Draco quietly headed down the hallway, looking this way and that, to
be sure no teacher or prefect were about. He was headed toward Professor
Snape's office in the lower level dungeons. He smirked as he walked,
remembering the look on Crabbe and Goyle's faces as he had told them he was
going out.
"But Draco, won't the prefects be out?" Goyle had asked.
"Who cares about those bloody posers?" he replied with disinterest. He was sitting on the green leather couch before the fire. Crabbe was sitting in a chair next to him, and Goyle stood by the fireplace, his elbow resting on the mantle. He picked up a small coin that he found while digging around in the couch and began flipping it in the air. Millicent and Pansy Parkinson strode up, each elbowing the other in the ribs, both trying to make a move to sit next to Draco. He rolled his eyes, and swung his legs off the couch, and stood up, looking at both of them.
"Well if you both want to bloody sit that bad, then just take it," he smirked at the looks they gave each other. Although he had no interest in either one what so ever, he was still getting a major ego boost from their fawning over him. The two girls glared over each other, Pansy still upset from missing Potions, which of course allowed Millicent the chance to sit next to Malfoy.
Pansy noticed the gleam in Draco's eye, and giggled, which in all truth grated on Draco's nerves. It sounded like a cat getting run over and stomped to death by a donkey.
"Yes I bet you take just what you want eh Draco?" she said, trying to sound seductive, but at best sounding repulsive.
"Yes," he sneered, in a way only a Malfoy could. "I take whatever I want."
The two girls giggled, and Crabbe and Goyle grinned, knowing they where his enforcers. He looked away from them, bored by their piddle, and saw Alora sitting in a chair in the corner, her legs curled beneath her, reading an advanced potions book. His sneer softened, very slightly, as he turned his gaze back to his 'friends'. He shook his head and fastened his robe, which had been hanging loose. He walked in front of his henchmen and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.
"Now listen to me you lumps. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but you know what to do," he sneered and motioned over his shoulder toward the girls. "And keep them away from my stuff."
At their nod, he sneered and flipped the coin one last time, the deposited it into the pocket of his robe. He left the Slytherin common room, and headed out toward the Potions Master's office.
He wondered what it was that Snape wanted to train him in. He was already quite adept at what Hogwarts had to offer a 5th year student, not to mention the more advanced things his father had seen fit to teach him. He looked around, and when he was sure no one was about, knocked on the solid wood door that lead to Snape's personal office.
"Enter."
At the summons, Draco pulled the door open and strode confidently toward the large desk that took up most of the room. The first thing he noticed was the change in Snape's usual attire. He was still dressed in all black, but instead of clothe robes, everything he wore seemed to be made out of the finest black leather. His cloak, which was pulled tightly about him was a shiny leather, that hung down to the tips of his leather boots. Draco was slightly amazed, and wondered why he would be dressed that way.
He stood from behind the desk, and sneered, walking past Draco to one of his many potions cabinets. He opened the door, and manipulated one of the many bottles inside. A slow and jarring creak escaped as the cabinet began to move. It moved forward toward Snape, and then swung out to the side, revealing a small passage way. Draco starred into the dark expanse and raised a blonde brow.
"Where are we going Professor?" he asked, not scared, but just curious.
Snape spun on his heal, and stared at Draco. He stepped up to him, and stood over him, looking him straight in the eyes.
"You must swear me something Malfoy. Here and now," he was wearing a blank expression. "You will never show this passage to anyone, unless I tell you to. You will never reveal the true nature of what lies at the end of this passage way. Do you understand me Malfoy?"
Draco nodded, and was extremely curious as to what was down there.
"You will follow me, but not another word from your mouth until I tell you to speak," he said with a slight sneer.
Draco narrowed his eyes at Snape, hating when anyone told him what to do, but he nodded slowly. "Yes Professor."
Snape nodded and walked into the passage, Draco following close behind him.
Harry groaned as he awoke, feeling something tight around his hand and arm. He looked down, seeing nothing but a blur, it took him a moment to realize his glasses were laying on his night table. He reached over, but drew his arm back in pain. He clutched his hand to his chest and breathed for a few moments, waiting til the pain subsided. He finally reached with his other hand and grabbed his glasses, placing them on his face, he looked down at his arm. It was bandaged tightly up to his elbow, with a large pad beneath the bandage positioned where the thorn had been. He shook his head at his stupidity.
"Well its about bloody time you woke up Harry."
Harry looked up to see the two smiling faces of his best friends.
"Yeah, how long was I out?"
"Oh only about a bleemin' day or so," Ron said with a grin. Hermione elbowed him softly, and his ears turned a bright shade of red.
"You've been asleep since Herbology, and its just now after dinner," Hermione told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Harry blushed slightly, and smiled up at her. Ron was still smiling, the action lost on him.
"Your lucky Harry that the thorn that got you was only full of sleeping poison, and not something worse," she scolded him. Her words only softened by her smile. "What were you thinking about that made you not pay attention in class?"
Harry blinked, his cheeks becoming more of a rosy hue. He looked away, not wanting to admit he had been thinking about them. Ron laughed, and pointed at him.
"I bet he was thinking about Cho Chang," he said with a grin. Hermione giggled, and Harry nodded. It was better to let them think that of him instead of the truth for now. Ron smacked him on the back, but instantly regretted it as he saw Harry wince in pain.
"Oh I'm sorry 'arry," he said, turning a light shade of pink.
"It's alright Ron, I just wish it would stop hurting," he replied.
"Well Madame Pomfrey said it would stop hurting by tomorrow," Hermione said.
"Well I hope so," he said with a sigh.
"Well we better get back to Gryffindor Tower before Ron forgets his homework," Hermione said in a slightly teasing manner. Ron turned red.
"I haven't forgotten anything yet 'Mione," he retorted.
"What did Flitwick assign for tomorrow then?" she asked with a small grin.
He looked at her, then looked down at his shoes. Harry grinned at Hermione who grinned back at him. They both knew that Ron had indeed forgotten.
"Come on then, we better get started before you forget what homework even is," she said in her authoritative tone.
"Yes Miss Prefect Granger," he said with an eye roll. She smacked his shoulder as they left Harry with a wave. He sighed, hoping that what he thought was happening really wasn't. He wasn't sure if he wanted to risk their friendships over a possible relationship with any of them. He laid back down, and stared up at the ceiling.
Strangely, thoughts of his mother and father entered his mind. He wished he could have known them so badly. He remembered when they had come out of the tip of Voldemort's wand. How they had looked, and how his mother had calmed him by saying his father was coming soon. He remembered the night they died, as more images had come forth this past summer. The green flash of light from the tip of the wand, and his mother's screams. He had been robbed of the chance to know his parents. And that alone was enough for him to vow to destroy Voldemort and all of his cowardly Death Eaters. He would make him pay, no matter what it took. As if calmed by the presence of his parents, he slowly fell asleep.
End of Chapter 3
"But Draco, won't the prefects be out?" Goyle had asked.
"Who cares about those bloody posers?" he replied with disinterest. He was sitting on the green leather couch before the fire. Crabbe was sitting in a chair next to him, and Goyle stood by the fireplace, his elbow resting on the mantle. He picked up a small coin that he found while digging around in the couch and began flipping it in the air. Millicent and Pansy Parkinson strode up, each elbowing the other in the ribs, both trying to make a move to sit next to Draco. He rolled his eyes, and swung his legs off the couch, and stood up, looking at both of them.
"Well if you both want to bloody sit that bad, then just take it," he smirked at the looks they gave each other. Although he had no interest in either one what so ever, he was still getting a major ego boost from their fawning over him. The two girls glared over each other, Pansy still upset from missing Potions, which of course allowed Millicent the chance to sit next to Malfoy.
Pansy noticed the gleam in Draco's eye, and giggled, which in all truth grated on Draco's nerves. It sounded like a cat getting run over and stomped to death by a donkey.
"Yes I bet you take just what you want eh Draco?" she said, trying to sound seductive, but at best sounding repulsive.
"Yes," he sneered, in a way only a Malfoy could. "I take whatever I want."
The two girls giggled, and Crabbe and Goyle grinned, knowing they where his enforcers. He looked away from them, bored by their piddle, and saw Alora sitting in a chair in the corner, her legs curled beneath her, reading an advanced potions book. His sneer softened, very slightly, as he turned his gaze back to his 'friends'. He shook his head and fastened his robe, which had been hanging loose. He walked in front of his henchmen and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.
"Now listen to me you lumps. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but you know what to do," he sneered and motioned over his shoulder toward the girls. "And keep them away from my stuff."
At their nod, he sneered and flipped the coin one last time, the deposited it into the pocket of his robe. He left the Slytherin common room, and headed out toward the Potions Master's office.
He wondered what it was that Snape wanted to train him in. He was already quite adept at what Hogwarts had to offer a 5th year student, not to mention the more advanced things his father had seen fit to teach him. He looked around, and when he was sure no one was about, knocked on the solid wood door that lead to Snape's personal office.
"Enter."
At the summons, Draco pulled the door open and strode confidently toward the large desk that took up most of the room. The first thing he noticed was the change in Snape's usual attire. He was still dressed in all black, but instead of clothe robes, everything he wore seemed to be made out of the finest black leather. His cloak, which was pulled tightly about him was a shiny leather, that hung down to the tips of his leather boots. Draco was slightly amazed, and wondered why he would be dressed that way.
He stood from behind the desk, and sneered, walking past Draco to one of his many potions cabinets. He opened the door, and manipulated one of the many bottles inside. A slow and jarring creak escaped as the cabinet began to move. It moved forward toward Snape, and then swung out to the side, revealing a small passage way. Draco starred into the dark expanse and raised a blonde brow.
"Where are we going Professor?" he asked, not scared, but just curious.
Snape spun on his heal, and stared at Draco. He stepped up to him, and stood over him, looking him straight in the eyes.
"You must swear me something Malfoy. Here and now," he was wearing a blank expression. "You will never show this passage to anyone, unless I tell you to. You will never reveal the true nature of what lies at the end of this passage way. Do you understand me Malfoy?"
Draco nodded, and was extremely curious as to what was down there.
"You will follow me, but not another word from your mouth until I tell you to speak," he said with a slight sneer.
Draco narrowed his eyes at Snape, hating when anyone told him what to do, but he nodded slowly. "Yes Professor."
Snape nodded and walked into the passage, Draco following close behind him.
Harry groaned as he awoke, feeling something tight around his hand and arm. He looked down, seeing nothing but a blur, it took him a moment to realize his glasses were laying on his night table. He reached over, but drew his arm back in pain. He clutched his hand to his chest and breathed for a few moments, waiting til the pain subsided. He finally reached with his other hand and grabbed his glasses, placing them on his face, he looked down at his arm. It was bandaged tightly up to his elbow, with a large pad beneath the bandage positioned where the thorn had been. He shook his head at his stupidity.
"Well its about bloody time you woke up Harry."
Harry looked up to see the two smiling faces of his best friends.
"Yeah, how long was I out?"
"Oh only about a bleemin' day or so," Ron said with a grin. Hermione elbowed him softly, and his ears turned a bright shade of red.
"You've been asleep since Herbology, and its just now after dinner," Hermione told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Harry blushed slightly, and smiled up at her. Ron was still smiling, the action lost on him.
"Your lucky Harry that the thorn that got you was only full of sleeping poison, and not something worse," she scolded him. Her words only softened by her smile. "What were you thinking about that made you not pay attention in class?"
Harry blinked, his cheeks becoming more of a rosy hue. He looked away, not wanting to admit he had been thinking about them. Ron laughed, and pointed at him.
"I bet he was thinking about Cho Chang," he said with a grin. Hermione giggled, and Harry nodded. It was better to let them think that of him instead of the truth for now. Ron smacked him on the back, but instantly regretted it as he saw Harry wince in pain.
"Oh I'm sorry 'arry," he said, turning a light shade of pink.
"It's alright Ron, I just wish it would stop hurting," he replied.
"Well Madame Pomfrey said it would stop hurting by tomorrow," Hermione said.
"Well I hope so," he said with a sigh.
"Well we better get back to Gryffindor Tower before Ron forgets his homework," Hermione said in a slightly teasing manner. Ron turned red.
"I haven't forgotten anything yet 'Mione," he retorted.
"What did Flitwick assign for tomorrow then?" she asked with a small grin.
He looked at her, then looked down at his shoes. Harry grinned at Hermione who grinned back at him. They both knew that Ron had indeed forgotten.
"Come on then, we better get started before you forget what homework even is," she said in her authoritative tone.
"Yes Miss Prefect Granger," he said with an eye roll. She smacked his shoulder as they left Harry with a wave. He sighed, hoping that what he thought was happening really wasn't. He wasn't sure if he wanted to risk their friendships over a possible relationship with any of them. He laid back down, and stared up at the ceiling.
Strangely, thoughts of his mother and father entered his mind. He wished he could have known them so badly. He remembered when they had come out of the tip of Voldemort's wand. How they had looked, and how his mother had calmed him by saying his father was coming soon. He remembered the night they died, as more images had come forth this past summer. The green flash of light from the tip of the wand, and his mother's screams. He had been robbed of the chance to know his parents. And that alone was enough for him to vow to destroy Voldemort and all of his cowardly Death Eaters. He would make him pay, no matter what it took. As if calmed by the presence of his parents, he slowly fell asleep.
End of Chapter 3
