Taming Dragons
Chapter One: Watching and Waiting
Disclaimer: I do not own Draco.. I do not own Draco.. I do not own Draco.. but god I wish I did… The character belong to Ms. Rowling, not me. *tear* I could be making SO much money if they did. Well anyways, it's most likely that nothing belongs to me. Unless it's the plot line… if you could call it that. J Enjoy!
Oh, I also didn't have enough time to go back and check over my work… If there are any outstanding mistakes… Feel free to complain! J
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It was the beginning of a new year at Hogwarts. The school was lit up with familiar or soon to be faces of students. The seemingly endless ceiling was bright with the light of levitating candles and the long tables adorned with house colors. The lively buzz of the students chatter about exciting summers and the readiness to come back was echoing throughout the Great Hall. First years wandering about were still in awe of the whole ordeal. For one, the candy on the train, it was the most bizarre thing! The chocolate frogs could just hop away! That was followed by horseless carriages and a TALKING HAT for gods sake.
Apart from it all a pair of eyes observed all of this. Leaning against one of Hogwart's massive pillars, he watched. He watched the giddiness and the excitement that always came with the new school year. Every so often his eyes darted across the room as if searching for someone. If spotted by any onlookers it would only appear that he was merely bored. But behind that mask was a whole other realm entirely. One of which was already sizing up new additions to the houses and female conquests… the other waiting. Waiting for the familiarity to finally come back, waiting for the endless mind games to begin. Basically, he was waiting for the 'real' fun to start. It wasn't that this didn't amuse him. Watching the mass of kids scurry to and fro reminded him of the pet mice he kept as a child. Light a fire watch them run. His hair hung low into his eyes. Finding no need to keep it slicked back it fell across his face giving him the look of a fallen angel. Icy blue eyes still peering out across the room contrasted with the ivory color of his skin perfectly. His new found authority gave him even more of a malicious gleam. He had always used his looks to his advantage, whatever it was. Girls, classes,
"Drakey…. Draco!" a voice echoed pulling the cerulean eyes of the self-inflicted trance.
Looking to the area from which the voice was still pulsating at ungodly pitch, he groaned. Most people had enough common sense to stay away from Draco after the blonde threw a few choice words/threats their way. But there were always exceptions to this no matter how much effort was expended trying to rid oneself of them.
One of those 'exceptions' could be summed up in 2 words.
Pansy Parkinson.
Enough said.
"Drakey," she screeched. "how was your summer? Mum wouldn't let me visit! I threw a god-awful fit after that one."
"Pansy, I want you to listen very carefully?" he charmed turning around to face the 'girl'. Receiving a nod he continued, "Number one, I told you to NEVER call me by that…..name ever again! Number two, what I did on my summer holidays doesn't concern you in any way. Finally and probably most important, you mother had good sense to not send you…. Too bad it doesn't run in the family… If you had come I more than likely would not have opened the bloody door," he continued his voice rising with irritation. "If I did, the only remote possibility would be because your 'family' is slightly respected and my house elves were on leave!"
The Slytherin girl looked a bit stunned but quickly recovered and acted as if she had been fully incapable of hearing for the past minute.
"Aww, Drake-o you don't mean that. But really you should ha…
"Do you need me to spell it out for you?" the blond said, losing control and eyes flashing. "F-U-C-K O-F-F!"
"Well if you're going to be cross I'll just talk to you later," The pug face girl retorted obviously not taking the hint.
Watching the insufferable girl retreat into the small group of Slytherin girls you could call her 'friends', Draco was astonished her complete and utter lack of anything resembling intelligence.
Would flashing neon help give her a fucking clue? It still doesn't cease to amaze me that she was sorted into Slytherin. Hufflepuff would seem SO much more appropriate… Shows were money and connections with the Dark Lord can do even for insects like her.
Returning to his former stance, his temper calming in an evanescent manner, Draco looked over his surroundings once again. For the most part the conversing was beginning to die down as various bodies left to find their dormitories.
Having received notification, 2 months prior to this day, that he would be Head Boy Draco waited for his other half to show herself. Having skipped on the opening festivities he hadn't heard the names called for the authoritative positions. Not that he needed too though. He knew who it was all the same, just call it….. a feeling or perhaps blatant common sense.
Seeing a flash of red hair through the ever diminishing crowd Draco stood his full height to gain a better view. Sure enough, there were the Weasley siblings. That meant that… yes, there she is. Draco smiled relieved to be finally going.
Walking over to the quartet, which consisted of Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione, Draco put on his famous superior smirk.
"Hello," he began, looking directly at Ron. "How was your summer? I see that Daddy Weasel has finally upgraded you to 2nd hand!" he finished, enjoying the scarlet color his rival's face was turning.
"Shut the hell up, Malfoy, or I'll…"
"You'll what?" Draco questioned stepping aside as Ron lunged at him, "Miss me to death?"
"Bloody bastard!" Ron fumed making another attempt at Malfoy.
"Temper, temper," the blonde taunted once again stepping off to the side. "You would think that a keeper would have more agility than that… guess not.."
"GGGgghgh." Ron strangled out as Harry pulled him back.
Putting on a pout Draco made mock tear falls with his index finger further angering the other boy.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" a enchantingly smooth voice inquired from behind.
Spinning on his heel the 'Slytherin Prince' came face to face with Hermione Granger…. Well maybe not 'face to face' seeing as he had a good 5 inches on her. But what he saw took his breath away.
He no longer saw the squeaky, mousy girl that had once been known as Hermione Granger but a fully grown 17 year old woman. Her hair was tamed in brown silky waves and going against his belief that she was allergic to makeup, he could see that she was in fact wearing it. It wasn't thick like Pansy's but frail like and natural. Alluring.
"Malfoy! I asked you a question!" she bit, breaking into his reverie.
"Huh… What?"
"What. Do. You. Want?" she spelled out, extremely irritated.
"You…Uhh.. I mean we have to go to Professor McGonagall to discuss our 'responsibilities' and such." He quickly corrected himself.
"Just a minute." Hermione replied turning back to her friends.
"No.. NOW! I'm not waiting around for some mud-uh bookworm like you!"
"FINE!" she half yelled. Quieting down as soon as she realized she had just done exactly what he had wanted her to do.
"After you milady," Draco smirked, as he pointedly bowed leading her to McGonagall's office.
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A/N: hey guys! Hope you liked it!… I've only written one other story on a different name but it wasn't going anywhere so I decided to take a break from it and rethink the plot line. Please R&R… if you don't I most likely will continue just 'cuz I have nothing better to do this week!
