Title: Dead Love
Summary: Draco is leaving to follow his father's path, leaving Harry with only a letter?
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A/N: We don't know how to rate this story of ours. So we're quite sorry. This is supposed to be one-shot fic but it's too big. People will get bored...so, we just divided it. ^^ En joy!
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The Great hall looked its usual lustrious self in the morning, golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of early morning sun. The four long tables were packed of chattering students, looking forward Christmas...and of course a break from a very tiring year (so far).
The Gryffindor table was in its usual state, Hermione---eyeing her housemates over a humongous book in front of her. It's their last year anyway. Besides, she always finds it amusing watching them in the morning. Dean who always try and catch up with his homework, Seamus was salivating his scrambled eggs, obviously asleep. Harry looked like he is going to detached his jaw with his yawns, Ron who never ceases to sleep in his meals even though he's more sleepy than the others, and of course, Neville with his early morning stares. Lavender and Parvati are still giggling for god knows what. Hermione have to smile for herself, she's definitely going to miss this site.
The great big doors of the hall opened and the Slytherin prince came strutting in, flanked with his cronies, Pansy and her girlfriends and Zabini and Nott. Draco grew a good 6 ft, hair grew, ending it midway thru his neck...he stopped using gel though, making some strands of silver- blonde hair fall from his face.
If last year, this group of Slytherin were nasty, this year nothing seemed to compare to it. They were horrible to Harry and co. Throw pranks on them whenever possible and side remarks never ends in the hall. If something good changed, the way they look, specially Malfoy was one to be noticed. Harry glared at them, Ron looks like he lost his appetite. Draco just smirked his famous Malfoy smirked, and whispered something to his acquaintance and they all start snickering, Crabbe and Goyle laughed out loud, which was really pathetic, due to Hermione's opinion anyway.
"Stupid git..." Ron muttered. Harry nodded his agreement. "Malfoy and his attempt to make a dramatic entrance."
"Well...it did work now, does it? It did get your attention...." Hermione stated in a matter-of-fact.
"Whatever Mione' finally, after this year, No more dealings with an egomaniac Malfoy and his dumb and dumber cronies, and of course! Malfoy never ends with that...with him, there's a package deal...Pansy with her disgusting lip glossed friends and with a faggot Zabini and try hard Nott." Dean snickered and Seamus snorted in his sleep. "And...a BONUS!" Ron grinned gleefully. "No more greasy potion master looming over us like a ding bat..." As Ron smiled wider, a shadow fell from his little form, the people surrounding him was silent, and Neville was cowering as he always did when the spoken potion master is around ten feet. "Don't tell me...he's at my back huh?" Came a squeak from the famous Ron Weasley. Seamus nodded in affirmation, the only one who's out of his trance, feeling sorry for his dorm mate.
"Greasy potion master, you say? Mr. Weasley?" Said in voice more than a whisper, the professor crossed his arms and raised a velvet black eyebrow. "And a looming ding bat, as I may add?" Malfoy and his so- called 'package deal' stopped and paid attention to their head of the house as what he would do to a certain red haired. Ron turned crimson on the process, praying for the gods that this might one of his nightmares. "Detention, Mr. Weasley...and 25 points from Gryffindor! Tonight, at my office!" With that, he left, his robes dramatically swept behind him.
"Oh this is just too lovely Weasley! Calling Professor Snape that!" Pansy roared over the Slytherin table.
"Probably thinks he's much better than him then..." Malfoy sneered. "He earns better money than your father, Weasley!" He added.
Harry had to grab him under the table to restrain him in strangling Malfoy to death. "He's not worth it, Ron." The green-eyed hissed.
"Not worth it, Potter?" Draco tried and wangled the both of them. "Oh I bet your having wet dreams about me, Golden Boy...you'd probably steal any chance on having contact with me, aren't ya?" He drawled. "Playing for both sides, aren't you?"
"Shove it, Malfoy!" Said Hermione furiously. She was now trying to hold two boys from being sent to Azkaban or worst, expelled. Harry is known as the hottest gay at Hogwarts. He came out in their sixth yr., when Chang and him are snogging, the Ravenclaw laughed out at him with his attempt to stick his tongue into hers. Little did he know, that Chang is as bad as the Patil girls and the secret was out, just like a wild fire that same day, it is also a humor that he has his crush with the pale boy, but of course, humors are just...rumors.
"Shut up, Mudblood...stupid you are to think you can order me around." He smirked at her outraged form. He is obviously overjoyed by the fact that this day won't be that bad after all.
"Are you planning to watch the Quidditch World Cup this year?" Seamus asked with an attempt to change the topic and calm his housemates. Apparently, his attempt worked and the trio smiled up at him for gratitude.
This only maddened the Slytherin in the process. "No one! I mean NO ONE has ever ignored a Malfoy before! They so are gonna pay for this!" Crabbe and Goyle agreed, but then again, they always agree as what to Malfoy always says. Pansy and the other just nodded, looking disapprovingly at the Gryffindor table.
The owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, and an Eagle Owl landed swiftly in Draco's side wrist, with his father's letter tied neatly on his leg. Giving it some owl treats, it flew away, without the letter this time.
"Who is it from, Draco?" Pansy asked anxiously. Her voice full of worries and concern. Draco smiled at the thought of Pansy being nice and all, it doesn't become her.
"Who do you think would use an acute Eagle owl just for a letter, dear Pansy?" Draco asked as he opened the letter. Pansy said 'Oh' in reply. Scanning the letter, his hands begun trembling, his face turned ashen. Putting down the letter, he eyed his friends carefully, giving them a meaningful look. Pansy gasped and grabbed the letter, reading it and passing it to Blaise, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle.
"What now, Drake?" She asked, trembling. Blaise comforted her, whispering some words to soothe her, even though it didn't calm himself. Draco took his wand and set the letter on fire, just as his father instructed him at the letter.
"Keep up your faces. Let's go to my room." Draco instructed as calmly as he could and stood up. The others followed, held their chin high, a plastered smirk on their faces. The sapphire-eyed boy took a chance to glance at the Gryffindor table, in search of a familiar raven-haired guy. He saw him, and he just have to smile to himself as he saw Potter laughing with the Weasley and Granger at something Finnigan just did with his boyfriend, Dean Thomas.
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The six of them entered the Head Boy's room, minus Pansy's gang of girls. They settled themselves comfortably in the couches while Draco started to pace around.
"Ok, so first off...my father is taking me by 10 pm, tonight. We have a lot of time to plan things." The pale boy stated.
"This is unexpected, Draco! You're suppose to take it after your seventh year!" Blaise noted. "He did promise you that! That bastard!"
"You read the letter, Zabini, the Dark Lord wants me..." Answered Draco. "Now, we just have to put our original plans into action for...15 hrs." He sighed and plopped himself in the couch. "how am I going to do that?"
"Draco...we can do this...we're here to help you." Nott smiled at him wearily.
"I know...thanks. Right then! First stop...Dumbledore's office. Next, Professor Snape and then...I guess that settles all scores."
"You're forgetting something!" Crabbe grinned at him almost teasingly, in spite the situation they are in. Draco gave him a questioning look. "Potter." All of them giggled at Draco's face.
"Yeah...your 'Oh, I bet your having wet-dreams about me golden boy' façade at breakfast was really fascinating, Draco. I bet it aroused you to no end to see Potter blushed like that huh?!" Blaise smirked at his friend, finding it amusing to see Draco trying to hide his grin and blushing face.
"Honestly...I think our façade sucks! I mean...we're some hopelessly romantic idiotic Slytherins!" Pansy groaned out.
"I'm not!" Nott said indignantly. Crabbe and Goyle said their "Aye".
Draco snorted. "Me and Potter...Pansy and Granger...Blaise and Weasley...yeah! Right! That will be the day!" Blaise and Pansy sighed helplessly. They know they can't get their hands on them. Well, Draco has the worst situation, he'll be Potter's sworn enemy by tonight.
"So, Drake, whatever would it be?" Pansy asked, trying to forget her pathetic excuse for love.
"Oh. Whatever do you mean Pansy?" Draco asked, mocking her completely, and was awarded by fit of laughter from the small group. Even Pansy laughed out loud.
"I mean, Draco my dear, is Potter! Your such a piteous case!" Pansy said, her voice was supposed to be irritated, but it never reached her eyes.
"Try and look at yourself sometimes Pansy...who's more pathetic than the both of us? Im not in love with some know-it-all muggle born" Draco smirked at her when she blushed out red.
"Well...at least she's head girl! Not like your Potter, who live most his life in sheer dumb luck!" She retorted back.
"I wish He is mine though..." Draco whispered.
"What did you say?" Blaise asked, curiosity eating him.
"Yeah, we didn't quite get it..." Nott added.
"I said...I WISH HE IS MINE THOUGH" Draco stated loudly and clearly. He frowned when he saw the pity and sympathy in their eyes, but it touched him.
"Oh Draco..." Pansy stood and went to him, catching him off guard. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. The others went to him, but only patted his back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that topic up...I didn't think"
"You never do..." Draco replied teasing and hug her back. She tried and glared at him but miserably failed and just smiled at him.
**TBC**
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Summary: Draco is leaving to follow his father's path, leaving Harry with only a letter?
Disclaimer: We! Yay! We, and Princess-fiend don't and will never own Harry Potter and Co.
A/N: We don't know how to rate this story of ours. So we're quite sorry. This is supposed to be one-shot fic but it's too big. People will get bored...so, we just divided it. ^^ En joy!
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The Great hall looked its usual lustrious self in the morning, golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of early morning sun. The four long tables were packed of chattering students, looking forward Christmas...and of course a break from a very tiring year (so far).
The Gryffindor table was in its usual state, Hermione---eyeing her housemates over a humongous book in front of her. It's their last year anyway. Besides, she always finds it amusing watching them in the morning. Dean who always try and catch up with his homework, Seamus was salivating his scrambled eggs, obviously asleep. Harry looked like he is going to detached his jaw with his yawns, Ron who never ceases to sleep in his meals even though he's more sleepy than the others, and of course, Neville with his early morning stares. Lavender and Parvati are still giggling for god knows what. Hermione have to smile for herself, she's definitely going to miss this site.
The great big doors of the hall opened and the Slytherin prince came strutting in, flanked with his cronies, Pansy and her girlfriends and Zabini and Nott. Draco grew a good 6 ft, hair grew, ending it midway thru his neck...he stopped using gel though, making some strands of silver- blonde hair fall from his face.
If last year, this group of Slytherin were nasty, this year nothing seemed to compare to it. They were horrible to Harry and co. Throw pranks on them whenever possible and side remarks never ends in the hall. If something good changed, the way they look, specially Malfoy was one to be noticed. Harry glared at them, Ron looks like he lost his appetite. Draco just smirked his famous Malfoy smirked, and whispered something to his acquaintance and they all start snickering, Crabbe and Goyle laughed out loud, which was really pathetic, due to Hermione's opinion anyway.
"Stupid git..." Ron muttered. Harry nodded his agreement. "Malfoy and his attempt to make a dramatic entrance."
"Well...it did work now, does it? It did get your attention...." Hermione stated in a matter-of-fact.
"Whatever Mione' finally, after this year, No more dealings with an egomaniac Malfoy and his dumb and dumber cronies, and of course! Malfoy never ends with that...with him, there's a package deal...Pansy with her disgusting lip glossed friends and with a faggot Zabini and try hard Nott." Dean snickered and Seamus snorted in his sleep. "And...a BONUS!" Ron grinned gleefully. "No more greasy potion master looming over us like a ding bat..." As Ron smiled wider, a shadow fell from his little form, the people surrounding him was silent, and Neville was cowering as he always did when the spoken potion master is around ten feet. "Don't tell me...he's at my back huh?" Came a squeak from the famous Ron Weasley. Seamus nodded in affirmation, the only one who's out of his trance, feeling sorry for his dorm mate.
"Greasy potion master, you say? Mr. Weasley?" Said in voice more than a whisper, the professor crossed his arms and raised a velvet black eyebrow. "And a looming ding bat, as I may add?" Malfoy and his so- called 'package deal' stopped and paid attention to their head of the house as what he would do to a certain red haired. Ron turned crimson on the process, praying for the gods that this might one of his nightmares. "Detention, Mr. Weasley...and 25 points from Gryffindor! Tonight, at my office!" With that, he left, his robes dramatically swept behind him.
"Oh this is just too lovely Weasley! Calling Professor Snape that!" Pansy roared over the Slytherin table.
"Probably thinks he's much better than him then..." Malfoy sneered. "He earns better money than your father, Weasley!" He added.
Harry had to grab him under the table to restrain him in strangling Malfoy to death. "He's not worth it, Ron." The green-eyed hissed.
"Not worth it, Potter?" Draco tried and wangled the both of them. "Oh I bet your having wet dreams about me, Golden Boy...you'd probably steal any chance on having contact with me, aren't ya?" He drawled. "Playing for both sides, aren't you?"
"Shove it, Malfoy!" Said Hermione furiously. She was now trying to hold two boys from being sent to Azkaban or worst, expelled. Harry is known as the hottest gay at Hogwarts. He came out in their sixth yr., when Chang and him are snogging, the Ravenclaw laughed out at him with his attempt to stick his tongue into hers. Little did he know, that Chang is as bad as the Patil girls and the secret was out, just like a wild fire that same day, it is also a humor that he has his crush with the pale boy, but of course, humors are just...rumors.
"Shut up, Mudblood...stupid you are to think you can order me around." He smirked at her outraged form. He is obviously overjoyed by the fact that this day won't be that bad after all.
"Are you planning to watch the Quidditch World Cup this year?" Seamus asked with an attempt to change the topic and calm his housemates. Apparently, his attempt worked and the trio smiled up at him for gratitude.
This only maddened the Slytherin in the process. "No one! I mean NO ONE has ever ignored a Malfoy before! They so are gonna pay for this!" Crabbe and Goyle agreed, but then again, they always agree as what to Malfoy always says. Pansy and the other just nodded, looking disapprovingly at the Gryffindor table.
The owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, and an Eagle Owl landed swiftly in Draco's side wrist, with his father's letter tied neatly on his leg. Giving it some owl treats, it flew away, without the letter this time.
"Who is it from, Draco?" Pansy asked anxiously. Her voice full of worries and concern. Draco smiled at the thought of Pansy being nice and all, it doesn't become her.
"Who do you think would use an acute Eagle owl just for a letter, dear Pansy?" Draco asked as he opened the letter. Pansy said 'Oh' in reply. Scanning the letter, his hands begun trembling, his face turned ashen. Putting down the letter, he eyed his friends carefully, giving them a meaningful look. Pansy gasped and grabbed the letter, reading it and passing it to Blaise, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle.
"What now, Drake?" She asked, trembling. Blaise comforted her, whispering some words to soothe her, even though it didn't calm himself. Draco took his wand and set the letter on fire, just as his father instructed him at the letter.
"Keep up your faces. Let's go to my room." Draco instructed as calmly as he could and stood up. The others followed, held their chin high, a plastered smirk on their faces. The sapphire-eyed boy took a chance to glance at the Gryffindor table, in search of a familiar raven-haired guy. He saw him, and he just have to smile to himself as he saw Potter laughing with the Weasley and Granger at something Finnigan just did with his boyfriend, Dean Thomas.
~~*~~
The six of them entered the Head Boy's room, minus Pansy's gang of girls. They settled themselves comfortably in the couches while Draco started to pace around.
"Ok, so first off...my father is taking me by 10 pm, tonight. We have a lot of time to plan things." The pale boy stated.
"This is unexpected, Draco! You're suppose to take it after your seventh year!" Blaise noted. "He did promise you that! That bastard!"
"You read the letter, Zabini, the Dark Lord wants me..." Answered Draco. "Now, we just have to put our original plans into action for...15 hrs." He sighed and plopped himself in the couch. "how am I going to do that?"
"Draco...we can do this...we're here to help you." Nott smiled at him wearily.
"I know...thanks. Right then! First stop...Dumbledore's office. Next, Professor Snape and then...I guess that settles all scores."
"You're forgetting something!" Crabbe grinned at him almost teasingly, in spite the situation they are in. Draco gave him a questioning look. "Potter." All of them giggled at Draco's face.
"Yeah...your 'Oh, I bet your having wet-dreams about me golden boy' façade at breakfast was really fascinating, Draco. I bet it aroused you to no end to see Potter blushed like that huh?!" Blaise smirked at his friend, finding it amusing to see Draco trying to hide his grin and blushing face.
"Honestly...I think our façade sucks! I mean...we're some hopelessly romantic idiotic Slytherins!" Pansy groaned out.
"I'm not!" Nott said indignantly. Crabbe and Goyle said their "Aye".
Draco snorted. "Me and Potter...Pansy and Granger...Blaise and Weasley...yeah! Right! That will be the day!" Blaise and Pansy sighed helplessly. They know they can't get their hands on them. Well, Draco has the worst situation, he'll be Potter's sworn enemy by tonight.
"So, Drake, whatever would it be?" Pansy asked, trying to forget her pathetic excuse for love.
"Oh. Whatever do you mean Pansy?" Draco asked, mocking her completely, and was awarded by fit of laughter from the small group. Even Pansy laughed out loud.
"I mean, Draco my dear, is Potter! Your such a piteous case!" Pansy said, her voice was supposed to be irritated, but it never reached her eyes.
"Try and look at yourself sometimes Pansy...who's more pathetic than the both of us? Im not in love with some know-it-all muggle born" Draco smirked at her when she blushed out red.
"Well...at least she's head girl! Not like your Potter, who live most his life in sheer dumb luck!" She retorted back.
"I wish He is mine though..." Draco whispered.
"What did you say?" Blaise asked, curiosity eating him.
"Yeah, we didn't quite get it..." Nott added.
"I said...I WISH HE IS MINE THOUGH" Draco stated loudly and clearly. He frowned when he saw the pity and sympathy in their eyes, but it touched him.
"Oh Draco..." Pansy stood and went to him, catching him off guard. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. The others went to him, but only patted his back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that topic up...I didn't think"
"You never do..." Draco replied teasing and hug her back. She tried and glared at him but miserably failed and just smiled at him.
**TBC**
Blade: What ya' think? *wiggles eye-brow*
Fiend: Oh, please, please review!
Blade: Another story! I just finished posting my first fic...Im a nutter.
Fiend: Good for you to acknowledge the fact, Blade. I'm quite proud of you. *Snickers*
Blade: Yeah, yeah, I know you do! Please review...pretty please!
Fiend: Yeah, feedbacks are really welcome. So are the comments! But, PUH- LEAZE no flames!
Blade: We hope you guys enjoyed the story! ^^