Part 2: Sort of Friends
Hermione Granger was sitting at a table in the library, reading. Draco
Malfoy was wandering up and down rows and rows of books, looking. He wanted
a book about Death Eaters, and what happens to them when they get caught.
He was sure he would be caught, and he wanted to know how long he's be
locked up for. He didn't think Granger would tell anyone. He found an
appropriate looking book (Voldemort and his Death Eaters- The Full Story).
He looked for somewhere to sit down, but the only table with any seats left
was the table where Hermione was sitting.
"Mind if I sit here?" he asked.
"No. That's fine" she replied. Draco sat down opposite her. He didn't look too happy, so she asked "How are you?"
"I'm OK, I cope. You?"
"Forget me! I'm fine. But you.I mean, you said you didn't want to." She hesitated, not exactly sure what to say. She reached out and rolled back the sleeve of his robe, and looked at the Mark. "You don't want.this. Do you?"
"No." He replied "I don't. But I don't have any choice. There's no way out now, unless I end up in Azkaban, which I probably will. One thing leads to another, you see. And the first thing I couldn't help, being born into the Malfoy family. I suppose, though it sounds stupid coming from me, I'm not bad enough to be one of them. I hate the killing. I only had to do it once, but it made me realise why everyone hates Voldemort so much."
It was the second time the Mark had burned on Draco's wrist, calling him to Voldemort. The first time he had just been going over curses with Draco to check that he knew them all, and was capable of using them. The second time all the Death Eaters were there, and they were attacking a family of muggles, just for fun. It was OK at first, they had them under the Imperius curse, and were making them do stupid things. the Death Eaters were shouting to each other and laughing. That was no problem, until Voldemort gave the order to kill. Draco's victim was a small boy, who only looked about five, so why should Draco kill him? he didn't want to, but everyone else had done, and they were all looking at him. he had to do it. he pointed his wand and shouted
"Avada Kedavra" The boy fell to the floor, dead, and Draco collapsed, exhausted, and dizzy. he had killed someone.
"Oh Draco, isn't there anything I.you.someone can do? Tell Dumbledore?"
"You must be joking! Tell Dumbledore? I'd be expelled, or sent to Azkaban! Don't tell anyone, Hermione!"
"Mmmmm." She nodded.
Five minutes later Hermione was muttering the password ('phoenix feathers') to the fat lady portrait, and entering the Griffindor common room. She sat down on an armchair near Harry and Ron and said,
"If someone knew someone had done something wrong, but they didn't mean to, someone made them, and they were afraid to tell someone, what should they do.?" She was careful not to mention Draco Malfoy. Harry looked blank.
"What? Can you say that again, is it a joke?" Hermione sighed, annoyed.
"Boys! Anyway, if someone knew someone who had done something wrong, but didn't mean to, someone made them, and Draco was-" She stopped suddenly, realising what she had just said. She should have been more careful. She cursed under her breath.
"There were dirty words coming out of your mouth then, young lady." Ron said, jokingly, but Harry was more concerned with the serious matters.
"Draco? Draco Malfoy? What's he been saying to you?"
"Mind if I sit here?" he asked.
"No. That's fine" she replied. Draco sat down opposite her. He didn't look too happy, so she asked "How are you?"
"I'm OK, I cope. You?"
"Forget me! I'm fine. But you.I mean, you said you didn't want to." She hesitated, not exactly sure what to say. She reached out and rolled back the sleeve of his robe, and looked at the Mark. "You don't want.this. Do you?"
"No." He replied "I don't. But I don't have any choice. There's no way out now, unless I end up in Azkaban, which I probably will. One thing leads to another, you see. And the first thing I couldn't help, being born into the Malfoy family. I suppose, though it sounds stupid coming from me, I'm not bad enough to be one of them. I hate the killing. I only had to do it once, but it made me realise why everyone hates Voldemort so much."
It was the second time the Mark had burned on Draco's wrist, calling him to Voldemort. The first time he had just been going over curses with Draco to check that he knew them all, and was capable of using them. The second time all the Death Eaters were there, and they were attacking a family of muggles, just for fun. It was OK at first, they had them under the Imperius curse, and were making them do stupid things. the Death Eaters were shouting to each other and laughing. That was no problem, until Voldemort gave the order to kill. Draco's victim was a small boy, who only looked about five, so why should Draco kill him? he didn't want to, but everyone else had done, and they were all looking at him. he had to do it. he pointed his wand and shouted
"Avada Kedavra" The boy fell to the floor, dead, and Draco collapsed, exhausted, and dizzy. he had killed someone.
"Oh Draco, isn't there anything I.you.someone can do? Tell Dumbledore?"
"You must be joking! Tell Dumbledore? I'd be expelled, or sent to Azkaban! Don't tell anyone, Hermione!"
"Mmmmm." She nodded.
Five minutes later Hermione was muttering the password ('phoenix feathers') to the fat lady portrait, and entering the Griffindor common room. She sat down on an armchair near Harry and Ron and said,
"If someone knew someone had done something wrong, but they didn't mean to, someone made them, and they were afraid to tell someone, what should they do.?" She was careful not to mention Draco Malfoy. Harry looked blank.
"What? Can you say that again, is it a joke?" Hermione sighed, annoyed.
"Boys! Anyway, if someone knew someone who had done something wrong, but didn't mean to, someone made them, and Draco was-" She stopped suddenly, realising what she had just said. She should have been more careful. She cursed under her breath.
"There were dirty words coming out of your mouth then, young lady." Ron said, jokingly, but Harry was more concerned with the serious matters.
"Draco? Draco Malfoy? What's he been saying to you?"