The two walked to the Great Hall hand in hand.
"Boy am I starving!" Draco exclaimed as he patted his stomach. Hermione giggled as the two took their seats.
"Hey Draco! You're back! Thought you wouldn't come back until Monday morning!" Ron commented.
"Nah...couldn't take another hour of my father breathing down my back," Draco told Ron and Harry. He
updated his friends on his "horrifying" weekend with his father. By the end of the tale, Ron's eyes were as big as
saucers.
"You really told you're father that?"
Draco nodded, and bent down and started shoving food down his thoart.
"Ummm...Draco?"Ron questioned, "You wanna come up for air for a second?"
Draco looked up with a stuffed mouth, "Hmm?"
"I dunno if this is the right time to tell you this, but-" Ron pointed to the Slytherin table. Draco, Hermione and
Harry turned to look at the table, where the Slytherins were all gathered in a group, whispering and pointing to Draco.
"Hey Malfoy!" Crabbe yelled, "What didn't your girlfriend feed you over the weekend?! Or where you just too
busy gawking at her Mudblood body?"
The Slytherins howled with laughter, and Draco stood up, fists forming at his side. Hermione grabbed Draco's
arm.
"Draco, you promised me," she said. He looked at her large eyes, then sat back down.
"What Malfoy? Too afraid to fight? Afraid of getting the same fate you suffered on Friday?" Crabbe kept on
going. Hermione put her hand into Draco's and continued to talk to Harry and Ron. Crabbe and the rest of the Slytherins
carried on insulting and mocking Draco, until the end of the breakfast hour. Draco again walked his girlfriend and two
friends to their first class, and just before Hermione entered the class, she turned to Draco and held him
"Draco, please, don't to anything stupid. You promised me," she whispered.
"Don't worry," he muttered into her ear, "I love you."
She kissed him goodbye, and he went on his way to his Defense Against Dark Arts class.
"Great job Malfoy! Looked believable enough to us!" Some of the Slytherins congradulated him. Malfoy just
walked to his seat and sat there, eyes fixed to the front of the class.
"Malfoy? You okay?" Goyle questioned.
"Silence! I'm thinking," Malfoy's cold voice said. The class fell silent, knowing to respect their leader's wishes.
Malfoy thought for the whole class, about how to get Hermione to Lord Voldemort. Finally by the end of class, he had
figured it out.
During lunch, he told Hermione that he had things to finish up, and that he'd catch up with her later on. Once
back in his house, he called his father, and informed him of his plan.
"Father, this Friday...I will take the Mudblood out...but I'll convince her that I need to pick up some stuff from
home, and I'll tell her that you won't be there. You can't be home on Friday night. I'll blindfold her, telling her it will
be a surprise, and I will lead her to the meeting place, and give her to Lord Voldemort," he said.
"Brilliant," Lucius commented.
"So where will you be father?" Malfoy tested.
"Out, away from the house."
"Good." Without a goodbye, Draco hung up the phone, a smile crept on his face.
"The Mudblood won't know what hit her, when I'm threw," Malfoy said aloud.
"Boy am I starving!" Draco exclaimed as he patted his stomach. Hermione giggled as the two took their seats.
"Hey Draco! You're back! Thought you wouldn't come back until Monday morning!" Ron commented.
"Nah...couldn't take another hour of my father breathing down my back," Draco told Ron and Harry. He
updated his friends on his "horrifying" weekend with his father. By the end of the tale, Ron's eyes were as big as
saucers.
"You really told you're father that?"
Draco nodded, and bent down and started shoving food down his thoart.
"Ummm...Draco?"Ron questioned, "You wanna come up for air for a second?"
Draco looked up with a stuffed mouth, "Hmm?"
"I dunno if this is the right time to tell you this, but-" Ron pointed to the Slytherin table. Draco, Hermione and
Harry turned to look at the table, where the Slytherins were all gathered in a group, whispering and pointing to Draco.
"Hey Malfoy!" Crabbe yelled, "What didn't your girlfriend feed you over the weekend?! Or where you just too
busy gawking at her Mudblood body?"
The Slytherins howled with laughter, and Draco stood up, fists forming at his side. Hermione grabbed Draco's
arm.
"Draco, you promised me," she said. He looked at her large eyes, then sat back down.
"What Malfoy? Too afraid to fight? Afraid of getting the same fate you suffered on Friday?" Crabbe kept on
going. Hermione put her hand into Draco's and continued to talk to Harry and Ron. Crabbe and the rest of the Slytherins
carried on insulting and mocking Draco, until the end of the breakfast hour. Draco again walked his girlfriend and two
friends to their first class, and just before Hermione entered the class, she turned to Draco and held him
"Draco, please, don't to anything stupid. You promised me," she whispered.
"Don't worry," he muttered into her ear, "I love you."
She kissed him goodbye, and he went on his way to his Defense Against Dark Arts class.
"Great job Malfoy! Looked believable enough to us!" Some of the Slytherins congradulated him. Malfoy just
walked to his seat and sat there, eyes fixed to the front of the class.
"Malfoy? You okay?" Goyle questioned.
"Silence! I'm thinking," Malfoy's cold voice said. The class fell silent, knowing to respect their leader's wishes.
Malfoy thought for the whole class, about how to get Hermione to Lord Voldemort. Finally by the end of class, he had
figured it out.
During lunch, he told Hermione that he had things to finish up, and that he'd catch up with her later on. Once
back in his house, he called his father, and informed him of his plan.
"Father, this Friday...I will take the Mudblood out...but I'll convince her that I need to pick up some stuff from
home, and I'll tell her that you won't be there. You can't be home on Friday night. I'll blindfold her, telling her it will
be a surprise, and I will lead her to the meeting place, and give her to Lord Voldemort," he said.
"Brilliant," Lucius commented.
"So where will you be father?" Malfoy tested.
"Out, away from the house."
"Good." Without a goodbye, Draco hung up the phone, a smile crept on his face.
"The Mudblood won't know what hit her, when I'm threw," Malfoy said aloud.