Hero? Or Myth?


Chapter Three:
.A truly Classic Exit

Draco Malfoy was now standing outside of Gringotts. His mother excused herself to go to knockturn alley while he shopped for school supplies.

Draco cast a look around Diagon alley before he headed to the local bookstore. He with drew the list of supplies he'd need from his pocket and glanced down it once. It was normal enough. His eyes stopped short at the two books he'd need to pick up for Defense of the Dark Arts.

I wonder who's going to be the new D.A teacher. . Thought Draco. He strode into the nearest bookstore and was in the middle of looking at "Advanced Potion," books when he noticed the new arrivals.

He could have told it was them a mile away. Draco seriously was beginning to doubt that anyone had hair like the weasel. He pretended to be looking for his Potion's book while he stole glances at the famous Gryffindor trio.

Harry moved closer to Hermione and whispered something in her ear that caused her to laugh. Ron began blushing three shades red, and Harry said something to him that Draco couldn't quite hear. He saw Hermione's eyes scan the bookstore and made eye contact with her accidentally. Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat nervously to get her friends attention. "Ahem. . "

Draco quickly turned and became very fascinated with a book named, How to Degnome Your Garden. Someone cleared their throat behind Draco and he turned, but only after plastering the famous Malfoy smirk on his face.

"Hi Malfoy." Said Hermione. Ginny Weasely, who was also with the trio, suddenly broke out in a fit of giggles.

Ron rolled his eyes and quickly came up with a witty remark at Draco's expense to make up for his sister's embarrassing behavior. "Spying huh Malfoy? What, are you jealous to see what a REAL friendship looks like?"

Draco looked down at Ron and Hermione's entwined fingers and smiled nastily. "Is that what you call it? I thought you were having one big orgy." He could have almost swore, Harry hid a smile.

Ron gripped Hermione's hand tighter and spoke through clenched teeth, "Shut it Malfoy."

"Oh, what a brilliant come back Weasel," Said Malfoy with fake amazement. "Maybe you should borrow some intelligence from that mudblood girlfriend of yours next time."

If at all possible, Ron blushed harder. He almost immediately dropped Hermione's hand and went for his wand. However, Harry held his arm down and stepped in front of him.

"So Malfoy, How's your father?" Said Harry coolly, his eyes twinkling much like Dumbledore's.

Draco scowled and stared at Harry hatefully, who stared right back.

For the first time in a long while, Draco found himself at a loss for words. Willing himself to break eye contact, Draco turned.

Suddenly, everything seemed to be going in slow motion as a elderly witch bumped into Draco quite rudely with a cart of books she was shelving, causing him to step back into a nearby "'Tween Light or Darkness," special. The Books collapsed to the floor, half burying Draco underneath them. The books that were addressed light, immediately started glowing a bright yellow, warming Draco with their heat. The ones addressed darkness however, had a very different response at being knocked over. They began to shake violently, the vines on their spiny texture growing until the heat that was radiating off of them was burning Draco.

The elderly witch put her hand to her mouth and gasped, apologizing repeatedly.

From one face to another, Draco looked to the four Gryffindors and scowled. Ron and Ginny looked like they were going to die from laughter. Hermione was biting her bottom lip trying to stop herself from laughing, and Harry was just staring. Draco stared in wonder for a moment, trying to decipher any emotions from his face only to fail miserably.

Urging himself not to die from mere humiliation, Draco hurriedly pushed the books from his lap and stood. He dusted himself off, dodging just in time before the elderly women tried to help.

"No. . That's okay. . I Uh. . Bye."

It may have not been the most classic Malfoy exit, but Draco was sure they'd remember it none the less as Draco pushed his way past the four gryffindors and out the shop door. When successfully out of view, Draco ducked into a nearby alley. A large gray rat scurried past Draco's foot and he leaned against a nearby wall.

Draco's cloak stuck to the slimy texture of the bricks and a familiar scent flooded his nostrils. He was in knockturn alley. He stepped away from the wall and smoothed his hair before going in search for his mother. He'd finish his shopping another day.

His last fleeting thought was, This is going to be a long year. .




Author's Note: Quite obviously, I'm posting before 5 people review. . Oh well. Review if you like this chapter and want me to continue. (I will try to finish this FF among other ones someday. . Hopefully someday soon. ^.^)



Thank You's. .
--bluebutterfly9 Thanks. Well, This one is a new chapter so! Hope you like.
--Usually Immaculate Aristocrat Thanks for both reviews. I would hope, I could try capturing both Draco's in future chapters. (Like, hopefully I can describe how he feels about his family life, and show he's only human after all at the same time.)
--The Happy One Thanks! Hope ya like this chappy. .