Draco was in his sixth year. His father was greatly disappointed he was
unable to make it head boy. At least, he didn't utter it with so many
words, but the beatings were enough to make it very clear indeed.
He had run out of the house the night before his sixth year at Hogwarts
began, because on that night, just like every year, his father ordered him
to do...
Well, ritual things, so he showed he was a real Malfoy.
But he was sixteen now, and he knew that it was wrong.
He had always enjoyed the rituals, and the picking on mudbloods and being
leader of Slytherin, even the leader of older students.
But now he was beaten up so many times, his father had finally made sense
to him.
He was a crazy maniac, a death eater, and he wanted Draco to become one. Draco had always been scared of Lord Voldemort. His entire life. That's why he envied Harry Potter so much. Harry Potter had been face to face with him so many times, and still he was that charming little boy that always seemed shy. And he was incredibly popular.
That's why Draco had always picked a fight with Harry.
Because he was so jealous. But now he had had more than enough. His father would probably kill him the first chance he got, but in the meantime, Draco had to find Harry to tell him the truth. The whole truth.
There were just some complications.
He didn't know what to tell.
He didn't knew what he wanted. Friendship? forgiveness? Maybe some love? He laughed miserable. Yeah, like that was EVER going to happen.
When he got on the train, he ignored all his Slytherin 'friends' and found a cabin of his own. He sat down by the window and stared at the landscape that was flying by. He sighed and wished he hadn't become such a little wimp. Life was so much better and less complicated when he was just the good student and the boy everyone feared. Or hated.
That was probably the point. He didn't want to be hated any longer. That was another sign he could never be a death eater. He couldn't stand it, being hated. He rather had friends, a normal life.
He had absolutely no explanation whatsoever why he was such a bully all the time, if he knew this moment was about to come.
He had to find that someone, the one person he could truly be himself with. A normal boy. Hee almost caught himself wondering what it would be like... to be a muggle- born.
And at that point, he knew he would never be the same again.
The entire trip to Hogwarts was one blur to him. As was the great hall, the sorting ceremony, everything. It was all not important. He played with his food, staring at the table, sitting on his hands, letting his hand slide trough his hair. He was very nervous for heading to his dorm. It reminded him too much of his father. He was really scared of him now.
He tried to stay at the table as long a possible. He was the last one leaving. Together with some lost Raven claws, and the brave trio.
Weasly was still eating, while Harry sighed and laughed and Hermoine pulled his arm and kept on saying, 'Ron, you've had enough. One day you'll explode!'
Harry grabbed the plate of food Ron had just reached for, shoved it away and said, 'Let's just go.'
Draco watched them as Hermoine and Harry left the Great Hall and Ron clumsily followed after them, with his mouth still full of chicken.
Again, Draco laughed miserable. He had never felt more alone in his entire life.
everyone was already up in their dorm rooms, unpacking their trunks, and finaly realizing they were home again. Harry decided to not unpack; he never did anyway. he fell on his bed and let out a deep, but happy breath: he really was home again. living with the dursley's got worse every summer, especially now they (and harry too) were realizing Harry's education would be completed soon. and then what? would he come live with the Dursley's again, while he had to find a job in London? Harry couldn't think of a more awful thing, but luckily, it was still two very far years away. who knows what could happen.
he sat up straight when Hermoine fell on his bed too.
'Hya Harry. Why haven't you unpacked yet?', she asked, knowing it had no use.
'You know i never do,' Harry answered.
he let himself fall back again and they talked about their summer. Harry had a teribble time with dudley, but he was brought to the Black rescidence after 3 weeks. that was still way too long, he thought, but at least he was gone there.
Hermoine hadn't come. her parents had really missed her the past five years so they've been away for the entire two months.
'So, tell me. were did you go then?', Harry asked. he had never really left England.
'Well, we started backpacking trough Europe. we went to Holland, Germany, Belgium, France and Spain. that's just a very, very little part of Europe, but by that time, we only had two week vacation left, so we took a plane from there to Greece and stayed there for the remaining time,' Hermoine told him enthousiastic.
'So that explain's why you are so tanned... i almost wondered if you faked it,' Harry said, ducking to avoid Hermoine's hand.
'How dare you,' she said, laughing.
Ron entered the dorm and saw Hermoine and Harry. he looked slightly green.
'I told you you'd explode,' Hermoine said.
Ron just nodded and crawled into bed. Harry and Hermoine looked at eachother and laughed.
'I'd better go: this is a BOYS dorm after all. i want to pay a visit to the library anyway,' Hermoine said.
'Hermoine. this is the first. day. we haven't even had lessons yet! why would you want to go to the library?' Harry asked, highly confused.
'I haven't read a book in over two months, except a traverlers guide, Harry. i have to find something to read so i can get ready for this year.'
She said goodnight to Harry and Ron. Harry mumbled '..Night' (he was suddenly effin tired) and Ron just let out a gorgling, disgusting sound.
Hermoine walked to the library, feeling tingly and warm from being in the castle again. this place really was a home for her and she loved it with every ounce of her being. she couldn't wait for the lessons to start, as she felt like she had so much new to learn.
the library wasn't open, but Hermoine had been given special permission by professor Dumbledore to enter the library anytime she wanted, because of her unimaginable high grades and hard work. there were only a few others who were granted with this comfort. that's why it didn't suprise her the doors were already open.
she walked in, finding there were no lights on. touching the wall for the lightswitch, which was an automatic thing for a muggle like her to do, she slapped herself on the head. she reached for her wand, pointed at the huge torch that was hanging on the ceiling and whispered: iSalida Luz!/i
normally, the torch would have spread a huge glow of warm orange, yellow light. right now, it just flickered and turned black again.
Hermoine frowned and tried again, louder this time. when this didn't work, she whispered iLumos/i and the end of her wand started to glow. she walked to the library, thinking that someone must have sneaked in to steal a book from the restricted section, and didn't want to get caught by the light so casted a spell on it. silently, she walked over to the studytables. there was no one there. she looked over the shelves, in the little archives room: there was no one.
'looks like we are playing hide and seek, Granger,' a dark voice said.
Hermoine turned around swiftly to look into a pair of grey eyes that were terrifying close to her. instinctifly, she ducked right, flew under his arms and ended with a little pirouette behind Draco Malfoy.
'WHAT-' she said, furiously, '- do you think you are DOING here? did YOU cast a spell on the light?'
'I was looking for a book. is that illigal?' he said, with a smirk, but also with his hands in his pockets, which made him look very boyish.
'looking for a book... this time at night?' hermoine informed. 'are you sure?'
'yes i am. you would read books too, i've you'd be stuck with those empty headed so-called 'friends' of mine', he said with a lough sigh.
it wasn't a strange thing to hear him saying offending things about his friends, but the way he said it this time, made hermoine almost ask him what was wrong with him. she thought about that for a minute, and then just decided to let him be.
'i'll just go look for my book and i'll be gone. then you can carry on with your... search for your book?' she uttered, as she gave him a faint smile. maybe he just wasn't himself. 'after all, you are allowed to be here at anytime as well.'
'yes, one thing i am absolutley proud of,' Draco said with a tone of sarcasm in his voice.
'if you aren't, don't come.' Hermoine said simple. she reached out for the shelf behind him, so he had to jump aside and grabbed the book she was looking for.
'Goodnight Malfoy,' she said and walked away.
Draco looked at her until she was out of sight, which was very fast in the dark of the library. but he could see her move and he heard the words 'Goodnight'.
'Goodnight,' he whispered. it was doubtful Hermoine had heard that last word out of his mouth.
Hermoine had left Draco deeply confounded and tired. he shrugged and decided to forget about the book. he ran out of the library and decided he had to face his Slytherin 'mates'. he didn't want to. he would chop of his left arm if that would give him the opportunity to stay outside of his dorm forever.
ofcourse, without his left arm, he would never be able to play Quidditch again. and even though he had bought his way into the team, he loved playing Quidditch. he would never be a star. but he liked it, and it was really the only thing he got going.
he walked to the entrance of the Slytherin common room and entered after annoucning the password he had been given during dinner. he was pleased to find the entire commonroom empty, which was no shock, at this time. it was already 3 in the morning.
he silently walked up to his dorm, finding four other boys loudly snoring. he sighed by the prospect of this year: he had to play the boss, tell the what to do. otherwise they'd probably stay in bed forever.
maybe he could tell them to chop eachother's head off. he grinned and thought to himself that that wasn't such a bad idea...
as he lay on his bed, with his curtains closed, he thought of Hermoine again. as always, she had looked good. even in the dark, he could have seen the perfect contoures of her face, that were so clearly shown when angry. he repeated the 'Goodnight, Malfoy,' in his head, as he tried his best not to think of his father.
He was a crazy maniac, a death eater, and he wanted Draco to become one. Draco had always been scared of Lord Voldemort. His entire life. That's why he envied Harry Potter so much. Harry Potter had been face to face with him so many times, and still he was that charming little boy that always seemed shy. And he was incredibly popular.
That's why Draco had always picked a fight with Harry.
Because he was so jealous. But now he had had more than enough. His father would probably kill him the first chance he got, but in the meantime, Draco had to find Harry to tell him the truth. The whole truth.
There were just some complications.
He didn't know what to tell.
He didn't knew what he wanted. Friendship? forgiveness? Maybe some love? He laughed miserable. Yeah, like that was EVER going to happen.
When he got on the train, he ignored all his Slytherin 'friends' and found a cabin of his own. He sat down by the window and stared at the landscape that was flying by. He sighed and wished he hadn't become such a little wimp. Life was so much better and less complicated when he was just the good student and the boy everyone feared. Or hated.
That was probably the point. He didn't want to be hated any longer. That was another sign he could never be a death eater. He couldn't stand it, being hated. He rather had friends, a normal life.
He had absolutely no explanation whatsoever why he was such a bully all the time, if he knew this moment was about to come.
He had to find that someone, the one person he could truly be himself with. A normal boy. Hee almost caught himself wondering what it would be like... to be a muggle- born.
And at that point, he knew he would never be the same again.
The entire trip to Hogwarts was one blur to him. As was the great hall, the sorting ceremony, everything. It was all not important. He played with his food, staring at the table, sitting on his hands, letting his hand slide trough his hair. He was very nervous for heading to his dorm. It reminded him too much of his father. He was really scared of him now.
He tried to stay at the table as long a possible. He was the last one leaving. Together with some lost Raven claws, and the brave trio.
Weasly was still eating, while Harry sighed and laughed and Hermoine pulled his arm and kept on saying, 'Ron, you've had enough. One day you'll explode!'
Harry grabbed the plate of food Ron had just reached for, shoved it away and said, 'Let's just go.'
Draco watched them as Hermoine and Harry left the Great Hall and Ron clumsily followed after them, with his mouth still full of chicken.
Again, Draco laughed miserable. He had never felt more alone in his entire life.
everyone was already up in their dorm rooms, unpacking their trunks, and finaly realizing they were home again. Harry decided to not unpack; he never did anyway. he fell on his bed and let out a deep, but happy breath: he really was home again. living with the dursley's got worse every summer, especially now they (and harry too) were realizing Harry's education would be completed soon. and then what? would he come live with the Dursley's again, while he had to find a job in London? Harry couldn't think of a more awful thing, but luckily, it was still two very far years away. who knows what could happen.
he sat up straight when Hermoine fell on his bed too.
'Hya Harry. Why haven't you unpacked yet?', she asked, knowing it had no use.
'You know i never do,' Harry answered.
he let himself fall back again and they talked about their summer. Harry had a teribble time with dudley, but he was brought to the Black rescidence after 3 weeks. that was still way too long, he thought, but at least he was gone there.
Hermoine hadn't come. her parents had really missed her the past five years so they've been away for the entire two months.
'So, tell me. were did you go then?', Harry asked. he had never really left England.
'Well, we started backpacking trough Europe. we went to Holland, Germany, Belgium, France and Spain. that's just a very, very little part of Europe, but by that time, we only had two week vacation left, so we took a plane from there to Greece and stayed there for the remaining time,' Hermoine told him enthousiastic.
'So that explain's why you are so tanned... i almost wondered if you faked it,' Harry said, ducking to avoid Hermoine's hand.
'How dare you,' she said, laughing.
Ron entered the dorm and saw Hermoine and Harry. he looked slightly green.
'I told you you'd explode,' Hermoine said.
Ron just nodded and crawled into bed. Harry and Hermoine looked at eachother and laughed.
'I'd better go: this is a BOYS dorm after all. i want to pay a visit to the library anyway,' Hermoine said.
'Hermoine. this is the first. day. we haven't even had lessons yet! why would you want to go to the library?' Harry asked, highly confused.
'I haven't read a book in over two months, except a traverlers guide, Harry. i have to find something to read so i can get ready for this year.'
She said goodnight to Harry and Ron. Harry mumbled '..Night' (he was suddenly effin tired) and Ron just let out a gorgling, disgusting sound.
Hermoine walked to the library, feeling tingly and warm from being in the castle again. this place really was a home for her and she loved it with every ounce of her being. she couldn't wait for the lessons to start, as she felt like she had so much new to learn.
the library wasn't open, but Hermoine had been given special permission by professor Dumbledore to enter the library anytime she wanted, because of her unimaginable high grades and hard work. there were only a few others who were granted with this comfort. that's why it didn't suprise her the doors were already open.
she walked in, finding there were no lights on. touching the wall for the lightswitch, which was an automatic thing for a muggle like her to do, she slapped herself on the head. she reached for her wand, pointed at the huge torch that was hanging on the ceiling and whispered: iSalida Luz!/i
normally, the torch would have spread a huge glow of warm orange, yellow light. right now, it just flickered and turned black again.
Hermoine frowned and tried again, louder this time. when this didn't work, she whispered iLumos/i and the end of her wand started to glow. she walked to the library, thinking that someone must have sneaked in to steal a book from the restricted section, and didn't want to get caught by the light so casted a spell on it. silently, she walked over to the studytables. there was no one there. she looked over the shelves, in the little archives room: there was no one.
'looks like we are playing hide and seek, Granger,' a dark voice said.
Hermoine turned around swiftly to look into a pair of grey eyes that were terrifying close to her. instinctifly, she ducked right, flew under his arms and ended with a little pirouette behind Draco Malfoy.
'WHAT-' she said, furiously, '- do you think you are DOING here? did YOU cast a spell on the light?'
'I was looking for a book. is that illigal?' he said, with a smirk, but also with his hands in his pockets, which made him look very boyish.
'looking for a book... this time at night?' hermoine informed. 'are you sure?'
'yes i am. you would read books too, i've you'd be stuck with those empty headed so-called 'friends' of mine', he said with a lough sigh.
it wasn't a strange thing to hear him saying offending things about his friends, but the way he said it this time, made hermoine almost ask him what was wrong with him. she thought about that for a minute, and then just decided to let him be.
'i'll just go look for my book and i'll be gone. then you can carry on with your... search for your book?' she uttered, as she gave him a faint smile. maybe he just wasn't himself. 'after all, you are allowed to be here at anytime as well.'
'yes, one thing i am absolutley proud of,' Draco said with a tone of sarcasm in his voice.
'if you aren't, don't come.' Hermoine said simple. she reached out for the shelf behind him, so he had to jump aside and grabbed the book she was looking for.
'Goodnight Malfoy,' she said and walked away.
Draco looked at her until she was out of sight, which was very fast in the dark of the library. but he could see her move and he heard the words 'Goodnight'.
'Goodnight,' he whispered. it was doubtful Hermoine had heard that last word out of his mouth.
Hermoine had left Draco deeply confounded and tired. he shrugged and decided to forget about the book. he ran out of the library and decided he had to face his Slytherin 'mates'. he didn't want to. he would chop of his left arm if that would give him the opportunity to stay outside of his dorm forever.
ofcourse, without his left arm, he would never be able to play Quidditch again. and even though he had bought his way into the team, he loved playing Quidditch. he would never be a star. but he liked it, and it was really the only thing he got going.
he walked to the entrance of the Slytherin common room and entered after annoucning the password he had been given during dinner. he was pleased to find the entire commonroom empty, which was no shock, at this time. it was already 3 in the morning.
he silently walked up to his dorm, finding four other boys loudly snoring. he sighed by the prospect of this year: he had to play the boss, tell the what to do. otherwise they'd probably stay in bed forever.
maybe he could tell them to chop eachother's head off. he grinned and thought to himself that that wasn't such a bad idea...
as he lay on his bed, with his curtains closed, he thought of Hermoine again. as always, she had looked good. even in the dark, he could have seen the perfect contoures of her face, that were so clearly shown when angry. he repeated the 'Goodnight, Malfoy,' in his head, as he tried his best not to think of his father.