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Forever Never Ends

Chapter 10

Flashback

It was the morning of the third week of school and Draco was already becoming bored. He was heading to the Great Hall for breakfast, his chest puffed out proudly, showing off his shiny silver badge. His stomach was growling with hunger, he had not eaten much the night before. He came down a flight of stairs, rounded a corner, and sneered at the sight of what he saw. It was Weasley.

The weasel.

"What are you doing in this part of the castle?" Draco asked in his usual drawl. He was in a rather weird place considering that this was known as a Slytherin part of the castle, and people in other houses rarely roamed these halls unless they had a reason. Of course, it wasn't restricted to students from other houses, but it was widely known that these halls that led up to the Slytherin house "belonged" to the Slytherins. Draco wondered what he would be up to this early in the morning, when most kids were heading down to breakfast, as he was.

"Uh, I was, uh, trying to, uh, find you," said Ron. "Because, you see, uh, someone, uh, got real hurt, and uh, nobody know what to do, and uh, well, uh, everyone told me to come find you, so uh…"

"Someone is hurt?" asked Draco, pondering Ron's words slowly. He wondered if the Gryffindor was truthful.

"Yes, he's hurt very badly, he's near the entrance to the Great Hall, and we couldn't find any of the teachers."

Draco knew it was his responsibility as Head Boy ensure the safetly of students, and if they were hurt, he needed to attend to them. He knew that the Weasel could be lying just to get at him. But, since he was heading down to the Great Hall anyway, to eat breakfast, he thought might as well check it out. Wordlessly, he started walking quickly through the halls. If Weasley was telling the truth, then he must find the injured student soon. The Gryffindor tagged behind him, keeping along with his fast pace.

When Draco arrived near the entrance to the hall, he found himself squished between the crowd of people who were socializing and chatting with their friends before they went in for breakfast. He felt frustrated at how slowly the students moved.

"Stand aside!" Draco yelled and the crowd, seeing their Head Boy quickly parted and a path was made for him. He was smugly content seeing how much the students were terrified of him. After all, he was the Head Boy, and had authority over most of the people in the castle. He wanted to be treated with respect and awe, and he thought he could definitely earn some points if he could save the injured child, if there was one.

Draco received the letter informing him that he was the Head Boy sometime in July. When he first opened it, he couldn't believe his eyes. Well, he could, actually. After all, he was a Malfoy, and he deserved the honor. His marks were excellent, too. Aside from what most people thought, Draco Malfoy was not just an arrogant boy who could buy his way into anything, he was an extraordinarily gifted young man who possessed many talents. His mother had been happy for him when he got the letter, but it wasn't unexpected. His father was not there at the time, because he was on "business". Just the idea of what his father was doing disgusted Draco. Although to most people, Draco seemed like a dark, sinister muggle hater, which he was, he wouldn't go as far and killing or torturing anyone. He only tried to be evil and sinister to fulfill the Malfoy family image.

Draco had also grown incredibly handsome over the summer. Not that he wasn't handsome before, but he had grown more so. His milky white skin had tanned and he had a lean and muscular body. Girls were already starting to tail him like crazy. But it was getting a bit boring, he had to admit. All the girls at Hogwarts were too easy to get. And after having slept with more than half the girls at school, he was a bit bored.

He strided quickly through the pathway that was made for him. While, walking at such a fast pace, he saw that the Great Hall was empty. No one had entered in, at least no one that he could see. Nevertheless, he continued on, reached the entrance, and tripped.

His reached his arms out to catch himself, but it was too late. He had fallen on his face. The damage was done. The crowd of students were all laughing at him. He would never be able to regain their respect. His cheeks developed into a dangerous shade of red. Never had a Malfoy ever been tricked like this. Never had a Malfoy been so embarrassed and humiliated. He looked behind him, and sure enough, there was a thin piece of wire stretched across the entrance, about a foot off the ground. The wire was almost impossible to see if you didn't look for it.

Behind him, he heard the familiar laughter of the person he hated most in the world. Weasley.

"Oh, Malfoy, did that hurt? Are those tears I see in your eyes?" he taunted. Potter was standing beside the weasel, obviously trying very hard not to laugh.

Draco ignored Weasley's comment, picked himself up, trying to look dignified, and then stormed back to his dorm, not feeling hungry any longer.

His dorm was beautiful. It was decorated in green and silver, because those were Slytherin's colors. It was almost as good as his room at home. Almost. After all, nothing could surpass the wonder and majesty of the Malfoy Manor.

He fell onto his bed feeling more humiliated than he ever had been in his entire life, combined. He wanted to stay in this room forever and never outside. Word traveled fast in Hogwarts, and he knew his little incident was probably all around school already.

Draco hated him. He hated that Weasley. Up until fifth year, he had hated Potter and Weasley the same amount. But then after Potter had saved his life during a Quidditch game when he slipped from his broom, he had been thankful to the black haired boy with the famous scar whom he had hated. Well, he still hated him, but he did owe Potter for saving his life. Therefore, he tried to be at least civil with him. But Weasley was different. The stupid Weasley with awful red hair, face full of freckless, and hand me down robes. He and Weasley still loathed each other greatly. Today, things had gone too far. The stupid red head had tricked him into believing there was an injured child, and had played a nasty prank on him. Weasley was going to pay.

Draco spent the rest of breakfast time lying on his bed trying to think of something he could do to the weasel. Being the person that he was, Weasley would be more insulted if something happened to one of his friends than himself. Draco decided not to do anything envolving Potter. After all, as much as he disliked Potter, he had saved his life once, and Draco was indebted to him. Besides being friends with Potter, Weasley had other friends, too. He tried to think of some of them, but to no avail. But then someone suddenly popped into his mind unexpectedly.

Ah, Granger.

Yes, Granger would be perfect. The whole school knew how much Weasley liked the girl. Draco was already developing a plan in his mind. He chuckled lightly. It was perfect. Weasley was going to be sorry. He spent the next ten minutes mapping out his plan in his mind. Then, seeing that it was time for his first class today, Tranfiguration, to start, he left his room, walking to the Tranfiguration classroom with a smirk on his face, his brilliant scheme playing over and over in his mind. He was going to ruin Hermione Granger.

TBC

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