II. I'm Warning You
[Three days ago (December the 15th) at Hogwart's grounds.]
"Shoot!" 'Damn that Potter. If only I could get a bit closer to him.I would.' thought the man standing behind one of Hogwart's largest trees.
This man, who's been standing behind the tree, is famous all around. He is branded to be the bad boy of the school, and unique for his platinum-blond hair. Yes, it is none other than the Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy is a sixth year Slytherin prefect. People refer to him as the slick, quick thinking, filthy rich, callous brat, who's greatly favored by the most despised potion master, Professor Severus Snape. But amidst all the rumors and gossips, he is not entirely heartless. No, he is after all just human.
While he was deep in thought, hidden through the shadow of a large oak tree, Draco failed to realize that there was someone else standing a few inches behind him. Slowly, the figure approached him and quietly called, "Draco?". But Draco just ignored it and continued thinking, 'I would.'.
"Drraaaccccooo?" still continued the voice.
'I would.' he still continued thinking.
"DRACO! Are you deaf or what?!" the voice finally yelled from behind him.
At last, the loud yelling still lingering at the back of his head shook Draco. He was first stunned, then, was visited by his usual outburst. At once, he turned around and began yelling at the person behind him.
"WHAT-THE BLOODY-HELL-ARE-YOU-YELLING-FOR, WOMAN?!" he yelled back at the person that was yelling at him a while ago.
"Finally." The woman said, as she crossed her arms firmly across her chest.
"Blaise? What the." Draco asked, puzzled by the now-done yelling scene.
"Will you just stop your swearing and come with me. WE are gonna miss supper because of your spying around." She said accusingly as she pointed a finger at him.
Draco then looked at his surroundings, then at himself. Now, he was finally aware that he's been standing there for quite awhile, looking like some kind of a lunatic out from the mental hospital. .After a while, and after watching Prince Draco go all hazy and dreamy, Blaise finally had enough. She placed her fingers in front of Draco, and began snapping madly in front of him. At last! He was brought back down to earth.
At once, Draco knew that he have to cover-up for the all-dreamy part, so, he decided to go backtracking on what previously happened. He then had an idea, and began covering himself up for the spying around part.
"Spying around? Who told you that?"
Blaise then thought that that was too much already. She then was about to scold Draco for his being such an insufferable git, but instead, just said, "Oh just forget it!" she thus turned her heels and started towards the castle.
"Hey Blaise! Where are you going?!" Draco yelled at her retreating figure.
"Where does it look like?!" she answered back.
"Good.." he muttered to himself (satisfied that he got away, alive). Then realizing that it's getting dark, and that he's now alone on the grounds, he called out to Blaise, "Hey! Wait up!"
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(A few minutes later in the Great Hall, at Slytherin table.)
"Hey, have you seen the boss?" asked Crabbe to one of the seventh year Slytherin boys as he and Goyle approach the Slytherin table.
"No, I haven't.yet. Look, isn't that him." The boy answered as he pointed towards the entrance of the Great Hall. "Whoa! He looks as if he's in a major bad mood." He continued.
"Why do you say that?" asked Goyle as he sat across from the seventh year boy.
"Because of that nasty scowl on his face, and you know what? I Betcha its Zabini's fault."
"Why?" then asked the two.
"Isn't it obvious. Zabini came not long before Draco entered the hall. Anyways, good luck guys. I bet that you'll be needing a whole lot of it."
"What do you mean?" asked Goyle, quite mystified by the boy's sudden change of interest. By then, Crabbe immediately understood what the boy meant, and thus thought of helping his friend out. He then sat beside his friend and tried explaining, "Isn't it obvious, Goyle? He's leaving."
"Yup! That's exactly the plan. So, see yah!" the lad cheerfully said.
"See yah. " answered the two in chorus, as the boy stood up to help himself with an apple. By the time he got his apple and was about to leave, Draco finally reached the Slytherin table.
"Oh, hey Malfoy! I'm just about to leave..Wants some apple?" Draco eyed the older boy as he raised his hand to give Draco a better view of the apple. At once, he thought of refusing the offer and said, "No, thanks" looking quite disgusted by the boys choice of supper.
The boy then raised his right hand, which was holding the apple, towards his face in order to have a better view of it. He gaped at it for a while, then he immediately dropped his hand and just smiled at the three boys and said, "Alright then, bye!"
The three boys then watched him go as his retreating figure slowly disappears amidst the entering mob of giggling Hufflepuff girls. While watching him go, Draco just can't help thinking of how mean Blaise was to him, and how hurt Ginny looked like when she ran away from Potter. 'Damn that Potter.why does he have to have Ginny for a girlfriend? He bloody doesn't deserve her. She's too good for him.'
As he was thinking of this, he was suddenly interrupted by one of his companions' greeting.
"Hey, boss!" greeted Crabbe, as Draco took his eyes off the entrance door to look at his cronies.
"H-he-hey boss! .What's up?" then asked Goyle. With that, Draco just remembered what happened a while ago by the lake.
' " You made me believe that you love me, and that you care for me! I believed in you. You made me think that 'The Famous Harry Potter' loves me. And I hate myself. I hate myself for falling for such idiocy." '
Remembering what Ginny said, Draco's rage suddenly built up. He then looked at his crony, and then began talking in an unpleasant tone.
"What's up? Well, I'll tell you what's up. Potter is a slimy, worthless, git."
"Oh.so what's that suppose to mean?" Goyle asked, rather stupidly.
Draco then raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised by the futility of his companion, and afterwards said, "Goyle, is it just me, or is it just that you're too slow to even understand a single word I'm saying?! .Don't you bloody get it?! Potter-Is-A-Slimy-Worthless-GIT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! Draco exclaimed.
"Uhh.s-sure, boss. So, does that mean that you're not mad at Zabini?" questioned Goyle.
"What?" Draco asked, confused.
Crabbe then looked at his boss's face, and immediately knew that if he won't act right now, he and Goyle might end up in the cemetery. So, he decided to try covering up for his friend.
"Uhmm.forget it, boss. It was nothing. Goyle is just not feeling well today." He explained.
With that, Draco eyed the two suspiciously, and finally looked away to dismiss the matter. When he looked away, his stare just suddenly strayed down into the second to the last table from the fireplace. There his nemesis, Potter, sat with a whole bunch of Griffindorks. By the time he was enjoying seeing Potter fall from his seat because of one of Neville's clumsy spells, someone interrupted.
"Boss?"
"What?!" Draco asked, annoyed by this intrusion.
"I was just wondr'ng, what did Potter do? I mean, you're not the type of person that goes suddenly ballistic over some stupid reason, right?"
"What's your point, Crabbe?"
"Well boss, why are you angry at Potter?"
"Angry at him? ANGRY AT HIM?! I AM ANGRY AT HIM BECAUSE POTTER AND HIS STUPID GOODY-GOOD ways, MADE-A-HELL-OUT-OF-HER!" Draco yelled back.
"C-calm down, boss.the whole school's staring at you." Muttered Crabbe.
"Ya, boss. Crabbe's right." Added Goyle.
Through this, Draco became completely irritated. He was absolutely infuriated since he is too proud to let someone (especially one of his dim- witted cronies) tell him what to do. He had finally had enough, and was ready to pound someone. He stood erect and faced Goyle. Then he began to bellow, "Will you bloody shut up. Not only you (*points a finger at Goyle*), but the BOTH OF YOU! Let them stare 'til their eyes fall off their sockets. I don't bloody hell care. So please, just zip your bloody mouth shut, and give me some PEACE!". There was then a pause before he continued. "Do I make myself clear?" he asked with much venom dripping from every word.
"S-sure thing, boss." the two stammered in chorus. Noticeably frightened by their boss's sudden outrage. Then, *sigh* "Of all the people in the world, why do I always end up with idiots like these two? What have I done to deserve this? Why do I always have to." Draco kept on asking to no one in particular.
"Uhm, boss?" asked Crabbe.
"What?" Draco asked while giving his crony a nasty glare.
"You were saying Potter did something to someone, specifically a her..W-we were just w-wondering w-who, who's this h-her."
Draco then became suspicious, and questioned, "Why do you ask? It's not as if you can do anything about it, right?"
"Well yes, you may be right, but you see, we might be able to help." Explained Crabbe as Goyle nods his head vigorously in agreement.
After Draco heard their side, he eyed them both cautiously for a moment, and finally said, "Alright then, but if you dare tell anyone about it, consider yourselves dead, gentlemen..You know me. I say it, I mean it. .Do I make myself clear?" Draco said threateningly to the two.
"Y-yes, boss (*gulp*)" the two stuttered once again.
Draco sneered at his two cronies. Just looking at their white-stricken faces, made him laugh. Finally, he dismissed the thought, and sat across the two. As he sat opposite them, he crossed his arms and smirked knowingly at them. "Ginny. Ginny Weasley."
"Excuse me boss?" asked Crabbe.
"You heard me. Ginny. .The girl that Pot-head made a hell out of is Ginny Weasley."
There was an uncomfortable silence that stretched for a moment. Then, "But boss, the weasel."
"Weasley" corrected Malfoy.
"Alright, Weasley, is your family's rival. I mean, you know the rules. Your father's gonna kill you if he finds out!" exclaimed Crabbe.
"If he finds out." Draco then gave the two a threatening glare as he stood up to start towards the exit.
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Author's Note: Sorry for that boring chapter. To be honest with you, I'm not that confident with my story. It's my first attempt, and this is just suppose to be a present for one of my fanfic-crazed friends. So, I'm really sorry, and please bear with me.
PS. I only rushed this chapter. Sorry if it's messed up. -Nepherei
[Three days ago (December the 15th) at Hogwart's grounds.]
"Shoot!" 'Damn that Potter. If only I could get a bit closer to him.I would.' thought the man standing behind one of Hogwart's largest trees.
This man, who's been standing behind the tree, is famous all around. He is branded to be the bad boy of the school, and unique for his platinum-blond hair. Yes, it is none other than the Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy is a sixth year Slytherin prefect. People refer to him as the slick, quick thinking, filthy rich, callous brat, who's greatly favored by the most despised potion master, Professor Severus Snape. But amidst all the rumors and gossips, he is not entirely heartless. No, he is after all just human.
While he was deep in thought, hidden through the shadow of a large oak tree, Draco failed to realize that there was someone else standing a few inches behind him. Slowly, the figure approached him and quietly called, "Draco?". But Draco just ignored it and continued thinking, 'I would.'.
"Drraaaccccooo?" still continued the voice.
'I would.' he still continued thinking.
"DRACO! Are you deaf or what?!" the voice finally yelled from behind him.
At last, the loud yelling still lingering at the back of his head shook Draco. He was first stunned, then, was visited by his usual outburst. At once, he turned around and began yelling at the person behind him.
"WHAT-THE BLOODY-HELL-ARE-YOU-YELLING-FOR, WOMAN?!" he yelled back at the person that was yelling at him a while ago.
"Finally." The woman said, as she crossed her arms firmly across her chest.
"Blaise? What the." Draco asked, puzzled by the now-done yelling scene.
"Will you just stop your swearing and come with me. WE are gonna miss supper because of your spying around." She said accusingly as she pointed a finger at him.
Draco then looked at his surroundings, then at himself. Now, he was finally aware that he's been standing there for quite awhile, looking like some kind of a lunatic out from the mental hospital. .After a while, and after watching Prince Draco go all hazy and dreamy, Blaise finally had enough. She placed her fingers in front of Draco, and began snapping madly in front of him. At last! He was brought back down to earth.
At once, Draco knew that he have to cover-up for the all-dreamy part, so, he decided to go backtracking on what previously happened. He then had an idea, and began covering himself up for the spying around part.
"Spying around? Who told you that?"
Blaise then thought that that was too much already. She then was about to scold Draco for his being such an insufferable git, but instead, just said, "Oh just forget it!" she thus turned her heels and started towards the castle.
"Hey Blaise! Where are you going?!" Draco yelled at her retreating figure.
"Where does it look like?!" she answered back.
"Good.." he muttered to himself (satisfied that he got away, alive). Then realizing that it's getting dark, and that he's now alone on the grounds, he called out to Blaise, "Hey! Wait up!"
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(A few minutes later in the Great Hall, at Slytherin table.)
"Hey, have you seen the boss?" asked Crabbe to one of the seventh year Slytherin boys as he and Goyle approach the Slytherin table.
"No, I haven't.yet. Look, isn't that him." The boy answered as he pointed towards the entrance of the Great Hall. "Whoa! He looks as if he's in a major bad mood." He continued.
"Why do you say that?" asked Goyle as he sat across from the seventh year boy.
"Because of that nasty scowl on his face, and you know what? I Betcha its Zabini's fault."
"Why?" then asked the two.
"Isn't it obvious. Zabini came not long before Draco entered the hall. Anyways, good luck guys. I bet that you'll be needing a whole lot of it."
"What do you mean?" asked Goyle, quite mystified by the boy's sudden change of interest. By then, Crabbe immediately understood what the boy meant, and thus thought of helping his friend out. He then sat beside his friend and tried explaining, "Isn't it obvious, Goyle? He's leaving."
"Yup! That's exactly the plan. So, see yah!" the lad cheerfully said.
"See yah. " answered the two in chorus, as the boy stood up to help himself with an apple. By the time he got his apple and was about to leave, Draco finally reached the Slytherin table.
"Oh, hey Malfoy! I'm just about to leave..Wants some apple?" Draco eyed the older boy as he raised his hand to give Draco a better view of the apple. At once, he thought of refusing the offer and said, "No, thanks" looking quite disgusted by the boys choice of supper.
The boy then raised his right hand, which was holding the apple, towards his face in order to have a better view of it. He gaped at it for a while, then he immediately dropped his hand and just smiled at the three boys and said, "Alright then, bye!"
The three boys then watched him go as his retreating figure slowly disappears amidst the entering mob of giggling Hufflepuff girls. While watching him go, Draco just can't help thinking of how mean Blaise was to him, and how hurt Ginny looked like when she ran away from Potter. 'Damn that Potter.why does he have to have Ginny for a girlfriend? He bloody doesn't deserve her. She's too good for him.'
As he was thinking of this, he was suddenly interrupted by one of his companions' greeting.
"Hey, boss!" greeted Crabbe, as Draco took his eyes off the entrance door to look at his cronies.
"H-he-hey boss! .What's up?" then asked Goyle. With that, Draco just remembered what happened a while ago by the lake.
' " You made me believe that you love me, and that you care for me! I believed in you. You made me think that 'The Famous Harry Potter' loves me. And I hate myself. I hate myself for falling for such idiocy." '
Remembering what Ginny said, Draco's rage suddenly built up. He then looked at his crony, and then began talking in an unpleasant tone.
"What's up? Well, I'll tell you what's up. Potter is a slimy, worthless, git."
"Oh.so what's that suppose to mean?" Goyle asked, rather stupidly.
Draco then raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised by the futility of his companion, and afterwards said, "Goyle, is it just me, or is it just that you're too slow to even understand a single word I'm saying?! .Don't you bloody get it?! Potter-Is-A-Slimy-Worthless-GIT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! Draco exclaimed.
"Uhh.s-sure, boss. So, does that mean that you're not mad at Zabini?" questioned Goyle.
"What?" Draco asked, confused.
Crabbe then looked at his boss's face, and immediately knew that if he won't act right now, he and Goyle might end up in the cemetery. So, he decided to try covering up for his friend.
"Uhmm.forget it, boss. It was nothing. Goyle is just not feeling well today." He explained.
With that, Draco eyed the two suspiciously, and finally looked away to dismiss the matter. When he looked away, his stare just suddenly strayed down into the second to the last table from the fireplace. There his nemesis, Potter, sat with a whole bunch of Griffindorks. By the time he was enjoying seeing Potter fall from his seat because of one of Neville's clumsy spells, someone interrupted.
"Boss?"
"What?!" Draco asked, annoyed by this intrusion.
"I was just wondr'ng, what did Potter do? I mean, you're not the type of person that goes suddenly ballistic over some stupid reason, right?"
"What's your point, Crabbe?"
"Well boss, why are you angry at Potter?"
"Angry at him? ANGRY AT HIM?! I AM ANGRY AT HIM BECAUSE POTTER AND HIS STUPID GOODY-GOOD ways, MADE-A-HELL-OUT-OF-HER!" Draco yelled back.
"C-calm down, boss.the whole school's staring at you." Muttered Crabbe.
"Ya, boss. Crabbe's right." Added Goyle.
Through this, Draco became completely irritated. He was absolutely infuriated since he is too proud to let someone (especially one of his dim- witted cronies) tell him what to do. He had finally had enough, and was ready to pound someone. He stood erect and faced Goyle. Then he began to bellow, "Will you bloody shut up. Not only you (*points a finger at Goyle*), but the BOTH OF YOU! Let them stare 'til their eyes fall off their sockets. I don't bloody hell care. So please, just zip your bloody mouth shut, and give me some PEACE!". There was then a pause before he continued. "Do I make myself clear?" he asked with much venom dripping from every word.
"S-sure thing, boss." the two stammered in chorus. Noticeably frightened by their boss's sudden outrage. Then, *sigh* "Of all the people in the world, why do I always end up with idiots like these two? What have I done to deserve this? Why do I always have to." Draco kept on asking to no one in particular.
"Uhm, boss?" asked Crabbe.
"What?" Draco asked while giving his crony a nasty glare.
"You were saying Potter did something to someone, specifically a her..W-we were just w-wondering w-who, who's this h-her."
Draco then became suspicious, and questioned, "Why do you ask? It's not as if you can do anything about it, right?"
"Well yes, you may be right, but you see, we might be able to help." Explained Crabbe as Goyle nods his head vigorously in agreement.
After Draco heard their side, he eyed them both cautiously for a moment, and finally said, "Alright then, but if you dare tell anyone about it, consider yourselves dead, gentlemen..You know me. I say it, I mean it. .Do I make myself clear?" Draco said threateningly to the two.
"Y-yes, boss (*gulp*)" the two stuttered once again.
Draco sneered at his two cronies. Just looking at their white-stricken faces, made him laugh. Finally, he dismissed the thought, and sat across the two. As he sat opposite them, he crossed his arms and smirked knowingly at them. "Ginny. Ginny Weasley."
"Excuse me boss?" asked Crabbe.
"You heard me. Ginny. .The girl that Pot-head made a hell out of is Ginny Weasley."
There was an uncomfortable silence that stretched for a moment. Then, "But boss, the weasel."
"Weasley" corrected Malfoy.
"Alright, Weasley, is your family's rival. I mean, you know the rules. Your father's gonna kill you if he finds out!" exclaimed Crabbe.
"If he finds out." Draco then gave the two a threatening glare as he stood up to start towards the exit.
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Author's Note: Sorry for that boring chapter. To be honest with you, I'm not that confident with my story. It's my first attempt, and this is just suppose to be a present for one of my fanfic-crazed friends. So, I'm really sorry, and please bear with me.
PS. I only rushed this chapter. Sorry if it's messed up. -Nepherei