:Note to all who reviewed. I'm sorry if you don't like the beginning to my story. And if you flamed, I will say Thanks and Fuck you. I think this story will end up being very good. If you don't like it, don't read. You will understand later on why he acts like that, so shut your hole and wait. Others...thanks. You rock. And note: Writing is my thing. This story is a spur-of-the-moment thing.
Draco sped around. Professor Snape stood there looking at him intently. 'Oh good' Draco thought relieved. "Come with me, Malfoy. Headmaster wants a word." Snape clarified and Draco shuddered.
'Had he heard? no he couldn't have...' "Go on," Snape interrupted. "You won' the long." Draco nodded. 'No trouble, no talk' a fatherly voice said in his head.
"I. I can't, sir." Draco looked around and felt slightly startled. The train moving and him being dizzy as it was didn't help a bit. He walked swiftly away, thankfully, Snape didn't interrupt.
Granger was staring at him from the front of a compartment. "I need to talk to you, Malfoy." She said tonelessly. Draco snarled, "What do you want mudblood?" Hermione smiled lightly and ignored him. Draco thought this peculiar because he, like her friends, always took the chance to make fun or just downright insult the other to his full advantage. She, however, was an exception.
"When the feast is over, meet me in the Trophy room." Draco frowned. "Maybe." He said. He didn't think his mind and his body were functioning together.
"Draco?" Granger said. 'Wait! She said...my first name??' "What?" Granger was walking towards him. Draco drew out his wand. A giggle escaped her. "We're not dueling, Malfoy. Not that I'm scared at all...Its just, I have some people who want to meet you." She had emphasized that last word. Strange. When he hadn't moved, she came forward and lured him into the compartment. His jaw dropped.
"Hello." Weasley said flatly. Potter and the girl Weasley were there too. "Er." Unsure of what exactly to do, he sat down.
Potter looked unconvinced. Of what, Draco wasn't sure. Naturally, this was the last place where he should be. Mr. Malfoy had indeed been caught and put into Azkaban upon the whole fiasco at the Department of Mysteries. 'Maybe Potter has a thing for Granger?' He thought to himself. "Exploding Snap?" Weasley asked everyone. Two voices said," Sure!"
Draco turned to see Potter looking back at him. "Never mind," Harry mumbled as he flung open the compartment door and went out. Hermione got up gingerly and set off.
Draco took the hint and exited without a word. He went back to the compartment where his "loyal" friends would be sitting. Waiting patiently for Draco to come back and share his news.
Yeah, Draco thought 'go ahead and think I'm telling what I know. You'll get what's coming. All of you...and Potter.'