A/N Alright, I know it has been awhile since I've updated but I'm just
moving in and things are a little hectic and crazy. Yay for college (sorry
I think I dripped a little sarcasm on my keyboard) But anyways, here it
goes.
Oh, and thank you to the reviewer who corrected my misspelling of BELLATRIX Lestrange's name. I loaned the book to my friend and had to try and conjure it up from memory. Come to think of it.I haven't gotten that book back yet. Damn you Kevin! You will pay! Oh, and I also fixed chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing! Please don't sue me! I'm a college student in Richmond, The armpit of America!!!! I ask bums for spare change! Honestly!
The next two weeks passed uneventfully, but strangely for one Draco Malfoy. He seemed more and more distracted by Granger, that disgusting mudblood, and her odd behavior as of late. Every time he saw her in Potions or Defense Against the Dark Arts she was stroking and clutching that weird necklace of hers. Her behavior wasn't the only thing bothering him. His usually thick sidekick Crabbe was acting strangely suspicious. He got an owl at least once everyday, but he would just shove the note into his pocket and pretend like nothing happened. That was strange enough, but what was even more interesting was the look he would get on his face whenever one arrived. An expression of greedy, almost manic glee would slip across his face and be gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
Today would be different however. Draco was going to find out what was going on come hell or high water. Crabbe received his owl at breakfast and immediately crunched the parchment up in his fat fist and crammed it into his pocket. Draco was so wrapped up in what Crabbe was doing, he didn't notice that Goyle had received an owl as well. The two of them finished cramming enormous and inhuman amounts of food down their throats and stood up, stalking out of the Great Hall. Draco's silvery eyes followed them as they lumbered down along the Slytherin tables and out the doors. Draco waited a few minutes and then stood up gracefully, and followed.
He didn't have to walk far down the hall before he found his two air headed lackeys, hunched over the letters they had received that morning.
"What are you thick idiots doing out here? Tell me what's going on here or I'll hex you both so badly you'll be vomiting slugs till spring!" Draco spoke in a low, menacing voice. He crossed his arms over his chest and threw them his infamous Malfoy glare. The two twits looked up at him and then at one another, their eyebrows knitting together in fury. The pair turned towards Draco and began to advance on him, shoving the crumpled noted into their pockets as they went. Draco was taken aback for a moment, before reaching inside his robes for his wand.
Just as his hand began to close around his wand he was thrown backwards by a blow to the stomach. Draco stumbled, his neat blonde hair falling into his eyes as he crashed into the stone wall. Before his gargantuan attackers could get another shot in, Draco lashed out quickly, catching an unsuspecting Goyle across the jaw. Crabbe aimed his ham sized fist at Draco's face, but Malfoy was too fast for him. He ducked out of the way and Crabbe cried out as his fist slammed into the stone wall, inches from Draco's head. Draco took advantage of Crabbe's distraction and rammed his shoulder into the large boy's chest, knocking him out of the way. As Draco slipped past Crabbe, another punch crashed into Malfoy's already tender stomach. As Draco bent over, clutching his gut and fighting a bout of nausea, another fist caught him across the jaw and sent him reeling to the cold, stone floor.
"Hey! Stop it!" He heard a voice scream out as both of Draco's attackers approached his prone form.
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Hermione trudged alone through the halls towards the Gryffindor tower. She had been halfway through her breakfast when she realized that she had forgotten her Arithmancy book in her room. Hermione had been walking down the hall, chiding herself and the necklace for distracting her, when she came across Malfoy and his two goons. Hermione had to practically pick her jaw up off the stone floor at the sight she beheld. Crabbe and Goyle were attacking Malfoy! She actually had to blink a few times to make sure she was seeing straight.
She was also surprised to see that Malfoy was handling himself pretty well considering the odds were two to one. His odds seemed to be getting worse however, and she winced when Malfoy was thrown to the floor. Normally she would have been happy to see Malfoy get his comeuppance, but this was just too much. She looked down at her pride and joy, the shiny Prefect badge pinned to her robes, and decided she had to intervene.
"Hey! Stop it!" She screamed at the two advancing on Malfoy as he tried to rise off the floor. "I'm getting Professor McGonagall, your behavior is absolutely inexcusable!" She stared at them long enough for Malfoy to get off the floor, before stowing all the foul words clamoring to escape her mouth, spinning on her heel, and heading back towards the doors of the Great Hall.
"Don't just stand there you idiot, grab her!"
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"Don't just stand there you idiot, grab her!" Crabbe growled at Goyle, shoving the other boy towards Granger. Goyle lumbered towards the girl, grabbing the the sleeve of her robes. Granger skillfully spun out of her robes, leaving Goyle holding nothing but black fabric, and began to run. Goyle lunged after her and snatched her arm, squeezing tightly and yanking her back towards him. He covered her mouth with his sweaty, meaty hand when she tried to scream, and carried her kicking and struggling back towards Crabbe. While Draco was distracted by the exchange, Crabbe shoved him off his feet and to the floor again. A well aimed kick connected with Draco's ribcage and he was rewarded with a hideous crack. As Crabbe reared back for another kick, he was surprised to hear Goyle cry out. Crabbe turned his big, fat head towards the noise. Draco felt the smirk return to his face despite the pulsing pain in his side. Granger was scrambling up off the floor where Goyle dropped her after she had bitten his hand hard enough to draw blood. Goyle reached out and grabbed her around the waist with his good arm, while shaking his bleeding one in pain. Draco took this opportunity to jump to his feet, but not before he saw Granger lift her arm and ram her elbow into Goyle's stomach. The gigantic hippo of a boy made the grave mistake of doubling over with the hit, and in one motion, Granger used the same elbow to break his nose. 'Where in the hell did she learn that?' Draco couldn't help thinking as his knee connected with a distracted Crabbe's gut. Draco pulled his fist back and Crabbe went down with the impact, blood pouring from his lip and nose. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Granger skirt around Goyle as he tried to push himself up off the floor, and come stand next to him. He looked her swiftly up and down, from her chunky oxfords, to her knee high white socks, to her hand rubbing her middle, to the bruises already forming on her arm, to her face flushed in rage, all the way to the top of her not- so-bushy head. Draco glared down at Crabbe as he struggled to his feet, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand. Crabbe glared straight back at him, but the fight seemed to have gone out of the tubby Slytherin.
"Just you wait Malfoy." Crabbe warned, spitting blood onto the floor. "We'll get you and your backstabbing father."
'What the hell does that mean?' Draco thought.
Crabbe staggered towards Goyle, but stopped first in front of Granger. He looked her up and down, and his slimy toad-tounge slid over his fat lips. Draco could feel his blood start to boil again, though he wasn't sure why. "Don't you worry you mudblooded bitch, you'll get yours. They're coming for you." He said as he pointed a finger at Granger. Without another word, he turned and strode swiftly, all be it gingerly, down the hall, Goyle close on his heels. Draco turned and looked at Granger, who looked back at him, her face a mask of sheer bafflement. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Professor Snape rounded the corner. When he spotted Draco he strode purposefully over to him, halting when he saw Draco clutching his ribs and rubbing his bruised jaw.
"Well," The greasy Professor said, taking in Draco's injuries and completely ignoring the Gryffindor next to him. "It seems I've not found you in the nick of time. Mr. Malfoy, please accompany me to the Headmaster's office." Snape turned on Granger, briefly taking in her robeless, bruised state. "And as for you Miss Granger."
"It wasn't me!" She said, indignation rising in her voice. "I know what it looks like but those two fool."
"As for you Miss Granger," Snape repeated, his voice rising to be heard over her objections. "You are going to be late for class, I suggest you hurry." Snape turned back to his favorite Slytherin. "Follow me Mr. Malfoy."
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Hermione watched, perplexed, as Malfoy and Snape strode briskly down the Hall towards Dumbledore's office. 'What in the hell is going on?' Hermione asked herself. 'And what did Crabbe mean, they're coming for me.' She stood silently in the hall for a few moments before she was jarred out of her daze by the sounds of students pouring out of the Great Hall. Hermione threw up her hands in exasperation, snatched up her discarded bag and robes, and took off quickly for her room.
A/N Ok I'm done for now. What could be happening? Who's coming for Hermione? Huh? HUH? Answer me!.....Oh wait, that's right, you don't know. But you can know later, maybe even later today, if I ever get out of my math lab. Curse math!!!!! Oh well, ta-ta.
Oh, and thank you to the reviewer who corrected my misspelling of BELLATRIX Lestrange's name. I loaned the book to my friend and had to try and conjure it up from memory. Come to think of it.I haven't gotten that book back yet. Damn you Kevin! You will pay! Oh, and I also fixed chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing! Please don't sue me! I'm a college student in Richmond, The armpit of America!!!! I ask bums for spare change! Honestly!
The next two weeks passed uneventfully, but strangely for one Draco Malfoy. He seemed more and more distracted by Granger, that disgusting mudblood, and her odd behavior as of late. Every time he saw her in Potions or Defense Against the Dark Arts she was stroking and clutching that weird necklace of hers. Her behavior wasn't the only thing bothering him. His usually thick sidekick Crabbe was acting strangely suspicious. He got an owl at least once everyday, but he would just shove the note into his pocket and pretend like nothing happened. That was strange enough, but what was even more interesting was the look he would get on his face whenever one arrived. An expression of greedy, almost manic glee would slip across his face and be gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
Today would be different however. Draco was going to find out what was going on come hell or high water. Crabbe received his owl at breakfast and immediately crunched the parchment up in his fat fist and crammed it into his pocket. Draco was so wrapped up in what Crabbe was doing, he didn't notice that Goyle had received an owl as well. The two of them finished cramming enormous and inhuman amounts of food down their throats and stood up, stalking out of the Great Hall. Draco's silvery eyes followed them as they lumbered down along the Slytherin tables and out the doors. Draco waited a few minutes and then stood up gracefully, and followed.
He didn't have to walk far down the hall before he found his two air headed lackeys, hunched over the letters they had received that morning.
"What are you thick idiots doing out here? Tell me what's going on here or I'll hex you both so badly you'll be vomiting slugs till spring!" Draco spoke in a low, menacing voice. He crossed his arms over his chest and threw them his infamous Malfoy glare. The two twits looked up at him and then at one another, their eyebrows knitting together in fury. The pair turned towards Draco and began to advance on him, shoving the crumpled noted into their pockets as they went. Draco was taken aback for a moment, before reaching inside his robes for his wand.
Just as his hand began to close around his wand he was thrown backwards by a blow to the stomach. Draco stumbled, his neat blonde hair falling into his eyes as he crashed into the stone wall. Before his gargantuan attackers could get another shot in, Draco lashed out quickly, catching an unsuspecting Goyle across the jaw. Crabbe aimed his ham sized fist at Draco's face, but Malfoy was too fast for him. He ducked out of the way and Crabbe cried out as his fist slammed into the stone wall, inches from Draco's head. Draco took advantage of Crabbe's distraction and rammed his shoulder into the large boy's chest, knocking him out of the way. As Draco slipped past Crabbe, another punch crashed into Malfoy's already tender stomach. As Draco bent over, clutching his gut and fighting a bout of nausea, another fist caught him across the jaw and sent him reeling to the cold, stone floor.
"Hey! Stop it!" He heard a voice scream out as both of Draco's attackers approached his prone form.
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Hermione trudged alone through the halls towards the Gryffindor tower. She had been halfway through her breakfast when she realized that she had forgotten her Arithmancy book in her room. Hermione had been walking down the hall, chiding herself and the necklace for distracting her, when she came across Malfoy and his two goons. Hermione had to practically pick her jaw up off the stone floor at the sight she beheld. Crabbe and Goyle were attacking Malfoy! She actually had to blink a few times to make sure she was seeing straight.
She was also surprised to see that Malfoy was handling himself pretty well considering the odds were two to one. His odds seemed to be getting worse however, and she winced when Malfoy was thrown to the floor. Normally she would have been happy to see Malfoy get his comeuppance, but this was just too much. She looked down at her pride and joy, the shiny Prefect badge pinned to her robes, and decided she had to intervene.
"Hey! Stop it!" She screamed at the two advancing on Malfoy as he tried to rise off the floor. "I'm getting Professor McGonagall, your behavior is absolutely inexcusable!" She stared at them long enough for Malfoy to get off the floor, before stowing all the foul words clamoring to escape her mouth, spinning on her heel, and heading back towards the doors of the Great Hall.
"Don't just stand there you idiot, grab her!"
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"Don't just stand there you idiot, grab her!" Crabbe growled at Goyle, shoving the other boy towards Granger. Goyle lumbered towards the girl, grabbing the the sleeve of her robes. Granger skillfully spun out of her robes, leaving Goyle holding nothing but black fabric, and began to run. Goyle lunged after her and snatched her arm, squeezing tightly and yanking her back towards him. He covered her mouth with his sweaty, meaty hand when she tried to scream, and carried her kicking and struggling back towards Crabbe. While Draco was distracted by the exchange, Crabbe shoved him off his feet and to the floor again. A well aimed kick connected with Draco's ribcage and he was rewarded with a hideous crack. As Crabbe reared back for another kick, he was surprised to hear Goyle cry out. Crabbe turned his big, fat head towards the noise. Draco felt the smirk return to his face despite the pulsing pain in his side. Granger was scrambling up off the floor where Goyle dropped her after she had bitten his hand hard enough to draw blood. Goyle reached out and grabbed her around the waist with his good arm, while shaking his bleeding one in pain. Draco took this opportunity to jump to his feet, but not before he saw Granger lift her arm and ram her elbow into Goyle's stomach. The gigantic hippo of a boy made the grave mistake of doubling over with the hit, and in one motion, Granger used the same elbow to break his nose. 'Where in the hell did she learn that?' Draco couldn't help thinking as his knee connected with a distracted Crabbe's gut. Draco pulled his fist back and Crabbe went down with the impact, blood pouring from his lip and nose. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Granger skirt around Goyle as he tried to push himself up off the floor, and come stand next to him. He looked her swiftly up and down, from her chunky oxfords, to her knee high white socks, to her hand rubbing her middle, to the bruises already forming on her arm, to her face flushed in rage, all the way to the top of her not- so-bushy head. Draco glared down at Crabbe as he struggled to his feet, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand. Crabbe glared straight back at him, but the fight seemed to have gone out of the tubby Slytherin.
"Just you wait Malfoy." Crabbe warned, spitting blood onto the floor. "We'll get you and your backstabbing father."
'What the hell does that mean?' Draco thought.
Crabbe staggered towards Goyle, but stopped first in front of Granger. He looked her up and down, and his slimy toad-tounge slid over his fat lips. Draco could feel his blood start to boil again, though he wasn't sure why. "Don't you worry you mudblooded bitch, you'll get yours. They're coming for you." He said as he pointed a finger at Granger. Without another word, he turned and strode swiftly, all be it gingerly, down the hall, Goyle close on his heels. Draco turned and looked at Granger, who looked back at him, her face a mask of sheer bafflement. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Professor Snape rounded the corner. When he spotted Draco he strode purposefully over to him, halting when he saw Draco clutching his ribs and rubbing his bruised jaw.
"Well," The greasy Professor said, taking in Draco's injuries and completely ignoring the Gryffindor next to him. "It seems I've not found you in the nick of time. Mr. Malfoy, please accompany me to the Headmaster's office." Snape turned on Granger, briefly taking in her robeless, bruised state. "And as for you Miss Granger."
"It wasn't me!" She said, indignation rising in her voice. "I know what it looks like but those two fool."
"As for you Miss Granger," Snape repeated, his voice rising to be heard over her objections. "You are going to be late for class, I suggest you hurry." Snape turned back to his favorite Slytherin. "Follow me Mr. Malfoy."
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Hermione watched, perplexed, as Malfoy and Snape strode briskly down the Hall towards Dumbledore's office. 'What in the hell is going on?' Hermione asked herself. 'And what did Crabbe mean, they're coming for me.' She stood silently in the hall for a few moments before she was jarred out of her daze by the sounds of students pouring out of the Great Hall. Hermione threw up her hands in exasperation, snatched up her discarded bag and robes, and took off quickly for her room.
A/N Ok I'm done for now. What could be happening? Who's coming for Hermione? Huh? HUH? Answer me!.....Oh wait, that's right, you don't know. But you can know later, maybe even later today, if I ever get out of my math lab. Curse math!!!!! Oh well, ta-ta.
