Baby Psycho:
I wasn't going to do another chapter, but I was convinced. This might seem a bit OC, I tried to write it the best I could.
I don't own the world of Hogwarts, as if you hadn't guessed.
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A Death In The Family
Chapter 2-
Hermoine stood in the top of Gryffindor tower, looking out across the quidditch pitch. She sighed as she saw a lone figure sailing through the air on a fast, racing broom. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Malfoy, even if he had never been nice to her or her friends. To have your mother killed and be left with a father like Lucius Malfoy was the worst thing that she could think of happening to someone.
Taking on last look at the small dot flying through the air, Hermoine pushed herself away from the window and started towards the door. She had made up her mind, she just hoped that Ron and Harry didn't hate her for it.
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Draco loved the feeling of invincibility that came over him as he flew. He had finished thinking about the events of the previous week, and was now concentrating on the present. He had learned his first important lesson. The first time he flew. Draco had only been 5 years old when his father bought him his first broom, it was the latest of the Cleansweep series. His father had told him that teaching ones self ensured the mastering of the craft. With this said he disapparated, back into the manor.
It had taken him a few goes to control his broom, but after a while he was zooming around the sky like he was born flying. But he couldn't hold the broom properly, and after attempting to flip, he had slipped from the broom and began to plummet the 50 feet to the ground.
Draco remembered thinking that he would die. Not a panicked thought, but a rational one, he thought it would be a shame if he died before mastering the field of the Dark Arts. Just before impact with the ground his fall stopped. He looked up at the icy grey eyes of his father, and smiled. His father would never let him hit the ground. Lucius had told him that he had successfully learnt the first of many lessons, that no matter what situation, one Malfoy would always be there for another.
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Draco frowned as he was broken from his thoughts, something was calling out. He scanned the ground, and grimaced in disgust when he saw that half- blood, Granger. He flew down to her, slowly. He was curious to see why she would seek him out, but this didn't mean he had to be nice.
Hermoine tried to smile as Malfoy landed in front of her. His hair was wind whipped and he was staring at her with cold grey eyes. She kept looking at him until he rolled his eyes, Hermoine blushed and mentally cursed herself. Noticing that she wasn't getting the hint, Draco asked her what she wanted. She started going on about how she knew this was a hard time for him, and she was always open for a prefect to prefect talk.
Draco snorted at her, " Just because someone's been killed, doesn't mean that I will become a worshiping saviour of disgusting half-bloods like you, Granger". Hermoine looked at him, clearly in shock, " Malfoy.no Draco, your mother was killed by the Dark Arts, and by. well, by Voldemort. Don't you realise that this could happen to you? Don't you even care that she's gone?"
Draco felt like laughing in her face. She was a naive mudblood after-all. She had expected him to break down sobbing, and saying how awful his life was how awful the dark arts were. She was standing there, scanning his face for some sign of grief. For a few seconds he contemplated sniffling a few times, he could have her bedded that night. Then he remembered that she was a half-blood, he shuddered at the thought of contaminating himself like that.
Hermoine thought she saw him shiver at the mention of his mother's death, but this was forgotten as he smirked at her. It wasn't his usual smirk, this on was so cold, and it looked so evil that she shrank away from him subconsciously. " You are a stupid mudblood, aren't you? Did you really think you could ever understand my mind? I am nothing like your little friends, I'm nothing like you, thank god. I don't thrive in the fantasy world of the Gryffindor. I am a pure-blooded Slytherin, it would do you good to remember that in future", and with that he stalked past her and disappeared into the Great Hall.
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Lucius Malfoy was sitting in the high leather chair behind Snape's desk. Snape was pacing back and forth in deep thought. The two had been acquaintances since birth, and had grown closer than best friends. Snape had even been named Draco's guardian. This meant that Snape was responsible for Dracos' safekeeping. If he were allowed to die, Snape's life wouldn't be worth living.
They had been watching Draco fly, and his confrontation with the Granger girl. They, like Draco had been thinking of their future and what was now going to happen. Lucuis was not a typical father figure. There was no denying that he loved his son. That much was apparent, if you understood the way high-clan thought. Draco was not, as most people believed, spoilt. He was given what he needed, not what he wanted. Acting in the way he had ensured that people, especially his teachers, did not become suspicious. If it had been common knowledge that he knew almost everything about magic, in particular, curses, many of the happenings in the school would have been blamed on him.
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Thanks for reading my story. Please review, your suggestions might be used in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I write for people to read.
I wasn't going to do another chapter, but I was convinced. This might seem a bit OC, I tried to write it the best I could.
I don't own the world of Hogwarts, as if you hadn't guessed.
* * *
A Death In The Family
Chapter 2-
Hermoine stood in the top of Gryffindor tower, looking out across the quidditch pitch. She sighed as she saw a lone figure sailing through the air on a fast, racing broom. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Malfoy, even if he had never been nice to her or her friends. To have your mother killed and be left with a father like Lucius Malfoy was the worst thing that she could think of happening to someone.
Taking on last look at the small dot flying through the air, Hermoine pushed herself away from the window and started towards the door. She had made up her mind, she just hoped that Ron and Harry didn't hate her for it.
* * *
Draco loved the feeling of invincibility that came over him as he flew. He had finished thinking about the events of the previous week, and was now concentrating on the present. He had learned his first important lesson. The first time he flew. Draco had only been 5 years old when his father bought him his first broom, it was the latest of the Cleansweep series. His father had told him that teaching ones self ensured the mastering of the craft. With this said he disapparated, back into the manor.
It had taken him a few goes to control his broom, but after a while he was zooming around the sky like he was born flying. But he couldn't hold the broom properly, and after attempting to flip, he had slipped from the broom and began to plummet the 50 feet to the ground.
Draco remembered thinking that he would die. Not a panicked thought, but a rational one, he thought it would be a shame if he died before mastering the field of the Dark Arts. Just before impact with the ground his fall stopped. He looked up at the icy grey eyes of his father, and smiled. His father would never let him hit the ground. Lucius had told him that he had successfully learnt the first of many lessons, that no matter what situation, one Malfoy would always be there for another.
* * *
Draco frowned as he was broken from his thoughts, something was calling out. He scanned the ground, and grimaced in disgust when he saw that half- blood, Granger. He flew down to her, slowly. He was curious to see why she would seek him out, but this didn't mean he had to be nice.
Hermoine tried to smile as Malfoy landed in front of her. His hair was wind whipped and he was staring at her with cold grey eyes. She kept looking at him until he rolled his eyes, Hermoine blushed and mentally cursed herself. Noticing that she wasn't getting the hint, Draco asked her what she wanted. She started going on about how she knew this was a hard time for him, and she was always open for a prefect to prefect talk.
Draco snorted at her, " Just because someone's been killed, doesn't mean that I will become a worshiping saviour of disgusting half-bloods like you, Granger". Hermoine looked at him, clearly in shock, " Malfoy.no Draco, your mother was killed by the Dark Arts, and by. well, by Voldemort. Don't you realise that this could happen to you? Don't you even care that she's gone?"
Draco felt like laughing in her face. She was a naive mudblood after-all. She had expected him to break down sobbing, and saying how awful his life was how awful the dark arts were. She was standing there, scanning his face for some sign of grief. For a few seconds he contemplated sniffling a few times, he could have her bedded that night. Then he remembered that she was a half-blood, he shuddered at the thought of contaminating himself like that.
Hermoine thought she saw him shiver at the mention of his mother's death, but this was forgotten as he smirked at her. It wasn't his usual smirk, this on was so cold, and it looked so evil that she shrank away from him subconsciously. " You are a stupid mudblood, aren't you? Did you really think you could ever understand my mind? I am nothing like your little friends, I'm nothing like you, thank god. I don't thrive in the fantasy world of the Gryffindor. I am a pure-blooded Slytherin, it would do you good to remember that in future", and with that he stalked past her and disappeared into the Great Hall.
* * *
Lucius Malfoy was sitting in the high leather chair behind Snape's desk. Snape was pacing back and forth in deep thought. The two had been acquaintances since birth, and had grown closer than best friends. Snape had even been named Draco's guardian. This meant that Snape was responsible for Dracos' safekeeping. If he were allowed to die, Snape's life wouldn't be worth living.
They had been watching Draco fly, and his confrontation with the Granger girl. They, like Draco had been thinking of their future and what was now going to happen. Lucuis was not a typical father figure. There was no denying that he loved his son. That much was apparent, if you understood the way high-clan thought. Draco was not, as most people believed, spoilt. He was given what he needed, not what he wanted. Acting in the way he had ensured that people, especially his teachers, did not become suspicious. If it had been common knowledge that he knew almost everything about magic, in particular, curses, many of the happenings in the school would have been blamed on him.
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Thanks for reading my story. Please review, your suggestions might be used in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I write for people to read.