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So, in this one, there is some Draco/Hermione stuff, but don't expect too much,
I will make it really slooooww.. *g*
In other words: I'd like them to suffer!
Fredand GeorgeWeasley are gods: (I totally agree with you!) Nah, I won't make
him a pussy. But I think he has to be a little… melachonic and sad and
thoughtfully and so on, for a little while, you must admit, that his father has
done cruel things to him. He can't be just all happy! But I'll try to keep him
"manly" *laugh my fat ass off*
Hermione, Ron and Harry stepped through the doors into the Hall. Ron and Harry were deeply into a conversation about Quidditch, and Hermione thought about her new book while they walked into the great hall.
Draco walked down the stairs and watched the clique. Ginny and Neville were also there, and they were quite insular from the rest of Hogwarts. Draco watched as Harry moved to show Ron a new position he learned out of a book. Ron laughed, and so did Neville and Ginny, though Hermione were standing on the edge of the group and looking thoughtfully.
He wondered, what he should do, know, that all the Slytherins won't accept him anymore. He halfway considered to walk to Dumbledore and ask him, if he could get a room by himself. But then his proud would be totally damaged. All of the other Death Eaters children would think he's a coward, and that would be far worse than everything else. Because all that those Slytherin will know about him, will his father also know. And he didn't want to show Lucius Malfoy any weak sites.
Draco reached his house table, but he felt, the first time in his life, that he don't belong there, and he set himself far away from Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkiston, who were surely already told by there parents what he had done.
Dumbledores speech this time was hold quickly, and he was glad, because his stomach felt, like he hadn't had something in there for ages. Which might be, reconsidered, really true.
Before Draco was ready to leave the hall, he looked, again, to the Gryffindor table. He watched as Ron made a funny face with two tomatoes (as eyes) and a pickle (as mouth). He balanced a potatoe on his nose, and then turned to the cherry's and hung them over his ears. The hole table roared with laughter. To Draco, this was just another reason to hate them. The hole lot of them, mudbloods, and fame searching, arrogant gits, surrounded by stupid people, who only used their brain to laugh at the famous. He couldn't stand the thought that everyone seemed to enjoy theirselfs while he just ... just sat there and waited.
Somehow he wished he wouldn't have survived the curse. It seemed just useless. What was he supposed to do? He had no friends. And jet, the school hadn't began, he didn't even have something to learn, or any homework to do. Of course, he could read his schoolbooks. This wasn't this bad idea. But his schoolbooks weren't interesting anymore. His father told him which books he needed the next year, and he bought it straight on the end of the last school year. The thought of his father hurt. He would have never thought, that he was able…
He shook his head, as if the thoughts would vanish if he just shook hard enough. He strode of to the library, to find another book to read.
Minutes later, he said down, with a copy of The most dangerous potions and their effect and sank into his favorite suspect.
He liked the library when it was empty. It was just empty in the early morning, late at night and, of course, when the term hasn't start. But he wouldn't have thought that anyone would come to the library on the first school day, except him of course.
Draco was wrong. A lank, bushy brown haired girl stepped in the library. It was pretty dark outside, so he couldn't make out who it was in the first moment. But from the candlelights surrounding her face as she stepped nearer, he recognized her as Hermione Granger. Immediately, Draco hid in the shadows. He didn't want to draw attention to him. Though he wasn't eager to speak with this mudblood, he also didn't want anyone to know, he's kind of bookworm. He didn't like the idea of people thinking he was a striver.
Hermione strode through the book shelves, trying to find a copy of transfiguration in animagi which wasn't easy, because this wasn't usual light reading. She went on, and while going, she went nearer and nearer Draco, who didn't dare to move, or take a breath.
'This is childish!', said a voice in Draco's head. 'I don't know why I'm hiding from Granger! Could do with a little fun, thought, could jinx her…' but he kept his wand down, and didn't move. He just watched her, on tiptoes and searching for this book.
After a little while, she cheered and left the library with a heavy book, looking rather to big for her. One instant Draco found himself wanting to help this tiny girl carrying that great book, but then he stooped himself.
'what am I thinking? Me? Helping a mudblood? It must be late, I should sleep, it was I little too much for me today, it seems…' and so he began to walk towards the dungeons, in the Slytherin common room.
He could hear all the Slytherin lot screaming, laughing and having fun in there. Draco looked at his watch, it was just half past eleven, of course everyone's still telling holidaystorys. He had also a funny story to tell.
'Oh, I've betrayed the Death Eater and the dark Lord, my father used the crucius curse on me, I've spend a lot of time sleeping in the hospital wing of Hogwarts… YES, really, funny holiday, wasn't it?.' he smirked at the thought of telling his "friends" this story.
"Phoenixtear", he muttered, and the portrait swung open. All Slytherins turned to look at whom would come this late to the common room.
The room felt silent. The noisy conversation turned to a general whisper, pointing at Draco, the most of them looking at him in disgust, and telling the first years who this stranger is.
Draco turned to the sleeping dormitories, trying to get through the crowd. Suddenly Pansy Parkinson turned up in front of him.
"Well well well," she grinned spiteful, "If this isn't Draco Malfoy!"
Pansys eyes gleamed at him evil.
"What do you want, Pansy?", Draco asked coolly. Maybe, if he just pretended…
"You know exactly what I mean!", she shrieked, in her annoying high pitched voice.
The words "Traitor", "Betrayer" and "Snitcher" spun around in the common room.
"I'm afraid I do not. Is ickle Pansy-darling not in a good mood today?", he spoke in a voice as if to a baby, while grabbing her cheek and twitching it. If her glance could have done any harm to him, he might have dropped dead in this moment.
"Now, Pansy, I'm really tired, you see? I just simply don't care what you guys think about me."
"Think I should make you care then, shouldn't I?", Pansy hissed angrily.
Draco forced his way through the crowd again, ignoring Pansy, and turning to the boy's dormitorys. But then something hit him in back. He fell on the floor, his backbone hurting badly.
He stood up again. It felt like every bone in his body would break, but he forced himself not to be striked down by those kids. [maybe, he has just read fReDAnD GEoRGeWeASleY ArE gODs' review, and now tries to be MANLY! *still laughing*]
He turned around to face goyle, who was just about to hit him with the foot, but Draco pointed his wand on him.
"Believe me, against the crucius curse, your hits are like soft strokes,"he said coldly and then finally got to his dormitory.
N/A: I'm afraid Malfoy isn't
manly enough... *rofl* no, honest, he plays cool outside, but inside, he is
just a softy. J
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