Disclaimer: Much as I'd like to, I don't own Draco Malfoy, or any part of the magical world that J.K. Rowling has all the copyrights to ... please don't sue me. There are some parts of this story that are quotes from the book - it can't be helped - events are the same as in the book, but Draco's opinion of these events may vary from Harry's.
Quote from Xander, in BtVS, at the end of this chapter.
Author's Notes: I needed to do some re-writing, after reading OotP. I have made some minor changes to this chapter, mostly spelling and grammar.
Starre: Thank you.
angelkas: Just a bit? I think it's funny it why there's all those rubber ducks!
Akuma-sama: You're welcome. Theo says "thank you". And my birthday's not for a while yet.
fcuking cathy: l8er.
Caz Malfoy: Of course they're smart - they're good Slytherins (Crabbe and Goyle don't count, they only got into Slytherin by threatening to rip the hat to shreds if they didn't get in ... they shoulda been Hufflepuffs, they're that loyal to the bad-guys).
Rain10: Here's more now ...
Finally I get to write an original scene with Harry in it ... the real PoA book says, and I quote: "Malfoy was furious about Buckbeak. He was convinced that Hagrid had found some way of smuggling the Hippogriff to safety, and seemed outraged that he and his father had been outwitted by a gamekeeper." - this means Harry must have been witness to Draco acting like this. So that means I get to write the actual dialogue - yay!
Chapter 20 - And So Ends Another School Year
Snape was not pleased the next morning - to put it mildly, he was livid. Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and I had the misfortune to be passing his office when he emerged looking like someone had told him the Potions curriculum was cancelled and his new job was to look after the flobberworms Hagrid had us trying not to kill off last week.
He growled at us to get out of the way, then paused, "Miss Parkinson - I have something to tell you, as long as you promise not to tell anyone else." he said, smirking.
"Yes?" Pansy asked, careful not to actually say she promised anything.
"Did you know Lupin is a werewolf?" he asked, smirking. It seemed obvious to me that he intended Pansy (who is one of the worst gossips in the school) to tell everyone.
"Oh." she said, simply. Snape nodded and wandered off, seeming faintly appeased, but still pissed off. As soon as he was out of earshot, "Wait till I tell Milli!" and Pansy was off.
I guess that's Lupin as good as fired.
I'm not sure if Pansy spread the word that fast, or if Snape told some of the other most-likely-to-gossip students, but either way, by the time Crabbe, Goyle and I got to the Great Hall it was buzzing with the news that not only was Lupin a werewolf, but that he had also been loose on the grounds last night.
Rumours started from there that the werewolf had attacked Potter and friends, and that was why they were in the Hospital Wing ... that Black had also attacked them, and gotten away ... that Black was working with the werewolf, but the professor's human side knew nothing about it ... that Black was working with the werewolf and of course Lupin knew exactly what had been going on the whole time ... that Potter had tried to turn Black into a rat, and that's how Black got away ... that Hermione had cast some sort of spell so the executioner wouldn't see the Hippogriff ... that the giant squid was pregnant ...
... ok, that last one wasn't really relevant, was it? And people should know better - Hagrid said quite clearly in our first year that the squid was male!
* * *
That afternoon was spent at Hogsmeade.
"I swear I will find a way in here, if it kills me." I growled, glaring at the Shrieking Shack.
"It just might." Theo noted. This time we had brought Cat (psychic-girl) and Blaise (logic-girl) to see if they could help us shed some light on the puzzle. How the bloody hell did Sirius Black find his way into the castle, and if he did sneak in through the Shack, as Theo believed, then how did he get in there?
Blaise walked very slowly around the walls, examining them for any unevenness, or cracks that could indicate a secret entrance. "Nothing." she said, finally, "If there is a secret entrance, it's magically hidden."
Cat watched the back wall insistently, and after a minute seemed to get that glazed look in her eyes, "I, Catarina Black, demand entrance to this building, in the name of Padfoot." she said, distantly. And a door appeared magically, in the back wall.
"Way cool!" Theo cheered - he took one step into the building, and froze, "This place is totally trashed ... and those are teeth-marks." he said simply.
"Moony's been here." Cat said, as if we would know who she was talking about.
"Moony? Who or what is Moony?" Blaise asked.
"The wolf." I whispered, realising Lupin had been good friends with Black ... so that had to be it, right? Cat nodded, and we quickly sealed the place up, and never spoke of it again.
* * *
"Theo - remember - you know nothing about what we saw in the spy-ball the other night - right?" I said coldly, as we made our way up to the Great Hall a few days later.
Theo nodded, "Yeah, yeah." he muttered, downcast.
"Now where are those two twits?" I asked.
"Last I heard, they said something about plan B - I worry about those two sometimes." Theo explained.
"Plan B? That can not be a good sign." I said, then turned the corner into the Entrance Hall and effected a look of fury that inspired a group of Hufflepuff first-years to run for cover. I stalked into the Great Hall, impersonating a severely displeased vampire. Theo gave me a mildly fearful look, but knew better than to ask what I was up to, instead choosing to slip quietly off to the Slytherin table, when I almost ran into Potter and his gang.
"Watch where you're going, Malfoy." Potter's pet Weasel growled.
"Oh, go play with the giant squid, Weasley." I snapped in response.
"You're in a bad mood today, Malfoy." Hermione noted, smiling innocently.
"You noticed - how observant for a Mudblood." I replied.
"Take that back!" Weasley all-but-yelled.
"I know why he's mad." Hermione said, putting a hand on Weasley's shoulder to stop him from hexing me (he seemed to freeze when she touched him - could this boy make it any more obvious that he fancies her?). She smiled a saccharine sweet smile, "He's upset that Buckbeak got away, isn't he?"
"I love being talked to in the third person, Granger - you're reminding me of a house-elf." I snapped. She just smiled that faux-sweet smile. "And it's none of your business, anyway ... not like you would have been stupid enough to help the gamekeeper get rid of dangerous creatures, is it? Oh, wait - what about that dragon in first year?" I asked quietly.
"Too bad, Malfoy - looks like you'll have to wait a few years yet for your first murder." Hermione added.
"Wasn't trying to murder the Hippogriff ... I was trying to have it executed - big difference - one is legal, the other's not." I replied.
"Didn't think you'd care about legalities, Malfoy." Potter replied coldly.
"Not usually, but I don't intend to ever get caught doing anything illegal." I answered. I then turned and stalked off to the Slytherin table muttering just loud enough for Potter and his friends to hear me, about how a "Bloody gamekeeper shouldn't be able to get the better of my father ..."
When I got to the Slytherin table, Pansy looked at me curiously, "What was that about?" she asked, while I glared at Potter and his friends, as they left the Great Hall.
"Hippogriff ... got away ... I am going to hurt something ... or someone." I growled quietly. She edged away from me nervously.
Theo took the opportunity of her now abandoned seat to move to sit next to me, "Hey ... nice temper-tantrum, Draco." he got whacked in the head for that.
A few seats down, Crabbe and Goyle were clearing a space on the table, where they then placed an odd looking contraption, and tapped it with a wand - it started making ominous noises.
"Five Galleons says that blows up." Theo said, eyeing the 'machine' nervously.
"I'm not stupid enough to accept that bet - you'd win." I replied.
Crabbe then produced a bag of Bertie Botts every flavour beans, and put a handful of beans into the top of the machine. It shuddered and hisses a bit, then made a squirting noise, and a pile of earwax, snot, and spinach appeared out of one of the two holes at the bottom of the machine, in a pool of vinegar.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other in confusion, "It's not meant to do that." Crabbe said. Goyle just looked stupid.
Then the machine shuddered some more, steam emitting from the top of it, and a mixture of chocolate, peppermints, strawberries and chicken curry appeared out of the other hole.
"What were you two trying to do?" Blaise asked, from where she was unfortunately sitting opposite the two twits.
"Make it sort the beans into nice or yucky flavours." Crabbe replied, looking confused.
"Well it did that, didn't it?" Blaise replied coldly. She tapped the machine with her wand, muttering a Transfiguration spell. "Try that." she said.
And after clearing up the mess the first try had made, Crabbe put another handful of beans into the machine, and got two neat piles of beans, both looked innocent enough, but on tasting them, Goyle confirmed that they had indeed been sorted properly by flavour.
Crabbe then put these two piles into separate bags, and proceeded to sort the rest of the bag of beans.
"The culmination of a year's worth of work ... one bean-sorting machine, when any self-respecting first-year can cast a bean-sorting spell with a wave of a wand." I said, staring at the idiots.
Then Crabbe and Goyle started squabbling like children, over who got to hold on to the bag of good beans, and who got to hand out the bad beans to unsuspecting students.
"And when I'm marvelling at immaturity, you be scared." Theo added.
* * *
Bloody Gryffindor won the bloody house cup again.
And I fell asleep on the train ride home, and forgot to torment Potter. All in all, not a good end to the year.
* * *
End of chapter 20
End of Book 3
Part four can be found at this address: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1545745
Quote from Xander, in BtVS, at the end of this chapter.
Author's Notes: I needed to do some re-writing, after reading OotP. I have made some minor changes to this chapter, mostly spelling and grammar.
Starre: Thank you.
angelkas: Just a bit? I think it's funny it why there's all those rubber ducks!
Akuma-sama: You're welcome. Theo says "thank you". And my birthday's not for a while yet.
fcuking cathy: l8er.
Caz Malfoy: Of course they're smart - they're good Slytherins (Crabbe and Goyle don't count, they only got into Slytherin by threatening to rip the hat to shreds if they didn't get in ... they shoulda been Hufflepuffs, they're that loyal to the bad-guys).
Rain10: Here's more now ...
Finally I get to write an original scene with Harry in it ... the real PoA book says, and I quote: "Malfoy was furious about Buckbeak. He was convinced that Hagrid had found some way of smuggling the Hippogriff to safety, and seemed outraged that he and his father had been outwitted by a gamekeeper." - this means Harry must have been witness to Draco acting like this. So that means I get to write the actual dialogue - yay!
Chapter 20 - And So Ends Another School Year
Snape was not pleased the next morning - to put it mildly, he was livid. Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and I had the misfortune to be passing his office when he emerged looking like someone had told him the Potions curriculum was cancelled and his new job was to look after the flobberworms Hagrid had us trying not to kill off last week.
He growled at us to get out of the way, then paused, "Miss Parkinson - I have something to tell you, as long as you promise not to tell anyone else." he said, smirking.
"Yes?" Pansy asked, careful not to actually say she promised anything.
"Did you know Lupin is a werewolf?" he asked, smirking. It seemed obvious to me that he intended Pansy (who is one of the worst gossips in the school) to tell everyone.
"Oh." she said, simply. Snape nodded and wandered off, seeming faintly appeased, but still pissed off. As soon as he was out of earshot, "Wait till I tell Milli!" and Pansy was off.
I guess that's Lupin as good as fired.
I'm not sure if Pansy spread the word that fast, or if Snape told some of the other most-likely-to-gossip students, but either way, by the time Crabbe, Goyle and I got to the Great Hall it was buzzing with the news that not only was Lupin a werewolf, but that he had also been loose on the grounds last night.
Rumours started from there that the werewolf had attacked Potter and friends, and that was why they were in the Hospital Wing ... that Black had also attacked them, and gotten away ... that Black was working with the werewolf, but the professor's human side knew nothing about it ... that Black was working with the werewolf and of course Lupin knew exactly what had been going on the whole time ... that Potter had tried to turn Black into a rat, and that's how Black got away ... that Hermione had cast some sort of spell so the executioner wouldn't see the Hippogriff ... that the giant squid was pregnant ...
... ok, that last one wasn't really relevant, was it? And people should know better - Hagrid said quite clearly in our first year that the squid was male!
* * *
That afternoon was spent at Hogsmeade.
"I swear I will find a way in here, if it kills me." I growled, glaring at the Shrieking Shack.
"It just might." Theo noted. This time we had brought Cat (psychic-girl) and Blaise (logic-girl) to see if they could help us shed some light on the puzzle. How the bloody hell did Sirius Black find his way into the castle, and if he did sneak in through the Shack, as Theo believed, then how did he get in there?
Blaise walked very slowly around the walls, examining them for any unevenness, or cracks that could indicate a secret entrance. "Nothing." she said, finally, "If there is a secret entrance, it's magically hidden."
Cat watched the back wall insistently, and after a minute seemed to get that glazed look in her eyes, "I, Catarina Black, demand entrance to this building, in the name of Padfoot." she said, distantly. And a door appeared magically, in the back wall.
"Way cool!" Theo cheered - he took one step into the building, and froze, "This place is totally trashed ... and those are teeth-marks." he said simply.
"Moony's been here." Cat said, as if we would know who she was talking about.
"Moony? Who or what is Moony?" Blaise asked.
"The wolf." I whispered, realising Lupin had been good friends with Black ... so that had to be it, right? Cat nodded, and we quickly sealed the place up, and never spoke of it again.
* * *
"Theo - remember - you know nothing about what we saw in the spy-ball the other night - right?" I said coldly, as we made our way up to the Great Hall a few days later.
Theo nodded, "Yeah, yeah." he muttered, downcast.
"Now where are those two twits?" I asked.
"Last I heard, they said something about plan B - I worry about those two sometimes." Theo explained.
"Plan B? That can not be a good sign." I said, then turned the corner into the Entrance Hall and effected a look of fury that inspired a group of Hufflepuff first-years to run for cover. I stalked into the Great Hall, impersonating a severely displeased vampire. Theo gave me a mildly fearful look, but knew better than to ask what I was up to, instead choosing to slip quietly off to the Slytherin table, when I almost ran into Potter and his gang.
"Watch where you're going, Malfoy." Potter's pet Weasel growled.
"Oh, go play with the giant squid, Weasley." I snapped in response.
"You're in a bad mood today, Malfoy." Hermione noted, smiling innocently.
"You noticed - how observant for a Mudblood." I replied.
"Take that back!" Weasley all-but-yelled.
"I know why he's mad." Hermione said, putting a hand on Weasley's shoulder to stop him from hexing me (he seemed to freeze when she touched him - could this boy make it any more obvious that he fancies her?). She smiled a saccharine sweet smile, "He's upset that Buckbeak got away, isn't he?"
"I love being talked to in the third person, Granger - you're reminding me of a house-elf." I snapped. She just smiled that faux-sweet smile. "And it's none of your business, anyway ... not like you would have been stupid enough to help the gamekeeper get rid of dangerous creatures, is it? Oh, wait - what about that dragon in first year?" I asked quietly.
"Too bad, Malfoy - looks like you'll have to wait a few years yet for your first murder." Hermione added.
"Wasn't trying to murder the Hippogriff ... I was trying to have it executed - big difference - one is legal, the other's not." I replied.
"Didn't think you'd care about legalities, Malfoy." Potter replied coldly.
"Not usually, but I don't intend to ever get caught doing anything illegal." I answered. I then turned and stalked off to the Slytherin table muttering just loud enough for Potter and his friends to hear me, about how a "Bloody gamekeeper shouldn't be able to get the better of my father ..."
When I got to the Slytherin table, Pansy looked at me curiously, "What was that about?" she asked, while I glared at Potter and his friends, as they left the Great Hall.
"Hippogriff ... got away ... I am going to hurt something ... or someone." I growled quietly. She edged away from me nervously.
Theo took the opportunity of her now abandoned seat to move to sit next to me, "Hey ... nice temper-tantrum, Draco." he got whacked in the head for that.
A few seats down, Crabbe and Goyle were clearing a space on the table, where they then placed an odd looking contraption, and tapped it with a wand - it started making ominous noises.
"Five Galleons says that blows up." Theo said, eyeing the 'machine' nervously.
"I'm not stupid enough to accept that bet - you'd win." I replied.
Crabbe then produced a bag of Bertie Botts every flavour beans, and put a handful of beans into the top of the machine. It shuddered and hisses a bit, then made a squirting noise, and a pile of earwax, snot, and spinach appeared out of one of the two holes at the bottom of the machine, in a pool of vinegar.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other in confusion, "It's not meant to do that." Crabbe said. Goyle just looked stupid.
Then the machine shuddered some more, steam emitting from the top of it, and a mixture of chocolate, peppermints, strawberries and chicken curry appeared out of the other hole.
"What were you two trying to do?" Blaise asked, from where she was unfortunately sitting opposite the two twits.
"Make it sort the beans into nice or yucky flavours." Crabbe replied, looking confused.
"Well it did that, didn't it?" Blaise replied coldly. She tapped the machine with her wand, muttering a Transfiguration spell. "Try that." she said.
And after clearing up the mess the first try had made, Crabbe put another handful of beans into the machine, and got two neat piles of beans, both looked innocent enough, but on tasting them, Goyle confirmed that they had indeed been sorted properly by flavour.
Crabbe then put these two piles into separate bags, and proceeded to sort the rest of the bag of beans.
"The culmination of a year's worth of work ... one bean-sorting machine, when any self-respecting first-year can cast a bean-sorting spell with a wave of a wand." I said, staring at the idiots.
Then Crabbe and Goyle started squabbling like children, over who got to hold on to the bag of good beans, and who got to hand out the bad beans to unsuspecting students.
"And when I'm marvelling at immaturity, you be scared." Theo added.
* * *
Bloody Gryffindor won the bloody house cup again.
And I fell asleep on the train ride home, and forgot to torment Potter. All in all, not a good end to the year.
* * *
End of chapter 20
End of Book 3
Part four can be found at this address: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1545745