Warning: I have rated the story a PG-13 because there will be an eventual
Harry/Draco slash pairing. So please avoid this fic if you do not like the
idea of a same sex romantic pairing.
Disclaimer: Everything is the property of J.K. Rowling. I'm just a humble dog not even worthy of dusting her shoes.
A/N: Loads of thanks to my beta reader Trephinia Cealyn!
The Untold Want
Chapter 2: Dumbledore offers pumpkin pie
Madam Pomfrey, obviously alarmed by Draco's desperate cry rushed to the side of the bed, and would have surely tripped on Harry, who was still wearing his Invisibility Cloak, if he hadn't ducked under the bed at the last minute. It was quite dusty there and for a fearful moment he thought he was going to sneeze. He held his breath, praying for the tingling in his nose to go away.
'What's wrong Draco?' he heard Madam Pomfrey say. 'Why are you shouting in the middle of the night?' 'Ah...eh... a nightmare...' Malfoy mumbled. As quietly as he could Harry crept to the other side of the bed and rolled out. He made sure that every part of his body was concealed with the Cloak and then stood up. Madam Pomfrey was tucking Malfoy in, pulling the covers till his chin, and he allowed this, seeming not to comprehend what was going on, blond tufts of hair stuck on his sweaty forehead, his eyes gazing unfocused around the room.
But his expression changed abruptly when Madam Pomfrey attempted to shove a huge piece of chocolate in his mouth. He coughed and his eyes bulged as he gasped for air. Harry watched them both in panic, not knowing what to do. Madam Pomfrey didn't seem to notice that Malfoy was almost choking to death, she calmly arranged the pillows and then patted his forehead affectionately.
'Don't you worry darling,' she smiled. 'It was just a nightmare. I'll stay here with you tonight.' Oh no, Harry thought. He'd never be able to get out. He would have to spend the whole night there, watching Madam Pomfrey feed a semi-paranoid Malfoy sweets. 'Well, I'm grateful for your concern,' Draco replied coldly, regaining his composure. 'But I'd much rather be alone now' he added, raising one eyebrow.
Madam Pomfrey's lips thinned in irritation. 'Suit yourself Malfoy. I'll be back in the morning.' She marched to the door, opened it dramatically and Harry just managed to slip out before she slammed it shut behind her.
Draco wiped his forehead and fell back on the cushions breathing heavily. 'Stupid cow' he muttered, wiping chocolate from the corner of his mouth. 'It was just a nightmare,' he repeated to himself angrily. 'Just a nightmare, you sick bastard.' God, how he hated to lose control. Someone was going to pay for this. And at last he had the means to make him pay.
Everything was still dark and utterly quiet, this eerie calmness that falls upon the world before the first pale light of dawn. Harry ran and ran towards the Gryffindor tower, not bothering any more to disguise the sound of his footsteps. He stormed through the corridors, slipping and falling and knocking down almost everything in sight. Suddenly the milky shadow of a knight appeared through a wall and stopped right in front of him. It was Nearly Headless Nick, who was looking around in confusion, trying to locate the source of the noise, his hand closing over the hilt of his ghostly sword.
Harry's reflexes weren't quick enough, he went right through the ghost, landed face-down on the floor and the Cloak slid from his shoulders. He shivered, feeling as if someone had dumped a bucket of icy water over him.
'Dear Lord what was that?' Near-Headless Nick exclaimed in surprise. 'Oh, it's Harry Potter. What are you doing, running around Hogwarts in the middle of the night dear boy?'
'I was at the hospital wing.' Harry admitted, while struggling to stand up with as much dignity as possible.
'How noble of you!' the ghost declared in excitement. 'To pay your respects to the wounded enemy!'
'Well, not really. Look Nick, I would be grateful if you kept quiet about this.'
'But of course brave boy. The secret of your nightly escapade is safe with me. I swear it on my sword, as any noble knight would.' The ghost's empty eyes twinkled. 'Of course not all knights are noble, like for example that buffoon, Sir Patrick Delany Podmore, the headless ghost, who didn't keep the oath he made once to the lovely Morgana and then she...'
'Excuse me Nick,' Harry interrupted him weakly. 'If you don't mind I think I'll go to bed now.'
'But of course. Go get some rest and don't you worry about a thing Harry.'
Nearly Headless Nick's advice didn't help and Harry climbed into his bed feeling very worried about a variety of things. He thought he would never be able to sleep but soon the exhaustion overcame him and he sank into a deep, death-like sleep with no dreams or nightmares to distract him.
Breakfast at the Great Hall wasn't a pleasant affair. The whole Slytherin table was looking daggers at him, apart from Goyle who was holding his head looking sick. Breakfast tasted like sawdust, even after three spoonfuls of sugar the tea was like bitter gall in his mouth. The empty seat at the Slytherin table seemed to grow in size every moment that passed by. It was becoming huge, taking over almost the whole dining hall and he just couldn't take his eyes off it.
'Come on Harry!' Ron snapped impatiently, locating the aim of Harry's gaze. 'It wasn't your fault. The stupid git got himself in it. Dumbledore will take your side for sure.' Hopefully.
The rest of the Gryffindors seemed to share Ron's optimism. Every few minutes someone would come and pat Harry on the back to congratulate him as if he was a war hero, while Colin and his brother blinded him with their camera flashlights.
'There he is!' Fred exclaimed enthusiastically. 'The Boy Who Freed Hogwarts From Slimy Slytherins!'
'Indeed! All Hail The Mighty Slayer Of Blond Snobbish Gits!' George added, throwing a bread roll to catch Harry's attention. It ended up in Hermione's cornflakes, staining her robes with milk. She looked up, scowling at the twins.
'You think this is all a joke!' she hissed angrily. 'Don't you understand how serious the matter is? Malfoy could have died! And Harry is in danger of getting expelled if the situation isn't cleared up!'
'You must be joking Herm!' Ron countered, rushing in his brothers' aid. 'Harry expelled? For what? He didn't do anything wrong!'
'I know that Ron, but others don't and this behavior won't help anyone, much less Harry and... Hey Harry wait for us!'
Classes proved to be a welcomed distraction. It was still hard to concentrate with half the Slytherins staring at him venomously, mumbling death threats but Harry did his best. He even managed to keep his patience when Professor Trelawny predicted a future for him as a murderous criminal who would end his days locked up in Azkaban.
During Double Potions, while Snape was explaining the side effects of the Veritaserum potion there was a polite knock on the door and Colin Creevy entered looking completely terrified. Obviously he hadn't forgotten the last time he had interrupted Snape's class during the Triwizard tournament. 'Excuse me... Your Highness.... er... Professor... the Headmaster needs to talk to some of the students.'
'Which ones?' Snape inquired sounding not at all annoyed.
'Erm... Granger, Weasley and Finnigan from Gryffindor. Goyle, Crabbe and Zabini from Slytherin.'
'Off you go then' Snape nodded and as they stood up to leave he glanced at Harry with a little malicious smile.
Professor McGonagall came to him after the class ended, while he was trying to pack his school bag with trembling hands. 'The Headmaster will see you know Potter. Follow me.'
They walked in silence through empty corridors and half lit chambers while the stone walls echoed with the cheerful noise of the other students rushing to the Great Hall for dinner. Harry bowed his head, the lump in his throat was threatening to suffocate him.
'Pepper Imps' Professor McGonagall said when they stopped in front of the secret entrance leading to Dumbledore's office. Immediately the stone wall moved revealing the familiar spiral staircase.
'I'll wait here for you Potter.' McGonagall promised, while she pushed him gently in. If her face wasn't half hidden in the shadows he would have sworn she had winked at him.
Harry knocked and his heart sank when he heard Dumbledore grumble impatiently 'Come in.' Fawkes was sitting in his usual place on the golden perch but didn't seem to be in very good health and when Harry greeted him, he just croaked weakly and glared at him with blurry eyes. Dumbledore was staring at some pieces of broken glass on his desk looking unusually stern, but his face lit up when he saw Harry.
'How nice to see you Harry! How were the summer vacations? Tea? Or some nice hot chocolate, muggle-style?'
'Tea would be fine Sir, thank you.' Harry said trying to force down the panic that was bubbling up inside. Dumbledore studied him calmly for a moment before speaking. 'A very unfortunate and complicated affair Harry,' he commented finally, handing him a steaming cup of tea. 'I'll get right to the point. The problem Harry, is that Draco Malfoy claims you pushed him down the stairs. Would you like some nice vanilla pudding?'
'What?' Harry gasped, spilling the burning tea on his lap. 'Sir, I didn't.... It was an accident... I'm sure there are witnesses.'
'Ah, there are indeed witnesses and I spoke to all of them.' Dumbledore sounded exhausted. 'The Gryffindors swear that you didn't, the Slytherins are convinced that you did.' He looked at the pieces of broken glass in dismay. 'This was a nice crystal ball before Ron Weasley decided to use more effective methods to change Blaise Zabini's opinion. But no one really saw what happened.' Dumbledore sighed so gently it was barely audible. 'I believe you Harry but it's out of my hands. I just got an owl from Lucius Malfoy. He managed to convince the Council that you must be punished.'
'Punished, Sir?'
'I'm afraid you will be expelled Harry. Some pumpkin pie perhaps?'
Expelled. Harry blinked. The office started to swim around him, Dumbledore's face dissolved into a white spot, he forced himself to look up so the tears wouldn't roll on his cheeks. Dumbledore's voice floated to his ears as if it was coming from a great distance, an echo in a dark tunnel with no way out. Expelled. Banished from the Wizardry world.
'I wouldn't worry too much about it Harry. Sometimes there is no middle road. You have to push some people to the extremes to achieve a result. Just wait and see. You're sure you don't want some pumpkin pie?'
What was Dumbledore talking about? Which extremes? What result? Which pumpkin pie? This is all a bad dream Harry thought for the second time in two days. I'll just wake up now. I'm still at the Dursleys. The fifth year, not yet... I need to pack... Hogwarts Express... hurry... Ron... Hermione... Draco Malfoy.
There was a light knock on the door, then Draco Malfoy waltzed in gracefully and seated himself without being asked to. He fixed his gaze on Harry, raising his chin defiantly. Harry snapped out of his dreamlike state and was back in his body, his senses alert, feeling completely alive and livid with anger. He glowered at Malfoy as if he was looking at the embodiment of pure evil, the spiteful harpy that was out there to destroy his life. The air was dense, electrified with tension and unspoken challenges.
There was a light, almost invisible silver scar on his left cheek, dark shadows around his eyes, deepening their grey color, but apart from that Draco seemed to be in perfect health. Malfoy is part Veela, Harry realized in surprise, the silver blood of these beautiful and heartless monsters runs in his veins.
'What are you staring at Potter?' Malfoy sneered.
'At a lying bastard.'
'Oh, really you paragon of virtue?'
'Some tea?' Dumbledore interrupted them, handing a cup to Draco. He took the cup and sniffed it suspiciously before tasting the tea.
'I believe my father has contacted you, Sir' he declared with a sly grin.
'Indeed. I am sure you will be happy to learn that Harry Potter will be expelled. You'll never see him again' Dumbledore replied pleasantly.
'Expelled, Sir?'
There was a strange tone in Draco's voice that sounded vaguely familiar and Harry turned to look at him again. Malfoy's hands were gripping, white- knuckled at the steaming cup. There was a spark of surprise flashing in the grey eyes, then something like fear, and then the mask of contempt and hostility slid back in. 'Serves him right' he commented in a strained voice. 'If you don't mind, I'll go now Sir. I have a light headache.' He placed the cup on the desk and rushed out, before Harry or Dumbledore had the chance to say anything.
Draco stumbled in the empty passageways leading to the Slytherin dungeons, breathing heavily. Potter would get expelled. Potter would not be there tomorrow. He wouldn't have to see him again. Concentrate, Draco concentrate.
He could owl his father but it would take too long. What was there to do now? He rushed to the dorm that was fortunately still empty, collapsed on the bed and buried his face in the white pillows. He suddenly remembered that Gregory kept a large amount of alcoholic butterbeer under his bed. He crawled under there and pulled out a couple of dusty bottles. He opened one and sipped eagerly half of it.
He stood up and still holding the bottle he glanced at the elegant oval mirror hanging over his bed, a birthday present from his mother. 'Handsome boy' the mirror flattered him as always. 'Beautiful, powerful wizard.' Draco smiled. 'You pushed it too far this time pretty one. You pushed it too far, didn't you?' His smile disappeared. 'Nobody asked for your opinion!' he snapped at the mirror and gulped down the rest of the beer, reaching immediately for a new one.
Now where was his ink bottle and his quill? Where the HELL was his ink bottle and his quill?
Concentrate Draco, concentrate.
To be continued
A/N: I didn't like this chapter very much, I got fed up with it at some point but the next one should be much more interesting. Please review, it really helps if I know someone reads this!
Disclaimer: Everything is the property of J.K. Rowling. I'm just a humble dog not even worthy of dusting her shoes.
A/N: Loads of thanks to my beta reader Trephinia Cealyn!
The Untold Want
Chapter 2: Dumbledore offers pumpkin pie
Madam Pomfrey, obviously alarmed by Draco's desperate cry rushed to the side of the bed, and would have surely tripped on Harry, who was still wearing his Invisibility Cloak, if he hadn't ducked under the bed at the last minute. It was quite dusty there and for a fearful moment he thought he was going to sneeze. He held his breath, praying for the tingling in his nose to go away.
'What's wrong Draco?' he heard Madam Pomfrey say. 'Why are you shouting in the middle of the night?' 'Ah...eh... a nightmare...' Malfoy mumbled. As quietly as he could Harry crept to the other side of the bed and rolled out. He made sure that every part of his body was concealed with the Cloak and then stood up. Madam Pomfrey was tucking Malfoy in, pulling the covers till his chin, and he allowed this, seeming not to comprehend what was going on, blond tufts of hair stuck on his sweaty forehead, his eyes gazing unfocused around the room.
But his expression changed abruptly when Madam Pomfrey attempted to shove a huge piece of chocolate in his mouth. He coughed and his eyes bulged as he gasped for air. Harry watched them both in panic, not knowing what to do. Madam Pomfrey didn't seem to notice that Malfoy was almost choking to death, she calmly arranged the pillows and then patted his forehead affectionately.
'Don't you worry darling,' she smiled. 'It was just a nightmare. I'll stay here with you tonight.' Oh no, Harry thought. He'd never be able to get out. He would have to spend the whole night there, watching Madam Pomfrey feed a semi-paranoid Malfoy sweets. 'Well, I'm grateful for your concern,' Draco replied coldly, regaining his composure. 'But I'd much rather be alone now' he added, raising one eyebrow.
Madam Pomfrey's lips thinned in irritation. 'Suit yourself Malfoy. I'll be back in the morning.' She marched to the door, opened it dramatically and Harry just managed to slip out before she slammed it shut behind her.
Draco wiped his forehead and fell back on the cushions breathing heavily. 'Stupid cow' he muttered, wiping chocolate from the corner of his mouth. 'It was just a nightmare,' he repeated to himself angrily. 'Just a nightmare, you sick bastard.' God, how he hated to lose control. Someone was going to pay for this. And at last he had the means to make him pay.
Everything was still dark and utterly quiet, this eerie calmness that falls upon the world before the first pale light of dawn. Harry ran and ran towards the Gryffindor tower, not bothering any more to disguise the sound of his footsteps. He stormed through the corridors, slipping and falling and knocking down almost everything in sight. Suddenly the milky shadow of a knight appeared through a wall and stopped right in front of him. It was Nearly Headless Nick, who was looking around in confusion, trying to locate the source of the noise, his hand closing over the hilt of his ghostly sword.
Harry's reflexes weren't quick enough, he went right through the ghost, landed face-down on the floor and the Cloak slid from his shoulders. He shivered, feeling as if someone had dumped a bucket of icy water over him.
'Dear Lord what was that?' Near-Headless Nick exclaimed in surprise. 'Oh, it's Harry Potter. What are you doing, running around Hogwarts in the middle of the night dear boy?'
'I was at the hospital wing.' Harry admitted, while struggling to stand up with as much dignity as possible.
'How noble of you!' the ghost declared in excitement. 'To pay your respects to the wounded enemy!'
'Well, not really. Look Nick, I would be grateful if you kept quiet about this.'
'But of course brave boy. The secret of your nightly escapade is safe with me. I swear it on my sword, as any noble knight would.' The ghost's empty eyes twinkled. 'Of course not all knights are noble, like for example that buffoon, Sir Patrick Delany Podmore, the headless ghost, who didn't keep the oath he made once to the lovely Morgana and then she...'
'Excuse me Nick,' Harry interrupted him weakly. 'If you don't mind I think I'll go to bed now.'
'But of course. Go get some rest and don't you worry about a thing Harry.'
Nearly Headless Nick's advice didn't help and Harry climbed into his bed feeling very worried about a variety of things. He thought he would never be able to sleep but soon the exhaustion overcame him and he sank into a deep, death-like sleep with no dreams or nightmares to distract him.
Breakfast at the Great Hall wasn't a pleasant affair. The whole Slytherin table was looking daggers at him, apart from Goyle who was holding his head looking sick. Breakfast tasted like sawdust, even after three spoonfuls of sugar the tea was like bitter gall in his mouth. The empty seat at the Slytherin table seemed to grow in size every moment that passed by. It was becoming huge, taking over almost the whole dining hall and he just couldn't take his eyes off it.
'Come on Harry!' Ron snapped impatiently, locating the aim of Harry's gaze. 'It wasn't your fault. The stupid git got himself in it. Dumbledore will take your side for sure.' Hopefully.
The rest of the Gryffindors seemed to share Ron's optimism. Every few minutes someone would come and pat Harry on the back to congratulate him as if he was a war hero, while Colin and his brother blinded him with their camera flashlights.
'There he is!' Fred exclaimed enthusiastically. 'The Boy Who Freed Hogwarts From Slimy Slytherins!'
'Indeed! All Hail The Mighty Slayer Of Blond Snobbish Gits!' George added, throwing a bread roll to catch Harry's attention. It ended up in Hermione's cornflakes, staining her robes with milk. She looked up, scowling at the twins.
'You think this is all a joke!' she hissed angrily. 'Don't you understand how serious the matter is? Malfoy could have died! And Harry is in danger of getting expelled if the situation isn't cleared up!'
'You must be joking Herm!' Ron countered, rushing in his brothers' aid. 'Harry expelled? For what? He didn't do anything wrong!'
'I know that Ron, but others don't and this behavior won't help anyone, much less Harry and... Hey Harry wait for us!'
Classes proved to be a welcomed distraction. It was still hard to concentrate with half the Slytherins staring at him venomously, mumbling death threats but Harry did his best. He even managed to keep his patience when Professor Trelawny predicted a future for him as a murderous criminal who would end his days locked up in Azkaban.
During Double Potions, while Snape was explaining the side effects of the Veritaserum potion there was a polite knock on the door and Colin Creevy entered looking completely terrified. Obviously he hadn't forgotten the last time he had interrupted Snape's class during the Triwizard tournament. 'Excuse me... Your Highness.... er... Professor... the Headmaster needs to talk to some of the students.'
'Which ones?' Snape inquired sounding not at all annoyed.
'Erm... Granger, Weasley and Finnigan from Gryffindor. Goyle, Crabbe and Zabini from Slytherin.'
'Off you go then' Snape nodded and as they stood up to leave he glanced at Harry with a little malicious smile.
Professor McGonagall came to him after the class ended, while he was trying to pack his school bag with trembling hands. 'The Headmaster will see you know Potter. Follow me.'
They walked in silence through empty corridors and half lit chambers while the stone walls echoed with the cheerful noise of the other students rushing to the Great Hall for dinner. Harry bowed his head, the lump in his throat was threatening to suffocate him.
'Pepper Imps' Professor McGonagall said when they stopped in front of the secret entrance leading to Dumbledore's office. Immediately the stone wall moved revealing the familiar spiral staircase.
'I'll wait here for you Potter.' McGonagall promised, while she pushed him gently in. If her face wasn't half hidden in the shadows he would have sworn she had winked at him.
Harry knocked and his heart sank when he heard Dumbledore grumble impatiently 'Come in.' Fawkes was sitting in his usual place on the golden perch but didn't seem to be in very good health and when Harry greeted him, he just croaked weakly and glared at him with blurry eyes. Dumbledore was staring at some pieces of broken glass on his desk looking unusually stern, but his face lit up when he saw Harry.
'How nice to see you Harry! How were the summer vacations? Tea? Or some nice hot chocolate, muggle-style?'
'Tea would be fine Sir, thank you.' Harry said trying to force down the panic that was bubbling up inside. Dumbledore studied him calmly for a moment before speaking. 'A very unfortunate and complicated affair Harry,' he commented finally, handing him a steaming cup of tea. 'I'll get right to the point. The problem Harry, is that Draco Malfoy claims you pushed him down the stairs. Would you like some nice vanilla pudding?'
'What?' Harry gasped, spilling the burning tea on his lap. 'Sir, I didn't.... It was an accident... I'm sure there are witnesses.'
'Ah, there are indeed witnesses and I spoke to all of them.' Dumbledore sounded exhausted. 'The Gryffindors swear that you didn't, the Slytherins are convinced that you did.' He looked at the pieces of broken glass in dismay. 'This was a nice crystal ball before Ron Weasley decided to use more effective methods to change Blaise Zabini's opinion. But no one really saw what happened.' Dumbledore sighed so gently it was barely audible. 'I believe you Harry but it's out of my hands. I just got an owl from Lucius Malfoy. He managed to convince the Council that you must be punished.'
'Punished, Sir?'
'I'm afraid you will be expelled Harry. Some pumpkin pie perhaps?'
Expelled. Harry blinked. The office started to swim around him, Dumbledore's face dissolved into a white spot, he forced himself to look up so the tears wouldn't roll on his cheeks. Dumbledore's voice floated to his ears as if it was coming from a great distance, an echo in a dark tunnel with no way out. Expelled. Banished from the Wizardry world.
'I wouldn't worry too much about it Harry. Sometimes there is no middle road. You have to push some people to the extremes to achieve a result. Just wait and see. You're sure you don't want some pumpkin pie?'
What was Dumbledore talking about? Which extremes? What result? Which pumpkin pie? This is all a bad dream Harry thought for the second time in two days. I'll just wake up now. I'm still at the Dursleys. The fifth year, not yet... I need to pack... Hogwarts Express... hurry... Ron... Hermione... Draco Malfoy.
There was a light knock on the door, then Draco Malfoy waltzed in gracefully and seated himself without being asked to. He fixed his gaze on Harry, raising his chin defiantly. Harry snapped out of his dreamlike state and was back in his body, his senses alert, feeling completely alive and livid with anger. He glowered at Malfoy as if he was looking at the embodiment of pure evil, the spiteful harpy that was out there to destroy his life. The air was dense, electrified with tension and unspoken challenges.
There was a light, almost invisible silver scar on his left cheek, dark shadows around his eyes, deepening their grey color, but apart from that Draco seemed to be in perfect health. Malfoy is part Veela, Harry realized in surprise, the silver blood of these beautiful and heartless monsters runs in his veins.
'What are you staring at Potter?' Malfoy sneered.
'At a lying bastard.'
'Oh, really you paragon of virtue?'
'Some tea?' Dumbledore interrupted them, handing a cup to Draco. He took the cup and sniffed it suspiciously before tasting the tea.
'I believe my father has contacted you, Sir' he declared with a sly grin.
'Indeed. I am sure you will be happy to learn that Harry Potter will be expelled. You'll never see him again' Dumbledore replied pleasantly.
'Expelled, Sir?'
There was a strange tone in Draco's voice that sounded vaguely familiar and Harry turned to look at him again. Malfoy's hands were gripping, white- knuckled at the steaming cup. There was a spark of surprise flashing in the grey eyes, then something like fear, and then the mask of contempt and hostility slid back in. 'Serves him right' he commented in a strained voice. 'If you don't mind, I'll go now Sir. I have a light headache.' He placed the cup on the desk and rushed out, before Harry or Dumbledore had the chance to say anything.
Draco stumbled in the empty passageways leading to the Slytherin dungeons, breathing heavily. Potter would get expelled. Potter would not be there tomorrow. He wouldn't have to see him again. Concentrate, Draco concentrate.
He could owl his father but it would take too long. What was there to do now? He rushed to the dorm that was fortunately still empty, collapsed on the bed and buried his face in the white pillows. He suddenly remembered that Gregory kept a large amount of alcoholic butterbeer under his bed. He crawled under there and pulled out a couple of dusty bottles. He opened one and sipped eagerly half of it.
He stood up and still holding the bottle he glanced at the elegant oval mirror hanging over his bed, a birthday present from his mother. 'Handsome boy' the mirror flattered him as always. 'Beautiful, powerful wizard.' Draco smiled. 'You pushed it too far this time pretty one. You pushed it too far, didn't you?' His smile disappeared. 'Nobody asked for your opinion!' he snapped at the mirror and gulped down the rest of the beer, reaching immediately for a new one.
Now where was his ink bottle and his quill? Where the HELL was his ink bottle and his quill?
Concentrate Draco, concentrate.
To be continued
A/N: I didn't like this chapter very much, I got fed up with it at some point but the next one should be much more interesting. Please review, it really helps if I know someone reads this!