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"Where do you get off Malfoy threatening Hermione like that?" Harry yelled at Draco.
"Well technically, Potter, I didn't threaten Granger, I threatened you and Weasley and we all know what a shame it would be if you and him were off the planet, just like your greasy, grimy godfather."
Harry's eyes widened and his lips started to quiver, rage was consuming him.
"Take that back Malfoy." Harry's fists clenched.
"Which part," Malfoy replied, "the one where I said you didn't deserve to be on the planet or where I called your dead godfather a greasy, grimy git?" Draco smiled wickedly.
Harry jumped on Draco, trying with all his might to wound the boy under him. His arms swung at Draco's nose and he took his hands to Draco's hair hitting his head on the cold stone floor. Harry felt Draco kick his legs madly but he refused to take any notice, Draco would pay for he just said. Slowly Harry withdrew his wand and placed it over Draco's head, he was about to mutter a spell, he was about to mutter words that would make Draco Malfoy wish he was never born when he heard his name being called.
"Harry! Harry don't!" Hermione Granger came running up to his side pushing Harry off Draco.
"Let him be!" She said frantically, "He's just a stupid boy, come on he's not worth this!"
Harry looked up at her, "He made fun of Sirius." Hermione's mouth opened slightly and she understood.
Draco lay on the floor in minor pain. He reached his hand up to his nose, blood. That was probably the extent of the damage. Potter was not a good fighter, at least not against him, not against a Malfoy.
Harry slowly got up and walked past Draco. Hermione was right, Draco wasn't worth this and plus Harry had the satisfaction of knowing he sent Lucius Malfoy to Azkaban that summer. Harry smiled. Yes, that was enough to get his mind away from Sirius.
Once Harry was out of site Draco sat up. Bloody golden child attacked him. An actual physical fight that had showed that Draco could prevail. Draco sneered; dare he tell Lord Voldermort that he had been beaten up by Potter? He could just imagine the Dark Lord's face now. Wonderful.
"Malfoy where do you get off insulting Harry's godfather like that? Do you have any idea how hard it was for him to lose him?" Hermione spat at Draco.
Lose him? Draco couldn't understand how hard it was to lose someone? Even when his own father was now rotting in a wizard prison, having been sent there by the same people who were now telling him he couldn't feel loss? They had made him feel loss, they had made the spiral happen and here they were oblivious to that fact. Bloody Hypocrites.
"Does the entire trio use the same mannerisms Granger? Cause if you do then outsmarting you will be no trouble at all." He replied coolly.
"You're such a prick Malfoy!" Hermione was angry now, why did everyone get angry around him? God.
"Ah, but Granger you see I will be a prick for a day but you will be a mudblood for a lifetime." Draco smiled at her.
Hermione's nostrils flared and her eyes came to points. "Humph!" She replied.
"What dazzling intellect you have Granger! Any other things you would like to point out?"
Hermione stared at him, no glared at him and then stormed away.
'Stupid Girl.' Draco thought. Although he had to be more careful now, if Harry Potter would attack him for a little name-calling then Draco would have to watch himself. Draco slowly got to his feet and raised his hand to his nose, it had stopped bleeding. Malfoy's had always been quick healers. Draco sighed. Now he would carry himself off to bed and then tomorrow wake up to another horrible day. Another day of classes, bland food, and then a meeting with Snape. Just peachy!
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The next morning came to quickly in Draco's opinion. He had only fallen asleep when he heard his fellow Slytherin's waking to the new day. Why did school have to begin so early? Since he was in sixth year, you would think that maybe, just maybe they could push his classes back, but no. Draco slowly got up and begun to get dressed. School seemed so meaningless now, what with the impending war and the fact everyone had now realized Lord Voldermort was back. It seemed hopeless to go on with learning minimal spells that would surely not protect them when the war came. Draco groaned. He would put on a sneer and go on with the day. Maybe it wouldn't be too terrible.
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The day, luckily had gone by extremely quickly and before Draco knew it he was carrying himself to Snape's office for there little, 'Meeting'. Draco knocked on the door softly when he arrived, hopefully Snape wouldn't hear him and Draco would be free to go back to the common room. The door opened.
"Hello Draco. Come in." Severus Snape replied shortly.
Draco slowly walked in dragging his feet. Maybe they would talk fast, I mean what more can you say other then, 'Yes, Lord Voldermort is gaining strength and we will all perish, except for us death eaters! Let us laugh at the good guys!' Although Draco did find it hard to see Snape laughing like they were chums.
"Have a seat." Snape said as he walked to his own desk and sat.
Draco sat awkwardly in a chair in front of the desk. Draco surveyed Snape's office and saw an unopened chocolate frog sitting in front of him. Draco smiled; he had always loved chocolate frogs. Draco reached for it and opened it popping it in his mouth.
"Ooo. iM sry Sape, did foo wan zis?" Draco said with a full mouth. Snape stared at Draco blankly.
"Listen Draco, you know you are sort of like a nephew to me and I just wanted to know that you're okay." Snape said after a few seconds.
Draco stopped mid-chew. Okay? How could he be okay? God. Stupid idiot Professor with his stupid idiot black hair and eyes. Draco swallowed.
"Of course I'm okay Professor. Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all." He replied happily. Damn he was a good actor.
Snape surveyed Draco; he highly doubted he was telling the truth.
"Are you sure Draco, I know you and your father were very close and that him being sent to Azkaban was a great loss to you." Snape tried to manage a small smile.
Draco wanted to burst out laughing.
"I'm fine Professor, thank you for, um, taking time to talk with me." Draco needed to leave, he couldn't keep up this charade anymore, he was either going to die laughing and completely piss Snape off or reveal more about himself then he wanted to.
"I'm not done Draco." Snape replied curtly
Draco had bee in mid stand, hoping he would have gotten out of here by now.
"Oh. Sorry. What else is there?" Draco replied, trying to hide the fear in his voice. He did not want to talk about him.
"Well Draco, I know that since your father is gone the Dark Lord will be wanting to replace him and you will seem a likely candidate, having his blood run in your veins."
"Oh." Draco replied, although he already fully knew this. Hell, he had already been approached.
"You know, Draco you could always, and dare you say this outside of this room and I will beat you like the little maggot you are, you could always think about joining the Order of the Phoenix, if you didn't want to become a death eater."
'Right, so much for that, 'I think of you as a nephew speech.' Draco thought. 'Wait. Had Severus Snape just suggested that he join the order? Oh this was to much.'
"You know bloody well I would be dead before my name signed that paper." Draco replied viciously. There really was no hope for him.
"Yes, but Draco--"
"Why are you so interested in the Order? Are you actually double-crossing Lord Voldermort? You are a spy aren't you!"
Snape rose from his desk, his eyes filled with hate.
"Get out of my office, Mr. Malfoy! How dare you even imply that I am working for the order! Get out!" Snape bellowed.
Draco grabbed his bag and ran out of the room. It had been a fairly decent discussion; no one had ended up dead.
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Draco ran all the way to the library. His head was buzzing, join the order? Defy Voldermort? Oh this was too much. Draco ran in-between two bookshelves and hit his head. Before he even got time to think he heard something.
"Yeah, Snape's talking to him now. We have to find out if Voldermort has made a move on him yet." Came the voice of Harry Potter.
"Oh Ron, shut up you should be able to hear his name now." Hermione piped in.
"I can! It's just, why do we have to find out if Malfoy is a death eater? I mean so what if he is?" Ron replied.
"If he is then we have to keep special eyes on him and if he isn't we need him for the order, he knows more about Voldermort--oh shut up Ron-- then any of us ever will. That means you both have to be nicer to him. Well at least human. He did deserve what Harry gave him last night." Hermione shot back.
Draco was in shock; they needed to know if he was a death eater. They needed him for the order. His mouth had to be on the floor.
"I don't care if the little prick is a death eater or not. Let him get what's coming to him." Ron said.
It wasn't registering, them needing, him? Wow. To bad it was too late. Draco slowly walked away from the library thinking about what he had just heard. It was so much to take in. Draco walked slowly back to the common room but then he paused and smiled. He could have a lot of fun with this, with them. That was the thought that was going to get him through the year.
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A/N: Okay okay! Another Cliffy, and I know you didn't expect such a major thing to be revealed so soon but trust me; it's still got a ways to go! Thank you so much once again to my wonderful reviewers! I'm gonna be checking out some of your stories tonight while I take breaks from writing. Oh I'm worried you guys won't like this chapter! Eep! Well tell me what you think! Thankies!
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"Where do you get off Malfoy threatening Hermione like that?" Harry yelled at Draco.
"Well technically, Potter, I didn't threaten Granger, I threatened you and Weasley and we all know what a shame it would be if you and him were off the planet, just like your greasy, grimy godfather."
Harry's eyes widened and his lips started to quiver, rage was consuming him.
"Take that back Malfoy." Harry's fists clenched.
"Which part," Malfoy replied, "the one where I said you didn't deserve to be on the planet or where I called your dead godfather a greasy, grimy git?" Draco smiled wickedly.
Harry jumped on Draco, trying with all his might to wound the boy under him. His arms swung at Draco's nose and he took his hands to Draco's hair hitting his head on the cold stone floor. Harry felt Draco kick his legs madly but he refused to take any notice, Draco would pay for he just said. Slowly Harry withdrew his wand and placed it over Draco's head, he was about to mutter a spell, he was about to mutter words that would make Draco Malfoy wish he was never born when he heard his name being called.
"Harry! Harry don't!" Hermione Granger came running up to his side pushing Harry off Draco.
"Let him be!" She said frantically, "He's just a stupid boy, come on he's not worth this!"
Harry looked up at her, "He made fun of Sirius." Hermione's mouth opened slightly and she understood.
Draco lay on the floor in minor pain. He reached his hand up to his nose, blood. That was probably the extent of the damage. Potter was not a good fighter, at least not against him, not against a Malfoy.
Harry slowly got up and walked past Draco. Hermione was right, Draco wasn't worth this and plus Harry had the satisfaction of knowing he sent Lucius Malfoy to Azkaban that summer. Harry smiled. Yes, that was enough to get his mind away from Sirius.
Once Harry was out of site Draco sat up. Bloody golden child attacked him. An actual physical fight that had showed that Draco could prevail. Draco sneered; dare he tell Lord Voldermort that he had been beaten up by Potter? He could just imagine the Dark Lord's face now. Wonderful.
"Malfoy where do you get off insulting Harry's godfather like that? Do you have any idea how hard it was for him to lose him?" Hermione spat at Draco.
Lose him? Draco couldn't understand how hard it was to lose someone? Even when his own father was now rotting in a wizard prison, having been sent there by the same people who were now telling him he couldn't feel loss? They had made him feel loss, they had made the spiral happen and here they were oblivious to that fact. Bloody Hypocrites.
"Does the entire trio use the same mannerisms Granger? Cause if you do then outsmarting you will be no trouble at all." He replied coolly.
"You're such a prick Malfoy!" Hermione was angry now, why did everyone get angry around him? God.
"Ah, but Granger you see I will be a prick for a day but you will be a mudblood for a lifetime." Draco smiled at her.
Hermione's nostrils flared and her eyes came to points. "Humph!" She replied.
"What dazzling intellect you have Granger! Any other things you would like to point out?"
Hermione stared at him, no glared at him and then stormed away.
'Stupid Girl.' Draco thought. Although he had to be more careful now, if Harry Potter would attack him for a little name-calling then Draco would have to watch himself. Draco slowly got to his feet and raised his hand to his nose, it had stopped bleeding. Malfoy's had always been quick healers. Draco sighed. Now he would carry himself off to bed and then tomorrow wake up to another horrible day. Another day of classes, bland food, and then a meeting with Snape. Just peachy!
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The next morning came to quickly in Draco's opinion. He had only fallen asleep when he heard his fellow Slytherin's waking to the new day. Why did school have to begin so early? Since he was in sixth year, you would think that maybe, just maybe they could push his classes back, but no. Draco slowly got up and begun to get dressed. School seemed so meaningless now, what with the impending war and the fact everyone had now realized Lord Voldermort was back. It seemed hopeless to go on with learning minimal spells that would surely not protect them when the war came. Draco groaned. He would put on a sneer and go on with the day. Maybe it wouldn't be too terrible.
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The day, luckily had gone by extremely quickly and before Draco knew it he was carrying himself to Snape's office for there little, 'Meeting'. Draco knocked on the door softly when he arrived, hopefully Snape wouldn't hear him and Draco would be free to go back to the common room. The door opened.
"Hello Draco. Come in." Severus Snape replied shortly.
Draco slowly walked in dragging his feet. Maybe they would talk fast, I mean what more can you say other then, 'Yes, Lord Voldermort is gaining strength and we will all perish, except for us death eaters! Let us laugh at the good guys!' Although Draco did find it hard to see Snape laughing like they were chums.
"Have a seat." Snape said as he walked to his own desk and sat.
Draco sat awkwardly in a chair in front of the desk. Draco surveyed Snape's office and saw an unopened chocolate frog sitting in front of him. Draco smiled; he had always loved chocolate frogs. Draco reached for it and opened it popping it in his mouth.
"Ooo. iM sry Sape, did foo wan zis?" Draco said with a full mouth. Snape stared at Draco blankly.
"Listen Draco, you know you are sort of like a nephew to me and I just wanted to know that you're okay." Snape said after a few seconds.
Draco stopped mid-chew. Okay? How could he be okay? God. Stupid idiot Professor with his stupid idiot black hair and eyes. Draco swallowed.
"Of course I'm okay Professor. Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all." He replied happily. Damn he was a good actor.
Snape surveyed Draco; he highly doubted he was telling the truth.
"Are you sure Draco, I know you and your father were very close and that him being sent to Azkaban was a great loss to you." Snape tried to manage a small smile.
Draco wanted to burst out laughing.
"I'm fine Professor, thank you for, um, taking time to talk with me." Draco needed to leave, he couldn't keep up this charade anymore, he was either going to die laughing and completely piss Snape off or reveal more about himself then he wanted to.
"I'm not done Draco." Snape replied curtly
Draco had bee in mid stand, hoping he would have gotten out of here by now.
"Oh. Sorry. What else is there?" Draco replied, trying to hide the fear in his voice. He did not want to talk about him.
"Well Draco, I know that since your father is gone the Dark Lord will be wanting to replace him and you will seem a likely candidate, having his blood run in your veins."
"Oh." Draco replied, although he already fully knew this. Hell, he had already been approached.
"You know, Draco you could always, and dare you say this outside of this room and I will beat you like the little maggot you are, you could always think about joining the Order of the Phoenix, if you didn't want to become a death eater."
'Right, so much for that, 'I think of you as a nephew speech.' Draco thought. 'Wait. Had Severus Snape just suggested that he join the order? Oh this was to much.'
"You know bloody well I would be dead before my name signed that paper." Draco replied viciously. There really was no hope for him.
"Yes, but Draco--"
"Why are you so interested in the Order? Are you actually double-crossing Lord Voldermort? You are a spy aren't you!"
Snape rose from his desk, his eyes filled with hate.
"Get out of my office, Mr. Malfoy! How dare you even imply that I am working for the order! Get out!" Snape bellowed.
Draco grabbed his bag and ran out of the room. It had been a fairly decent discussion; no one had ended up dead.
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Draco ran all the way to the library. His head was buzzing, join the order? Defy Voldermort? Oh this was too much. Draco ran in-between two bookshelves and hit his head. Before he even got time to think he heard something.
"Yeah, Snape's talking to him now. We have to find out if Voldermort has made a move on him yet." Came the voice of Harry Potter.
"Oh Ron, shut up you should be able to hear his name now." Hermione piped in.
"I can! It's just, why do we have to find out if Malfoy is a death eater? I mean so what if he is?" Ron replied.
"If he is then we have to keep special eyes on him and if he isn't we need him for the order, he knows more about Voldermort--oh shut up Ron-- then any of us ever will. That means you both have to be nicer to him. Well at least human. He did deserve what Harry gave him last night." Hermione shot back.
Draco was in shock; they needed to know if he was a death eater. They needed him for the order. His mouth had to be on the floor.
"I don't care if the little prick is a death eater or not. Let him get what's coming to him." Ron said.
It wasn't registering, them needing, him? Wow. To bad it was too late. Draco slowly walked away from the library thinking about what he had just heard. It was so much to take in. Draco walked slowly back to the common room but then he paused and smiled. He could have a lot of fun with this, with them. That was the thought that was going to get him through the year.
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A/N: Okay okay! Another Cliffy, and I know you didn't expect such a major thing to be revealed so soon but trust me; it's still got a ways to go! Thank you so much once again to my wonderful reviewers! I'm gonna be checking out some of your stories tonight while I take breaks from writing. Oh I'm worried you guys won't like this chapter! Eep! Well tell me what you think! Thankies!