One More Day
By Mint Chocolate
Chapter One: The "Good" News
Draco Malfoy waited patiently for his father to come in. Lucius Malfoy had ordered him to be in the lounge at 6:00 p.m. It was now 5:59.
He inhaled deeply and wandered what his father had planned to tell him. He hoped it wasn't about that filthy mud blood, Granger, having only tad bit higher grades than him. It wasn't his fault She sucked up to mostly all her professors. She had them all wrapped around her little finger.
Draco's thoughts were interrupted with the loud chime of the antique grandfather clock. It was 6:00 and like always, his father was on time.
Lucius Malfoy strutted into the room, robes billowing behind him and smirking in a satisfied way. He took a seat in front of his son.
"Well, what were you going to tell me, Father?" Draco asked curiously.
"As you know, you will be entering your last year at Hogwarts and in a few months you will turn eighteen."
Draco nodded.
"Well, after your seventh year, you will become a Deatheater."
Draco smirked but cringed on the inside. Yes, he had made it to Slytherin. Yes, he had become he had become Prefect and was on his way to being Head Boy. But the one thing he did not want to do was become a Deatheater. It just wasn't what he wanted to do.
He didn't want to prancing around killing random people just for the fun of it, and then land himself in Azkaban.
But he couldn't tell his father that. He would murder him, son or not.
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Draco casually leaned against the barrier to Platform 9¾ . He scowled as he saw all the parents hugging and waving their children 'goodbye.' His own father hadn't been there to see him off that day and Draco felt a pang of jealousy towards the other children.
He shook those thoughts out of his mind and pushed his trolley towards the train. He loaded hid trunk, broom, and owl on to the steaming engine and set off to find Crabbe and Goyle.
There was a lot of people and Draco was sure to collide with some. He finally did knocking that person down.
He looked down and was shocked to see who it was.
"Granger?!" he asked in amazement.
The girl before him was indeed Hermione Granger, but then it wasn't. She had improved in her appearance since he had last seen her. She had managed to tame that bushy mane of hers and it was now pulled back in curly tendrils. Her face was more sophisticated and her chest brooder. She was indeed very pretty now. But that fiery glare she was giving him proved that her attitude towards him hadn't changed a bit.
"Thanks for helping me up, Malfoy," she said sarcastically and pulled herself up. "What are you looking at?" she asked frowning.
Draco snapped out of his 'trance' and remembered who she was. He plastered his trademark smirk on his face.
"Ah look, Granger, you've gone and ruined my new robes," he said maliciously. "Now I'll have to buy new ones."
Is that the best you could think of, Malfoy, he thought mentally slapping himself.
"Watch it, Malfoy, or I'll hex you into next Thursday," she turned on her heel and stalked away.
Draco scowled deeply and continued his search for Crabbe and Goyle. He found them stealing a trolley from a helpless first year.
"Crabbe! Goyle!"
The two idiots whirled around.
"Where have you two been? I've been looking everywhere for you!" he growled walking towards them.
"Uh, well-"
"Ya see……"
"Quit you blubbering both of ya! Come on, lets find our compartment!"
And he turned and started towards the train, his two goons stumbling behind him.