Chapter Two
A/N: Sorry that it has taken me so long to update, but I've been busy. I have been especially busy reading Harry Potter five three times and had to think long and hard on this chapter so it would coincide with the book. Be warned- This chapter may contain spoilers! I'm really not sure if it will or not so I'm warning you just in case.
I am so glad that some people reviewed and that the majority of them liked the story! Thank you sooooo much! Also, please tell me what you think of this chapter, it was very difficult to write for some reason.
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. -Leo Tolstoy
Draco stood in his compartment on the Hogwarts Express, glaring at the spot where his father had just Disapparated from while watching other students walk happily by the door, waving hello to peers and admirers and good-bye to parents. The only admirers Draco had were the obese, thick Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe; the pug faced Pansy Parkinson and a small gang of burly Slytherins. Draco made it a point though, to conceal how miserable he was by putting on his well-known proud and haughty look and sneering at everyone who dared to meet his eyes.
He would bet that all the other 15-year-olds had caring, benign fathers who sent them off to school with a new broom and a pat on the back, rather than an old rat like Lucius Malfoy who gave you a slap around the head and a threat.
"I'll be watching your every move, boy!" Lucius had hissed viciously at his son before giving him a sharp jab in the back with his silver cane in the shape of a serpent.
Draco knew only too well that his father would be watching him like a hawk the moment he set foot on the train. He hated to do his father's bidding, bowing down to him, but also lived in constant fear of his father's wrath. Draco was torn; he felt a burning desire to deliberately undermine Lucius Malfoy but at the same time feared that if he did he would face consequences unimaginable.
Draco gave the wall an angry kick and stormed out of the compartment door, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind.
Hours later, as blue tones of the sky gradually gave way to darkness, Draco sat with his face in his hands, running his fine fingers through tousled hair, brooding over his life. He should have been out patrolling the corridors with the other prefects, but he didn't care. Nothing could make him fell better, even tormenting Potter and Weasley had lost its fun. He was confused and melancholy, on the fringe of something like depression, and it felt as if all his hatred towards everything was becoming twisted up inside him, making him want to heave. The only thing he cared about now was undermining his father, in secret. How he would do it, he didn't know. All he needed to do was something his father would absolutely detest, that would surely make him feel better.
* * *
As swarms of students were leaving the great hall after breakfast, Hermione Granger still sat at the Gryffindor table rummaging distractedly through her bag, searching for a missing book.
"Hermione, c'mon!" Ron said, checking his wristwatch. "We'll be late for class."
"I know!" Hermione said exasperatedly. "I just have to find this book, you two go on a ahead of me if you're in such a hurry. Don't worry, I'll catch you up."
Ron sighed but was prevented from initiating a quarrel by a swift warning glance from Harry.
Hermione watched them leave the Great Hall and then continued her search for her book. In a few minutes time the hall was all but empty. Hermione stood, still searching through her bag one handedly and hurried out of the hall. It was then that she had the odd sensation that you get when you can feel someone's eyes on your back, the feeling where the small hairs on the nape of your neck stand up. Hermione turned to see Draco Malfoy staring at her from across the hall at the Slytherin table. She turned back and tried not to fathom what Malfoy could have been staring at her about. There was something odd about the way he had looked at her; it was the first time that Malfoy had looked at her, or perhaps looked at anyone, without sneering or glaring maliciously, in fact, he had looked rather helpless and saturnine. Maybe, Hermione thought, I should give him a chance to change his ways. As she found herself thinking that very thought, however, she shook her head forcefully and immediately wished she hadn't thought that. Draco Malfoy was haughty, full of himself and came from a family of assumed Death Eaters; it would be impossible to teach him a different view of the world. Besides, who would care to try?
Draco Malfoy stared blankly at the spot where Granger had been merely seconds ago attempting to clear his mind. He blinked a few times and shook his head, causing a lock of light hair to fall across his brow. He had suddenly known exactly how to spite his father. He would associate himself with Mudbloods, an action he was sure that Lucius Malfoy would positively detest.
* * *
"Do you think Draco suspects something?" Draco could hear Crabbe's deep, guttural voice from right outside the dormitory door.
"I dunno," Goyle grunted.
"He seems a bit..er.I dunno, formal around us or something," Crabbe said.
"I dunno."
"We should be extra careful from now on, you know. I mean, Draco would be furious if he found out that we were spying on him on his father's orders."
Goyle sighed and said, yet again, "I dunno."
"Well-"
It was at that moment that Draco chose to breeze easily into the room and fall back on Crabbe's four poster bed.
"How's it going?" he sneered.
Draco knew he would have to watch his steps from here on out. With Crabbe and Goyle on his tail, no matter how thick they were, he would have to move with extreme caution. He couldn't afford to be lax, especially if they were reporting to his father, which undoubtedly they were.
Draco's main problem now was how to befriend Hermione Granger. First of all, he had no idea how he really thought or felt towards Hermione. He had been brainwashed by his father since he was small and now, when he had come to the realization that his father was a liar he had no idea what to think of mudbloods. It wouldn't be easy, he told himself, if only for the fact that somewhere deep in the depths of his heart he completely and utterly hated Hermione Granger.
* * *
Draco stared hard at Hermione Granger as she entered the Great Hall the next morning with Weasley and Potter in her wake. She talked avidly to them and kept reaching up to brush a long strand of bushy hair out of her eyes. Draco continued to watch as the trio made their way towards the Gryffindor table on the other side of the hall.
Looking glumly down at his porridge, Draco sighed. He could never approach Granger after he had loathed, teased and put her down for so long.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short, I just can't think of where it should go next. If you have any ideas at all (even ones you think are dumb) pleeeeaaaaase tell me. I should be able to post the next chapter in a week or two and I will try extremely hard to make it a long one. Also, I want Draco to learn a lesson in this story. Not a really sappy, spiritual one or anything but a simple one. Maybe it has something to do with the quote I put at the top, maybe it's time for Draco to focus on his own faults and not his father's. What do you think?
P.S. Does anyone have an opinion on Arnold Schwarznegger being elected governor of California?
A/N: Sorry that it has taken me so long to update, but I've been busy. I have been especially busy reading Harry Potter five three times and had to think long and hard on this chapter so it would coincide with the book. Be warned- This chapter may contain spoilers! I'm really not sure if it will or not so I'm warning you just in case.
I am so glad that some people reviewed and that the majority of them liked the story! Thank you sooooo much! Also, please tell me what you think of this chapter, it was very difficult to write for some reason.
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. -Leo Tolstoy
Draco stood in his compartment on the Hogwarts Express, glaring at the spot where his father had just Disapparated from while watching other students walk happily by the door, waving hello to peers and admirers and good-bye to parents. The only admirers Draco had were the obese, thick Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe; the pug faced Pansy Parkinson and a small gang of burly Slytherins. Draco made it a point though, to conceal how miserable he was by putting on his well-known proud and haughty look and sneering at everyone who dared to meet his eyes.
He would bet that all the other 15-year-olds had caring, benign fathers who sent them off to school with a new broom and a pat on the back, rather than an old rat like Lucius Malfoy who gave you a slap around the head and a threat.
"I'll be watching your every move, boy!" Lucius had hissed viciously at his son before giving him a sharp jab in the back with his silver cane in the shape of a serpent.
Draco knew only too well that his father would be watching him like a hawk the moment he set foot on the train. He hated to do his father's bidding, bowing down to him, but also lived in constant fear of his father's wrath. Draco was torn; he felt a burning desire to deliberately undermine Lucius Malfoy but at the same time feared that if he did he would face consequences unimaginable.
Draco gave the wall an angry kick and stormed out of the compartment door, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind.
Hours later, as blue tones of the sky gradually gave way to darkness, Draco sat with his face in his hands, running his fine fingers through tousled hair, brooding over his life. He should have been out patrolling the corridors with the other prefects, but he didn't care. Nothing could make him fell better, even tormenting Potter and Weasley had lost its fun. He was confused and melancholy, on the fringe of something like depression, and it felt as if all his hatred towards everything was becoming twisted up inside him, making him want to heave. The only thing he cared about now was undermining his father, in secret. How he would do it, he didn't know. All he needed to do was something his father would absolutely detest, that would surely make him feel better.
* * *
As swarms of students were leaving the great hall after breakfast, Hermione Granger still sat at the Gryffindor table rummaging distractedly through her bag, searching for a missing book.
"Hermione, c'mon!" Ron said, checking his wristwatch. "We'll be late for class."
"I know!" Hermione said exasperatedly. "I just have to find this book, you two go on a ahead of me if you're in such a hurry. Don't worry, I'll catch you up."
Ron sighed but was prevented from initiating a quarrel by a swift warning glance from Harry.
Hermione watched them leave the Great Hall and then continued her search for her book. In a few minutes time the hall was all but empty. Hermione stood, still searching through her bag one handedly and hurried out of the hall. It was then that she had the odd sensation that you get when you can feel someone's eyes on your back, the feeling where the small hairs on the nape of your neck stand up. Hermione turned to see Draco Malfoy staring at her from across the hall at the Slytherin table. She turned back and tried not to fathom what Malfoy could have been staring at her about. There was something odd about the way he had looked at her; it was the first time that Malfoy had looked at her, or perhaps looked at anyone, without sneering or glaring maliciously, in fact, he had looked rather helpless and saturnine. Maybe, Hermione thought, I should give him a chance to change his ways. As she found herself thinking that very thought, however, she shook her head forcefully and immediately wished she hadn't thought that. Draco Malfoy was haughty, full of himself and came from a family of assumed Death Eaters; it would be impossible to teach him a different view of the world. Besides, who would care to try?
Draco Malfoy stared blankly at the spot where Granger had been merely seconds ago attempting to clear his mind. He blinked a few times and shook his head, causing a lock of light hair to fall across his brow. He had suddenly known exactly how to spite his father. He would associate himself with Mudbloods, an action he was sure that Lucius Malfoy would positively detest.
* * *
"Do you think Draco suspects something?" Draco could hear Crabbe's deep, guttural voice from right outside the dormitory door.
"I dunno," Goyle grunted.
"He seems a bit..er.I dunno, formal around us or something," Crabbe said.
"I dunno."
"We should be extra careful from now on, you know. I mean, Draco would be furious if he found out that we were spying on him on his father's orders."
Goyle sighed and said, yet again, "I dunno."
"Well-"
It was at that moment that Draco chose to breeze easily into the room and fall back on Crabbe's four poster bed.
"How's it going?" he sneered.
Draco knew he would have to watch his steps from here on out. With Crabbe and Goyle on his tail, no matter how thick they were, he would have to move with extreme caution. He couldn't afford to be lax, especially if they were reporting to his father, which undoubtedly they were.
Draco's main problem now was how to befriend Hermione Granger. First of all, he had no idea how he really thought or felt towards Hermione. He had been brainwashed by his father since he was small and now, when he had come to the realization that his father was a liar he had no idea what to think of mudbloods. It wouldn't be easy, he told himself, if only for the fact that somewhere deep in the depths of his heart he completely and utterly hated Hermione Granger.
* * *
Draco stared hard at Hermione Granger as she entered the Great Hall the next morning with Weasley and Potter in her wake. She talked avidly to them and kept reaching up to brush a long strand of bushy hair out of her eyes. Draco continued to watch as the trio made their way towards the Gryffindor table on the other side of the hall.
Looking glumly down at his porridge, Draco sighed. He could never approach Granger after he had loathed, teased and put her down for so long.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short, I just can't think of where it should go next. If you have any ideas at all (even ones you think are dumb) pleeeeaaaaase tell me. I should be able to post the next chapter in a week or two and I will try extremely hard to make it a long one. Also, I want Draco to learn a lesson in this story. Not a really sappy, spiritual one or anything but a simple one. Maybe it has something to do with the quote I put at the top, maybe it's time for Draco to focus on his own faults and not his father's. What do you think?
P.S. Does anyone have an opinion on Arnold Schwarznegger being elected governor of California?