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~*~*~*~ Chapter 3: Being Malfoy's Servant is not an Option ~*~*~*~
"Ok guys. We have won the house cup for 5 years straight. Now this is my final year and I want to make it 6 years straight." Harry was quidditch captain this year. Ron was still the keeper, and I had been appointed a chaser as I had discovered last year that I had a knack for flying.
"Well, well, well. The mudbloods got herself a place on the team. How touching. Did Potter and Weasley feel sorry for you?" Malfoy was sneering at us as he walked to where we were standing and his teamates were chortling behind him.
"Piss off Malfoy. I made it clear in the 2nd year that you had no talent, and I still stand by it." Everyone behind was laughing.
"Watch your mouth mudblood. You don't want an, err, * accident * to happen on the quidditch pitch this Saturday."
"Is that a threat Malfoy" I asked him
"Well, yes. I believe it is." Malfoy was smirking at me. I could feel Harry restraining Ron behind me.
"Well Malfoy. Let's put your money where your mouth is."
"Are you making a bet?" Malfoy was looking apprehensively at me.
"Well, yes. I believe it is" I retorted. I could tell he was furious. "If Harry catches the snitch first on Saturday, then you become my slave for a week. If you manage to catch the snitch, which is highly unlikely, then I will be your slave for a week."
"Sounds good to me. Being a slave means you do everything I say." Malfoy extended his hand.
"Promiscuds" I muttered before I held out my hand and shook his.
"Yuk! Now I have to go and wash my hand. Don't come near me anyone. You might get the germs I have." Malfoy started to make his way back to the castle holding his hand far away from himself.
"Eugh! Lets start practising. And Harry, you'd better put in an extra effort because I am NOT going to be his slave for a week." I said all this in one breath of exasperation.
We started training and finished well into the afternoon. Ron had managed to stop about half the goals, but that was pretty good, as we were exceptionally good players. Ginny had also become a chaser and she was very good. After a long and tiring training session I headed up to my common room with a smile on my face. I had just seen Ron speaking privately to Hilary. And I had a feeling I knew what it was about. Even though I was happy for Ron and Harry, I couldn't deny that there was a bit of envy because I didn't have a boyfriend. I didn't really like any of the guys that went to Hogwarts like that. The only person I had ever gone out with was Viktor, but we ended that because of the long distance. I didn't even realise I had reached the portrait until the lady asked me the password. I stepped in to be greeted with an interesting view.
Malfoy was doing push-ups on the floor, obviously unaware of me, without a shirt on. I must admit that he had a FANTASTIC body. I snapped out of it quickly. This is the mudblood hater you're thinking about here. I started to walk past when he said something.
DRACO'S POV I heard the portrait open and close. I knew Granger had just come through. I was almost at one hundred and I wasn't going to stop just for her. I wasn't embarrassed. 97, 98, 99, 100.
"Hey mudblood. Chuck me a bottle of water."
"I'm not your bloody slave Malfoy."
"Yes but you will be soon, so I'll give you some practise. Now give me the water." Splash! I was covered in ice-cold water. Granger was pissing herself laughing behind me. Stupid bitch. She is going to pay.
"You're going to pay dearly for that one you stupid filthy mudblood" I hissed at her.
She just turned around and started to head off to her dorm. I could swear that I thought there was a little twinge of fear in her eyes. Great. She'll be extra twitchy at our game on Saturday.
"By the way. Dumbledore wants to see us at 7.00pm."
HERMIONE'S POV
I headed down to Dumbledore's office at 6.45. I wanted to be right on time. When I got there Malfoy was already sitting in front of Dumbledore. I took the remaining seat and waited anxiously for our first task as Heads.
"Now that you're both here I have some news for you. As you know, we have been continuing the tradition of the ball since the Yule Ball. This year we are going to have another one on the last night of the term. The theme is up to the BOTH of you to decide. I think you already know that the attire is appropriate. I would like to know the theme by the end of next week. That gives you ten days. Now if there's something you'd like to ask me, go ahead."
"No thanks Professor. We'll get to work on the plans straightaway."
"Ok then Miss Granger. You may leave now. Could I please have a quick word with you Mr Malfoy?"
I left his office and headed of to the common room. I wonder what Dumbledore had to talk to Malfoy about. I went to the common room and sat in the chair in front of the fire, waiting for Malfoy so we could get to work on the ball.
I woke up about three hours later. I must have fallen asleep. And that stupid git didn't even wake me up! I got up grumpily and headed off to bed with a very stiff neck.
DRACO'S POV
Dumbledore had asked me to stay behind. I knew that this would be something about my father. I stayed where I was and we sat there silent for a few minutes.
"Now I'm not sure how your going to take this, but your father has been captured by Aurors. He put up a tough fight, and refused to come quietly. He was killed."
A silence so sharp filled the air. My father was my idol, he was my blood, he was a bad father, but he was starting to change. He always treated my mother and I with respect. This was a real shock to me. Sure, I didn't like the amount of pressure he put on me, but he was still my father. I got up and started to leave.
"Mr Malfoy? If you need someone to talk to the entire staff is here to help you. We will notify you of his funeral date. You are excused from all classes tomorrow. I know your father worked for the dark side, but he was a fine pupil in his days at Hogwarts."
I just left. I didn't want to hear anymore. I got into my room. I didn't even notice that Granger was asleep in front of the fire. I lay in bed for hours after that. I couldn't cry. I had been taught never to cry. Malfoy's have no emotion. Father had died all because he had followed the dark lord. I was never going to follow him. I was going to kill him. With that thought in my head, I fell into an emotion filled sleep.
HERMIONE'S POV
Malfoy hadn't come out of his room all day, and none of the teachers had said anything about it. I didn't have a clue what was going on. I hadn't seen him since the meeting with Dumbledore. Not that I cared, but I really wanted to get a start on the plans for the ball.
It was Friday night and Harry was giving us his usual inspirational speech before our game the next day. We had been training all week at any hour of the day. I trudged up the stairs incredibly tired of boredom from Harry's speech. I didn't see where I was going, so I didn't see the foot out in front of me.
"Bow to me slave." It was too late. I tripped over Malfoy's foot and landed face first on the floor.
"Well done mudblood. Seems you have a knack for serving." Malfoy sneered and sauntered off. I stomped back to my room and performed a relaxing charm on myself before I got to bed. I wanted to be in perfect condition for tomorrow's game. Being Malfoy's servant is not an option.
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~*~*~*~ Chapter 3: Being Malfoy's Servant is not an Option ~*~*~*~
"Ok guys. We have won the house cup for 5 years straight. Now this is my final year and I want to make it 6 years straight." Harry was quidditch captain this year. Ron was still the keeper, and I had been appointed a chaser as I had discovered last year that I had a knack for flying.
"Well, well, well. The mudbloods got herself a place on the team. How touching. Did Potter and Weasley feel sorry for you?" Malfoy was sneering at us as he walked to where we were standing and his teamates were chortling behind him.
"Piss off Malfoy. I made it clear in the 2nd year that you had no talent, and I still stand by it." Everyone behind was laughing.
"Watch your mouth mudblood. You don't want an, err, * accident * to happen on the quidditch pitch this Saturday."
"Is that a threat Malfoy" I asked him
"Well, yes. I believe it is." Malfoy was smirking at me. I could feel Harry restraining Ron behind me.
"Well Malfoy. Let's put your money where your mouth is."
"Are you making a bet?" Malfoy was looking apprehensively at me.
"Well, yes. I believe it is" I retorted. I could tell he was furious. "If Harry catches the snitch first on Saturday, then you become my slave for a week. If you manage to catch the snitch, which is highly unlikely, then I will be your slave for a week."
"Sounds good to me. Being a slave means you do everything I say." Malfoy extended his hand.
"Promiscuds" I muttered before I held out my hand and shook his.
"Yuk! Now I have to go and wash my hand. Don't come near me anyone. You might get the germs I have." Malfoy started to make his way back to the castle holding his hand far away from himself.
"Eugh! Lets start practising. And Harry, you'd better put in an extra effort because I am NOT going to be his slave for a week." I said all this in one breath of exasperation.
We started training and finished well into the afternoon. Ron had managed to stop about half the goals, but that was pretty good, as we were exceptionally good players. Ginny had also become a chaser and she was very good. After a long and tiring training session I headed up to my common room with a smile on my face. I had just seen Ron speaking privately to Hilary. And I had a feeling I knew what it was about. Even though I was happy for Ron and Harry, I couldn't deny that there was a bit of envy because I didn't have a boyfriend. I didn't really like any of the guys that went to Hogwarts like that. The only person I had ever gone out with was Viktor, but we ended that because of the long distance. I didn't even realise I had reached the portrait until the lady asked me the password. I stepped in to be greeted with an interesting view.
Malfoy was doing push-ups on the floor, obviously unaware of me, without a shirt on. I must admit that he had a FANTASTIC body. I snapped out of it quickly. This is the mudblood hater you're thinking about here. I started to walk past when he said something.
DRACO'S POV I heard the portrait open and close. I knew Granger had just come through. I was almost at one hundred and I wasn't going to stop just for her. I wasn't embarrassed. 97, 98, 99, 100.
"Hey mudblood. Chuck me a bottle of water."
"I'm not your bloody slave Malfoy."
"Yes but you will be soon, so I'll give you some practise. Now give me the water." Splash! I was covered in ice-cold water. Granger was pissing herself laughing behind me. Stupid bitch. She is going to pay.
"You're going to pay dearly for that one you stupid filthy mudblood" I hissed at her.
She just turned around and started to head off to her dorm. I could swear that I thought there was a little twinge of fear in her eyes. Great. She'll be extra twitchy at our game on Saturday.
"By the way. Dumbledore wants to see us at 7.00pm."
HERMIONE'S POV
I headed down to Dumbledore's office at 6.45. I wanted to be right on time. When I got there Malfoy was already sitting in front of Dumbledore. I took the remaining seat and waited anxiously for our first task as Heads.
"Now that you're both here I have some news for you. As you know, we have been continuing the tradition of the ball since the Yule Ball. This year we are going to have another one on the last night of the term. The theme is up to the BOTH of you to decide. I think you already know that the attire is appropriate. I would like to know the theme by the end of next week. That gives you ten days. Now if there's something you'd like to ask me, go ahead."
"No thanks Professor. We'll get to work on the plans straightaway."
"Ok then Miss Granger. You may leave now. Could I please have a quick word with you Mr Malfoy?"
I left his office and headed of to the common room. I wonder what Dumbledore had to talk to Malfoy about. I went to the common room and sat in the chair in front of the fire, waiting for Malfoy so we could get to work on the ball.
I woke up about three hours later. I must have fallen asleep. And that stupid git didn't even wake me up! I got up grumpily and headed off to bed with a very stiff neck.
DRACO'S POV
Dumbledore had asked me to stay behind. I knew that this would be something about my father. I stayed where I was and we sat there silent for a few minutes.
"Now I'm not sure how your going to take this, but your father has been captured by Aurors. He put up a tough fight, and refused to come quietly. He was killed."
A silence so sharp filled the air. My father was my idol, he was my blood, he was a bad father, but he was starting to change. He always treated my mother and I with respect. This was a real shock to me. Sure, I didn't like the amount of pressure he put on me, but he was still my father. I got up and started to leave.
"Mr Malfoy? If you need someone to talk to the entire staff is here to help you. We will notify you of his funeral date. You are excused from all classes tomorrow. I know your father worked for the dark side, but he was a fine pupil in his days at Hogwarts."
I just left. I didn't want to hear anymore. I got into my room. I didn't even notice that Granger was asleep in front of the fire. I lay in bed for hours after that. I couldn't cry. I had been taught never to cry. Malfoy's have no emotion. Father had died all because he had followed the dark lord. I was never going to follow him. I was going to kill him. With that thought in my head, I fell into an emotion filled sleep.
HERMIONE'S POV
Malfoy hadn't come out of his room all day, and none of the teachers had said anything about it. I didn't have a clue what was going on. I hadn't seen him since the meeting with Dumbledore. Not that I cared, but I really wanted to get a start on the plans for the ball.
It was Friday night and Harry was giving us his usual inspirational speech before our game the next day. We had been training all week at any hour of the day. I trudged up the stairs incredibly tired of boredom from Harry's speech. I didn't see where I was going, so I didn't see the foot out in front of me.
"Bow to me slave." It was too late. I tripped over Malfoy's foot and landed face first on the floor.
"Well done mudblood. Seems you have a knack for serving." Malfoy sneered and sauntered off. I stomped back to my room and performed a relaxing charm on myself before I got to bed. I wanted to be in perfect condition for tomorrow's game. Being Malfoy's servant is not an option.
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