Note: I plan to try my hardest to make the chapters longer. Its just difficult for me in this particular story because I want there to be cliffhangers. Yeah I think Chapter 3 got most of you more intrigued...or at least I hope so. Read and Review. Flames welcome, it seems, that, you already all do that without me saying so...carry on. note to the reviewer: who Wrote the Choice and The girl Who lived
Chapter 4
Draco knew it. They'd be there, right? Waiting happily for their leader as always. W r o n g.
BOOM! Draco didn't see it coming. A fist knocked him. Then another. He heard the familiar stupid chuckles of his cronies. "Crabbe? G-goyle?" He muttered completely shocked. "Yeah. Mudblood-lover." They high-fived at that one. "What are you ranting on about?" Draco said standing and holding his eye.
"You." Boom. The next blow sent him to the floor. Without thinking much, Draco grabbed his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!" Now it was they who fell to the floor. Most unfortunately, Crabbe grabbed his wand and muttered some jinx. Footsteps came pounding, but Draco couldn't move. A male voice shouted the counter curse. Potter.
"You okay?" Hermione asked him. He shrugged her off. "Fine." Ron and a few others had come out to see all the commotion. Draco didn't feel much like explaining. He didn't think about what he was doing. "Uh, sor- Thanks." He nodded to Potter and the others and jogged off before the Head Boy or someone came to investigate. "You feel like explaining?" A menacing voice asked icily. Draco wheeled around. "Or should I curse it out of you, mate?" Draco shook his head. Weasley and Potter.
*Harry's Pov*
Well its pretty obvious that Malfoy isn't talking. I bet its 'cause his dad and all. I mean...that was like his whole family who got put in Azkaban. I wonder who he's living with. Probably some distant family. At least he doesn't have the Dursley's...although he and Dudley might get on quite well...Anyway, we have to find out if he intends on finishing his dad's work. If Dumbledore can't get him to talk...and Hermione's trying...Ron's no use...Maybe I'll...NO! Me? I don't know...maybe he'd talk to me...I'll let Hermione try first.
"Malfoy you can't act like we don't know. My dad knows, he-" "I know perfectly well, Weasel. You must be dearly mistaken if you think I'll confide in your arse. Watch it. I don't owe you-"
Draco was cut off in his soft, but deadly, sentence. "Like bloody hell. You owe us more than your whole family's cursed lives are worth."
Malfoy turned on Harry. He smiled faintly. "Perhaps Potter's anger has a source...Yes. Alright, Golden boy...let's see if you can handle it."