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Chapter 1
Draco ran a hand through his hair for about the 5th time. He was in the drawing room, waiting for his father to arrive. He was called here because they needed to have 'the talk'. He had been trying to avoid having this talk with his father for ages. He knew what he was going to tell him and make him do, and he didn't want that. He never did from the start.
"Ah, Draco," Lucius said oily as he walked in.
Draco stood up. "Father, you wanted to talk."
"That I did." Lucius sat down on the chair across Draco's. "I assume you know why you're here."
"I believe you want to talk to me about--."
"Very good. You remember," Lucius said, grinning unpleasantly.
"How can I not?" Draco mumbled to himself.
"The dark lord is getting stronger, my son," Lucius said, pausing a moment to look at him in the eye. "And he's looking for more followers."
"You mean deatheaters," Draco said, gulping quietly.
Lucius smiled. "Yes. Deatheaters." He stood up and began pacing the room.
"What do you want me to do, father?" Draco asked, pretending not to know.
"He wants you to join the group," Lucius said frankly. "And soon."
"But, father, what about school?" Draco said hurriedly. "It's my sixth year. I don't want to be left behind."
"Of course we're not going to stop your studies. Foolish boy!" Lucius said sternly. "Maybe in the middle of the year. We're not quite sure. But I'm telling you now, so that when he calls... you will be ready. Understood?"
Draco nodded. What else can he do anyway?
**
Draco sulkingly walked toward the Hogwarts express. He still felt bad and angry about what his father was making him do. And what's worse was that he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't stop what was about to happen. He can't do anything or else his father will hurt him, or worse, Voldemort will hurt him.
He heaved his trunk onto the train and into a compartment. He sat down beside the window and looked out of the train. He saw Potter, Weasley and Granger making their way towards the train, chatting happily with each other. He sighed angrily and leaned his head back on the wall. He just hoped that Voldemort wouldn't call at the middle of the year. He figured that he still wouldn't be ready by then. He didn't know when he would be ever ready for that kind of commitment. A deatheater? He wasn't stupid enough to be one of them. Even though he was mean and all, he wasn't evil.
"Hey Draco!"
He snapped out of his reverie as Crabbe and Goyle entered the compartment, looking bigger than last year.
"Hey," Draco said dully.
"How was your summer?" Goyle asked.
"Okay," Draco replied, still dully.
Goyle shrugged at this and began talking to Crabbe. Draco thought of things that he could do so that he wouldn't need to become a deatheater. He sighed and began to think that this was going to be the worst year of his school ever.
Soon they arrived at Hogwarts and Draco couldn't be any happier. He was bored out of his mind with Crabbe and Goyle talking of nothing but food in the compartment. He hurriedly got out of the train and fixed his school robes. As he was doing so, someone bumped into him, making him stumble forward.
"Watch it!" he said upsetly.
"Oh, sorry," the girl said, looking up. The girl's mouth dropped as she saw who it was. Her eyes suddenly became mean.
"Granger," Draco said coolly. "Don't you ever watch where you're going?"
"You were on the way, Malfoy," Hermione said hotly. "I didn't bump on you purposefully."
"Well, use your eyes next time," Draco said, smirking and walking ahead towards the castle.
Hermione stomped away angrily and joined Harry and Ron, who immediately asked what Malfoy said to her.
"I'm fine," Hermione said huffily.
Harry put a protective arm around her and glared at Draco from afar. Draco only smirked at him.
"What did he say to you?" Harry asked caringly.
"Oh, nothing. Malfoy was being just like his usual self," Hermione said. "It's not important."
They walked in the Great Hall and took their usual seats. Soon the dinner appeared and they began to eat.
Draco watched the trio from afar, thinking about how happy they looked. They looked like they had no problems and that their only care was school. He wanted that. He didn't want to think of some stupid thing like becoming a deatheater.
He thought of the things that he did to get out of it. He tried acting uninterested at the topic of deatheaters and the dark lord. He showed his father that he wasn't worthy of being a deatheater because he was soft. He risked his pride for that. He tried suicide, manually and magically, both of which didn't work. He even came to the point where he thought of pleading to his father that he didn't want to become one.
He had given up. He figured that after all the things that he had tried to do to get out of it and nothing of which worked, that he was meant to be a deatheater. Draco cringed. Becoming a deatheater just gives him the creeps. No matter what people had said, he wasn't one of them. He never was. And never will be.
So he'll just have to think of more ways to not become one. Times like these call for desperate measures.
It was at this moment that he got a good look at Hermione Granger. He was just staring at her then suddenly he sat up straight as an idea formed in his mind. Desperate measures...
He got up quickly and stayed at the entrance of the Great Hall, waiting for Hermione to come out. He needed to talk to her. Soon enough, Hermione walked out of the hall, talking to Parvati about something, followed by Harry and Ron. Draco went forward and blocked their way. Parvati stopped talking and turned to look.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione spat.
"What makes you think that I want anything from you?" Draco snapped.
"Well, you're standing in my way, aren't you?" Hermione said pointedly.
Draco faltered for a moment then regained his composure. "I need to talk to you."
Hermione crossed her arms on her chest. "About what?"
"It's confidential," Draco said, glancing at Parvati, who was listening very attentively. "Can we talk somewhere... just us?"
It was at this time that Harry and Ron appeared and overheard what Draco said.
"No!" Harry said immediately, putting an arm around Hermione.
"I don't remember asking you, Potter," Draco said.
"Eat slugs, Malfoy," Ron said.
Malfoy smirked at this. "The last time you said that, you were the one coughing up slugs, Weasel. I'd say you watch what you say next time."
Ron turned a nice shade of red.
"Come on," Hermione said, pulling Ron's arm. "Ron, come on. He's not worth it."
With this, Harry and Ron gave one last glare at him and walked away with Hermione. Draco watched them walk away, anger in his heart at Harry and Ron for ruining his chance at talking to Hermione, and executing his plan. He then shrugged. There's always tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Draco ran a hand through his hair for about the 5th time. He was in the drawing room, waiting for his father to arrive. He was called here because they needed to have 'the talk'. He had been trying to avoid having this talk with his father for ages. He knew what he was going to tell him and make him do, and he didn't want that. He never did from the start.
"Ah, Draco," Lucius said oily as he walked in.
Draco stood up. "Father, you wanted to talk."
"That I did." Lucius sat down on the chair across Draco's. "I assume you know why you're here."
"I believe you want to talk to me about--."
"Very good. You remember," Lucius said, grinning unpleasantly.
"How can I not?" Draco mumbled to himself.
"The dark lord is getting stronger, my son," Lucius said, pausing a moment to look at him in the eye. "And he's looking for more followers."
"You mean deatheaters," Draco said, gulping quietly.
Lucius smiled. "Yes. Deatheaters." He stood up and began pacing the room.
"What do you want me to do, father?" Draco asked, pretending not to know.
"He wants you to join the group," Lucius said frankly. "And soon."
"But, father, what about school?" Draco said hurriedly. "It's my sixth year. I don't want to be left behind."
"Of course we're not going to stop your studies. Foolish boy!" Lucius said sternly. "Maybe in the middle of the year. We're not quite sure. But I'm telling you now, so that when he calls... you will be ready. Understood?"
Draco nodded. What else can he do anyway?
**
Draco sulkingly walked toward the Hogwarts express. He still felt bad and angry about what his father was making him do. And what's worse was that he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't stop what was about to happen. He can't do anything or else his father will hurt him, or worse, Voldemort will hurt him.
He heaved his trunk onto the train and into a compartment. He sat down beside the window and looked out of the train. He saw Potter, Weasley and Granger making their way towards the train, chatting happily with each other. He sighed angrily and leaned his head back on the wall. He just hoped that Voldemort wouldn't call at the middle of the year. He figured that he still wouldn't be ready by then. He didn't know when he would be ever ready for that kind of commitment. A deatheater? He wasn't stupid enough to be one of them. Even though he was mean and all, he wasn't evil.
"Hey Draco!"
He snapped out of his reverie as Crabbe and Goyle entered the compartment, looking bigger than last year.
"Hey," Draco said dully.
"How was your summer?" Goyle asked.
"Okay," Draco replied, still dully.
Goyle shrugged at this and began talking to Crabbe. Draco thought of things that he could do so that he wouldn't need to become a deatheater. He sighed and began to think that this was going to be the worst year of his school ever.
Soon they arrived at Hogwarts and Draco couldn't be any happier. He was bored out of his mind with Crabbe and Goyle talking of nothing but food in the compartment. He hurriedly got out of the train and fixed his school robes. As he was doing so, someone bumped into him, making him stumble forward.
"Watch it!" he said upsetly.
"Oh, sorry," the girl said, looking up. The girl's mouth dropped as she saw who it was. Her eyes suddenly became mean.
"Granger," Draco said coolly. "Don't you ever watch where you're going?"
"You were on the way, Malfoy," Hermione said hotly. "I didn't bump on you purposefully."
"Well, use your eyes next time," Draco said, smirking and walking ahead towards the castle.
Hermione stomped away angrily and joined Harry and Ron, who immediately asked what Malfoy said to her.
"I'm fine," Hermione said huffily.
Harry put a protective arm around her and glared at Draco from afar. Draco only smirked at him.
"What did he say to you?" Harry asked caringly.
"Oh, nothing. Malfoy was being just like his usual self," Hermione said. "It's not important."
They walked in the Great Hall and took their usual seats. Soon the dinner appeared and they began to eat.
Draco watched the trio from afar, thinking about how happy they looked. They looked like they had no problems and that their only care was school. He wanted that. He didn't want to think of some stupid thing like becoming a deatheater.
He thought of the things that he did to get out of it. He tried acting uninterested at the topic of deatheaters and the dark lord. He showed his father that he wasn't worthy of being a deatheater because he was soft. He risked his pride for that. He tried suicide, manually and magically, both of which didn't work. He even came to the point where he thought of pleading to his father that he didn't want to become one.
He had given up. He figured that after all the things that he had tried to do to get out of it and nothing of which worked, that he was meant to be a deatheater. Draco cringed. Becoming a deatheater just gives him the creeps. No matter what people had said, he wasn't one of them. He never was. And never will be.
So he'll just have to think of more ways to not become one. Times like these call for desperate measures.
It was at this moment that he got a good look at Hermione Granger. He was just staring at her then suddenly he sat up straight as an idea formed in his mind. Desperate measures...
He got up quickly and stayed at the entrance of the Great Hall, waiting for Hermione to come out. He needed to talk to her. Soon enough, Hermione walked out of the hall, talking to Parvati about something, followed by Harry and Ron. Draco went forward and blocked their way. Parvati stopped talking and turned to look.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione spat.
"What makes you think that I want anything from you?" Draco snapped.
"Well, you're standing in my way, aren't you?" Hermione said pointedly.
Draco faltered for a moment then regained his composure. "I need to talk to you."
Hermione crossed her arms on her chest. "About what?"
"It's confidential," Draco said, glancing at Parvati, who was listening very attentively. "Can we talk somewhere... just us?"
It was at this time that Harry and Ron appeared and overheard what Draco said.
"No!" Harry said immediately, putting an arm around Hermione.
"I don't remember asking you, Potter," Draco said.
"Eat slugs, Malfoy," Ron said.
Malfoy smirked at this. "The last time you said that, you were the one coughing up slugs, Weasel. I'd say you watch what you say next time."
Ron turned a nice shade of red.
"Come on," Hermione said, pulling Ron's arm. "Ron, come on. He's not worth it."
With this, Harry and Ron gave one last glare at him and walked away with Hermione. Draco watched them walk away, anger in his heart at Harry and Ron for ruining his chance at talking to Hermione, and executing his plan. He then shrugged. There's always tomorrow.
