muttered a spell, causing some of the wine glasses
to be thrown into the walls. He sat down and conjured up a snack, as he heard the front door close.
"Master Draco, would you care for someone other than a batburger for snack?" The butler asked. Draco stayed
quiet, his eyes burning with hate. With no response the butler left Draco alone.
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Back at Hogwarts, school had just finished, and Hermione struggled to get to the Headmaster's office, carrying
not only her books and homework, but Draco's as well. The door was already open, so Hermione let herself in. She
walked slowly, as the books were towering over her head, causing her not to be able to see.
"Draco?" She called.
"He's not here," Professor Dumbeldore said, as he looked up from his book. He noticed Hermione struggle, so with
a flick of his wand, he lifted the books and placed them neatly on the table.
"Where is he?" She asked.
"He went home. I sent him home with his father for the weekend. He's okay, but I want him to rest for the weekend.
He'll be back come Monday morning, don't you worry now."
Hermione worried none the less, "Does Mr. Malfoy know about us; about Draco and myself, I mean?"
"Well Miss Granger," Dumbeldore started, "I'm not quite sure, but Mr. Malfoy does have his ways about finding
out."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Why is that Miss Granger?"
"Professor, isn't it obvious?" She looked at the Headmaster, confused.
"No my dear, it isn't obvious, do tell me."
"Well...Draco's a pure-blood wizard...and I'm...well you know," she told him.
"So? I don't see why there's anything wrong with that Miss Granger. As far as I'm concerned you're smarted
and far wiser than all the full-blood's here at Hogwarts! Why, if I'm not mistaken, you're the reason Draco has become
more interested in school, and in magic. And his grades are the highest they have ever been throughout all his years here!
I'm sure that if Mr. Malfoy were to consider these points, he would be most grateful for your efforts," Dumbeldore tried to
comfort her.
She smiled, but still something inside her just didn't seem right. She left the office and headed back to Gryffindor
Common Room.
"Hey Hermione, what's the matter?" Ron asked, seeing the sombre face of his friend.
"Draco went home with his father," she replied. Ron looked at Harry, both knowing that things could have gone
bad if Draco's father found out about Hermione.
"Does he know?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, but Dumbeldore says that Lucius has many ways of finding out."
"Don't worry Hermione, Draco'll stick up for you, he really loves you," Ron assured. Hermione smiled at her two
best friends, thankful that they were there for her. She spent the night talking with them, but her mind was still with Draco.
While Hermione was with Harry and Ron, Lucius had returned home from his errand, to a table full of goument
food. He sat at the head of the table, and summoned for his butler.
"Patrick, I want you to fetch my son, and bring him to dinner," he commanded.
"Yes sir," Patrick gave a quick bow, and headed for Draco's bedroom. While he was gone, Lucius mumbled a
quick spell and conjured up a vial of powder. He then poured in into Draco's plate, and mixed in into his drink as well.
After a few minutes of arguing, Draco followed Patrick into the dining room. Draco took his seat, not looking at his father
and began to eat. He swallowed his meal whole, trying to get out of there as fast as he could. By the second sip of the
drink Draco felt something flutter in his stomach, and as he tried to stand and walk, he collasped to the group. Lucius
sat there, a smile crept on his face, "You're too trusting Draco." He got up and lifted Draco and carried him to his car.
From there, he drove (well...flew to be exact) to the meeting.