Ok, here's DD chapter 3 (hay! that rhymes)! Someone asked what the name of this fic has to do with the fic itself, and I say this: patience. All will be revealed in good time. I'm sorry I haven't updated this in a while, but I've been having to do a lot of work lately. Therefore, it has been vary hectic over the past few days for me.
Warning: Draco Malfoy has escaped from the nearest Harry Potter book. Malfoy is highly armed and dangerously out of character, approach him with caution. Do be warned he is headed your way. J.K. Rowling, Warner Bro., Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and anyone else who owns him will pay big money for his capture. Stay tuned for further updates about the situation as they come. That is all, thank you.
(AN: HEHEHEHE!!!!! I had to put that in there, just to warn you that he is still at large. =^_._^=
You are seriously going to hate me for this chap. but it has got to be done.)
Chapter Three
Draco stepped onto the train and immediately started looking for an empty compartment. All of a sudden, there came a voice directed towards him.
"Malfoy!"
Draco turned around to see who was yelling at him.
He saw a boy about his age standing a few feet away from him, in the corridor. The boy had long, midnight black hair and deep, dark eyes. He was already wearing his school robes and under them, Draco noticed he was wearing all black from neck to shoes (even his fingernails were painted black). He was very well groomed and his hair was well taken care of. 'He seems vary rich. And a lot like me,' thought Draco.
"Have we met? If we have, I don't seem to remember you, if we did," said Draco coolly.
"No, we haven't met." The boy answered. "Your father was my father's best friend at school. He's told me a lot about you and your family."
"And who, exactly, is your father?" Draco asked.
"Follow me and I'll tell you."
"Fine."
Draco followed the boy down the corridor to an empty compartment at the end. The boy held the door for Draco, and stepped inside after him. He sat down on the seat by the window, the boy sat down opposite him.
"You're asking yourself who I am," the boy said. "In which I will answer this: my name is Tobias-Sebastian Snape. My friends call me Sabere, for short. I have a brother on this train whose name is Seymour Snape; he is two years younger then me."
"So, you are Snape's son?" Draco asked, incredulously (AN: Warning!!!).
"Yep, that's me!" said Sabere.
"I didn't know Snape had children!"
"Most people who know him usually don't."
"Wow. I—"
"Ahem!"
Both Draco and Sabere looked in the direction of the noise. There, standing in the doorframe, was a boy. He looked a lot like Sabere but younger, more rugged looking ('possibly a fourth or fifth year,' thought Draco.).
"Draco, I'd like you to meet my brother Seymour."
"So, you're Seymour," said Draco, shaking the hand that Seymour had offered him. "You two look so much alike, I can barely tell you two apart!"
"Yes, everyone says that."
Something strange happened then. Draco saw Seymour look a Sabere as though questioning him. Then Sabere, who seemed to understand him, frowned and shook his head slightly, then mouthed something to him. Seymour looked disappointed.
Then they noticed the puzzled look Draco was giving them and stopped.
'What was that all about?' Draco wondered.
"Anyway, I hear you are having problems with your father lately," said Sabere.
"How did you guess?" said Draco sarcastically
"I heard you out on the platform when you came," said Sabere.
"Is that so."
However, Sabere wasn't listening. He had a blank expression on his face as he looked towards the compartment door. Draco looked to see who it was.
It was Potter.
An: I wander what he could be doing here. I know that it is a little short; I'll try to make it longer next time. Moreover, for those who are badgering about the romance part, it is coming in the next chapter. I want to remind you that this is a short story, with many short chapters!! So be patient. And Review too. Me like Reviews!!!
