I'm so tried of being her,
Suppressed by all my childish fears,
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave,
Because your presence still lingers here,
And I won't leave me along
These wounds won't seem to heal,
This pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase,
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me,
By your resonating light,
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind,
Your face it haunt my once pleasant dreams,
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal,
This pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.
I've tried so heard to tell myself that you're gone,
And though you're still with me,
I've been alone all along
-My Immortal, Evanscence
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Hate is a Powerful Thing
Chapter Seven: Tears They Fall
By: MostEvilKitten
September first was always an interesting day for the students of Hogwarts. The news students would meet new people and be sorted into their new houses, and the older students would get to see their friends again and made new ones. But unknown to all of the students, this day would be even more interesting then the pervious years.
Well maybe all except Draco Malfoy. He could feel something coming, something big, and yet he didn't know what it could be as he walked through the train station to the Hogwarts Express. He watched everything around him to see if he could find out what would happen, but all he saw where sorrowful people walking around in a haze of mourning and he knew that they were all mourning over the so-called death of Harry Potter.
Draco wouldn't mourn Harry, and most people thought that it was because he hated Potter with a passion, but that wasn't it. No, he knew that Harry wasn't death. He could fell it, but he didn't know how he could feel it. He was thinking about it as he walked down the platform towards the train, but his thoughts were broken by a painful cry somewhere to his right. He turned quickly taking out his wand to see what was wrong.
On the platform, the crowd seemed to move away from a small group of people in the middle of it. Draco looked over to see the redheaded family standing there and the youngest male of the family was holding a crying curly haired girl. He knew that the 'news' of Harry Potter's death must be hitting the Weasley family and Hermione pretty hard. They were like his family and they would feel his death the most. Draco, as well as everyone else on the platform, sat there for a minute watching the group cry in sorrow. All that could be heard was the desperate wails of Hermione and the whispered words of comfort from Ron, telling her that everything would be all right and it would be okay.
Even though many people on the platform where comforted by the words, Draco how ever, wasn't. He knew that it wasn't going to be all right, that something terrible had happened, and even if Harry were still alive, they would never be the same.
Becoming increasingly uncomfortable by this display Draco climbed onto the train pushing past people who all had stopped to watch that Granger girl cry in the Weasel's arms. He found an empty compartment and sat down quickly. He relaxed into the seat with a sigh. He felt as if the world was falling apart around him and there was something that he could do to fix it, but he had no idea what that could be and if frustrated him.
Draco sighed again as he tried to still his though in the peacefulness of the quiet compartment. He loved to sit in silence and just think, but for some reason today he could do it. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind trying to tell him something, but he didn't know what that could be. After a couple more minutes of trying to quiet his thoughts he gave up and took out this mornings copy of the Daily prophet that he had brought with him.
Harry's 'death' had been the headline of the Prophet for weeks, and then a couple weeks ago the headlines changed, but not that far away for Harry. It seemed that two mysterious cloaked figures had been seen at the boy's relative's house. The two had gone in and killed Harry's Aunt and Uncle with a particular nasty dark curse. Harry's whale of a cousin was in St. Mungo's for being sent mad by the Cruico curse.
This made almost everyone believe that Harry had died at the hands of a Death Eater, for why would dark wizards want to kill Harry's relatives if Harry were already dead. 'Why indeed?' Thought Draco many times over. Draco had been trying to think of all the things that could of happened, and where Harry could possibly be, but nothing made sense to him. He was missing some important information, but what?
What really got to him was how calm all the Death Eaters and even Voldemort himself seemed. Draco would think that if Voldemort had captured or even killed the boy that he would be gloating about, and if someone else had done it he would be angry that he wasn't able to do it. But according to his father, Voldemort seemed to waiting for something, as if he knew exactly where the boy was, but he wasn't telling any of his Death Eaters. This unsettled Draco.
What also unsettled Draco was the fact that Dumbledore, in all his wisdom about the Gryffindor Golden Boy, believed the boy dead. Did they think that Harry was that easy to kill that some random Death Eater could kill The-Boy-Who-Lived? Draco read somewhere that there was a ward put on Harry that would tell the Headmaster if Harry was death or not, but that would also mean that the Headmaster would know if Harry was close to death or uneven had a small cut. Wouldn't it?
What little he knew about protective wards from his father, that if you had a ward on someone that told you about there health status that you would know about everything that happened to them physically. Was that what alerted the Headmaster to the boy's house in the first place, or was it something else. Draco was missing so much information.
Draco sat there for a while thinking and reading the Prophet in peace until the door of the compartment slid open and a group of Slytherins walked in talking loudly. They sat down barely acknowledging that Draco was there as they sat in the empty seats. Crabbe and Goyle sat across from him arguing amongst themselves about Quidditch, Blaise Zabini (A/N: Doesn't anyone know for sure if Blaise is male or female? Well I am making her a female.) and Morgan MacFay were talking about wizarding cosmetics compared to Muggle cosmetics, or some such rot.
Draco glared at them for a moment and was about to say something to them about interrupting his peace when the door opened again and Pansy Parkinson walked in. She was changed a lot for the summer. She grew a few inches and was almost as tall as him. She was no longer the pug face girl from second year. Her features had softened out and she was quit beautiful with her cool blue eyes and her long dark brown hair. She was wearing her school uniform in a certain way that made her look like a natty schoolgirl, minus the lollipop. Her short pleated skirt was so short that you could almost see her underwear (if she was wearing any). Her white button up shirt was almost like second skin as it hugged every curve of her body, which made her bust show suggestively. Pansy had breast that could revival any of the seventh years.
Her eyes fell onto Draco and she gave him a rather sexy smile that made his eyebrow shot up in interest (that wasn't the only thing that shot up.). She crossed the compartment to sit next to him. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, as if aware of every movement she made. When she sat down next to him she leaned into him and whispered something in his ear that made him smirk at her. Crabbe and Goyle saw this and said something rather rude to the two of them. This suddenly angered Draco extremely.
"Well no one invited you in this compartment! You guys just walked in!" yelled Draco and he stormed out of the compartment leaving a slightly confused group of Slytherins. Pansy followed him out and was trying to get his attention, but he was so angry he wasn't listening or even watching where he was going. Thinking he lost Pansy he turned to see for sure when he ran into someone knocking both of them down.
"HEY!" yelled a familiar voice. Draco jumped up and reached down to help whoever it was off the ground when a flash of red stopped him.
"Oh its you." Said Draco as Ron stood up and brushed himself off. Ron looked at Draco, gray eyes meet brown, and Draco had to turn away from Ron's stare. There was just too much emotion in those brown eyes. "Sorry" Draco whispered quickly as he pushed by Ron, leaving a very confused Gryffindor behind.
Draco walked on trying o find an empty compartment, but they all seemed to be full. Towards the back of the train he still couldn't find any that were empty. He pasted by compartment find compartment and even one that had a little sign on it that said 'out of order'. He stopped and looked at the sign, with strangely familiar handwriting on it.
"How can a compartment on a train be out of order?" he thought to himself. The windows had been magically darken as if there was nothing but darkness in the compartment, but Draco could feel a small amount of magic around the windows and he knew that someone had put it there.
"A great way to get people to ignore the compartment." He thought. Deciding to take a look inside he went to see if the door was locked and found that the door slid open easily. He walked in and the door slid closed behind him. Draco quickly turned to open the door again, but found it locked.
"Damn." He cursed himself for his stupidity. "Why am I acting like a fucking Gryffindor?" Then he turned into the compartment and started to study it. The compartment seemed empty and there was nothing wrong with anything. He went to a seat and looked at it for a minute before sitting in it slowly, seeing if there was anything wrong with it. After sitting in the seat for a moment he decided that there was nothing wrong with the compartment besides the door that locked him in.
He looked around the empty compartment to find that it was not so empty. In one of the overhead compartment there was a Hogwarts trunk. "So someone is trying to hide out in here." He whispered as he looked around again to see if he missed something else. Seeing nothing he pulled the trunk out from its compartment and put it on the floor.
There were no markings on the trunk other than the Hogwarts seal. No name or initials or anything else that would give him a clue as to who this trunk belonged. It looked like a first year trunk, but a first year couldn't do the charms and enchantments it took to fix up the compartment so that no one came in.
Draco opened the trunk and laughed that it had to a trusting Gryffindork's trunk, because it was unlocked. He looked at the small amount of things that were in the trunk only to be confused more. There were fifth year books in the trunk, but only fifth year books. Most people brought all of their books in order to review, especially fifth years with the O.W.Ls coming up, but this person hadn't brought their other books.
Draco picked up a robe to see what house this person was in only to find that the robes had the Hogwarts seal on it and not a House seal. "What the hell?" said Draco. Draco looked through the trunk a little more to find a wand, but that didn't tell him whose trunk this was.
He stood up looked down at the trunk in confusion when he heard the door slid. As quickly as he could he turned to get the door before it closed only to watch as it clicked shut.
"Draco Malfoy!" said Pansy Parkinson who stood before him her hands on her hips looking at him with an angry fire in her eyes. "Why are you running away from me?"
"I just wanted some peace and quiet."
"Well I saw you come in here and I wanted o talk to you, but if you want to be left alone I guess I will go." She said and turned to leave, but the door won't open.
"I guess that is the reason that there was an out of order sign on the door. The door is locked from the outside." Sighed Draco as he sat down in the seat he was in before. Pansy turned back to him and smiled at him.
"Well I guess we are stuck here together until someone lets us out." She said huskily. Draco smirked at her.
"I guess so." Said Draco as he stood and moved closer to her.
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Ron walked into the compartment that he was sharing with his twin brothers, his little sister, Hermione and the other Gryffindor fifth year boys. He was still slightly confused about Draco and why he had apologized for knocking him over, but when he had entered the compartment he forgot all his confusion, as he looked at all the faces of mourning people that were in the compartment.
When Ron had first heard about Harry he thought that it was some sick joke that Fred and George were playing on him, but when he heard his mother crying in the kitchen and noticed the unshed tears that were in the corner of his brothers' eyes it hit him. His best friend was dead.
It felt as if his soul was ripped out of his body leaving nothing but an empty shell in its place. He hadn't cried for his friend. It wasn't that he was to proud to cry, it was that he feared that if he started to cry that he would never be able to stop, so he became the pillar of strength that everyone else needed.
Hermione hadn't stopped crying since she found out, and earlier today when he saw the beautiful scarlet train that was the Hogwarts express she began to cry even more. Ron was always there to comfort her telling her that everything would be all right, hoping that she would believe his words even if he didn't.
Ginny hadn't spoken to anyone since she found out. Now she sat around staring at things, with the sadness look Ron had ever seen, it was heart breaking to look at her.
The twins would whisper to each other about something important that they would have to do to honor the fallen hero of their business. Ron never quite understood exactly what they meant by that, but he knew it had something to do with the money that they all of a sudden had to fund their joke business.
The other people in the compartment where the other fifth year Gryffindor boys, they were all sitting around trying to comfort the Weasleys and Hermione the best they could but every now and then Ron would see a tear fall from one of them as hey were still dealing with their friend's death.
It was hard for all of them to come to terms with Harry's death. It seemed as if he simply couldn't die. He had lived through so many things before that it was almost as if Harry was immortal and couldn't die. But now that Ron thought about it no one thought he would truly live to graduate Hogwarts either.
It was a paradox that confused Ron and made him fell even more guilty than he already did. He felt that he was somehow responsible for Harry's death, but he didn't know why. He hadn't killed Harry, but there had to be something he could have done or said to stop what had happened. There had to of been. People just didn't die for no reason!
Ron could fell the tears in his throat choking him. He swallowed them back down as he sat next to Hermione taking her hand in his. She leaned into him and put her head on his shoulder. He could fell her shake as she cried again.
He sat there thinking about the empty bed that would sit next to him and even if someone else came to fill it, it still would be empty just like he felt. Ron closed his eyes for a second and all he could see was Harry flying cross the Quidditch field with reckless abandon laughing all the way. He quickly opened his eyes not wanting to see that right now. The tears were back in his throat again.
Then he leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands trying with all his will not to cry. Neville sensed something was wrong and tried to help by asking Ron if he wanted to play a game of chess like he would do with Harry. This was too much form him and for the first time in the long month he cried.
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Draco pinned Pansy up against the wall of the compartment their mouths on each other and tongues struggle in a war for dominance. Draco could feel the excitement rising in him as Pansy's hands were trying to memorize every inch of his body.
"Oh Draco I missed you over the summer." Pansy sighed in his mouth.
"I know what you were missing." Draco said coolly as his hand slid down Pansy's side, over her hip and to the hem of her short pleated skirt. Then he slid it under the skirt and up her soft thigh towards her warmth. She gasped as she felt the hand edge closer seeking her pleasure spot and threw her head back with a moan when it was found.
"Oh Draco." She gasped as he started to rub her slowly, then increased the speed and slow down teasing her. He captured her mouth again and their tongue started the battle again. Draco removed his hand and she whimpered at the loss, only for Draco to smirk as he moved her toward a row of seats so they could get into a more... comfortable position.
Pansy's hand slid down Draco's body and cupped his hardened cock that was being repressed by his pants. She started to unzip his pants as she sat down on the seats only to jump up in surprise with a squeal.
"What?" Draco asked. "What's the matter?"
"There is someone on the seat." Pansy cried out.
"What?" Draco said in shock and looked down at the seemingly empty seat as he zipped back up his pants.
"There is someone on the seat. I felt him." Pansy said looking into Draco's eyes pleadingly. She wanted him to do something about it and he knew it.
"Fine." He sighed as he moved closer to the seat without his hand outstretched feeling the seat for the person that was supposed to be there. As his hands got closer to the seat he could feel something silk on the seat. It was odd, he couldn't see anything and yet there was something there. His mind worked quickly as he was trying to divide the situation. Then it came to him. "An Invisibility Cloak."
"An Invisibility Cloak?" questioned Pansy. "But those things are rare, only the most wealthy of pureblood families have them. Who could it be?"
"Well I know that Potter has one." Draco said and lifted and eyebrow. Potter? Draco was thinking and missed the curious look that Pansy had thrown him.
'What did Draco mean 'has' shouldn't he been saying 'had'?' Thought Pansy as she watched Draco a little more closely. He knew something that she didn't and she was going to find out what.
But her thoughts were interrupted as Draco's hand reached out towards the seat and grabbed a hold of the invisibility cloak. He slowly pulled it off the prone form of a person lying on the seat.
The boys that lay there was rather small and seemed as though he was only a first or second year from the back view, as the boy's face was facing into the seat. The boy had shoulder length midnight black hair and his skin, what she could see of it, was almost deathly pale. He was wearing a cloak that was way to big for him, as if he had just grabbed it from his father's wardrobe.
This scene just didn't feel right to Pansy. There was something off about this boy that was lying there in the seat, still as death. She couldn't see if he was breathing or not, which made her start panicking.
"Draco there is something wrong with him." She said nervously. Draco nodded in response as he inched closer to the boy and hand two elegant fingers against the boy's neck.
"He is alive, but." Draco cut off has he looked down at the area of the boy's neck where his fingers rested.
"What is it Draco?" Pansy questioned.
"I am not sure." Said Draco has he turned the boy over to get a better look at him.
"OH MY GOD." Pansy breathed and stepped back as she saw the boys face. Draco was left speechless and the only thing his eye would focus on was the lightening shape scare on the boy's forehead.
Suppressed by all my childish fears,
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave,
Because your presence still lingers here,
And I won't leave me along
These wounds won't seem to heal,
This pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase,
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me,
By your resonating light,
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind,
Your face it haunt my once pleasant dreams,
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal,
This pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.
I've tried so heard to tell myself that you're gone,
And though you're still with me,
I've been alone all along
-My Immortal, Evanscence
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Hate is a Powerful Thing
Chapter Seven: Tears They Fall
By: MostEvilKitten
September first was always an interesting day for the students of Hogwarts. The news students would meet new people and be sorted into their new houses, and the older students would get to see their friends again and made new ones. But unknown to all of the students, this day would be even more interesting then the pervious years.
Well maybe all except Draco Malfoy. He could feel something coming, something big, and yet he didn't know what it could be as he walked through the train station to the Hogwarts Express. He watched everything around him to see if he could find out what would happen, but all he saw where sorrowful people walking around in a haze of mourning and he knew that they were all mourning over the so-called death of Harry Potter.
Draco wouldn't mourn Harry, and most people thought that it was because he hated Potter with a passion, but that wasn't it. No, he knew that Harry wasn't death. He could fell it, but he didn't know how he could feel it. He was thinking about it as he walked down the platform towards the train, but his thoughts were broken by a painful cry somewhere to his right. He turned quickly taking out his wand to see what was wrong.
On the platform, the crowd seemed to move away from a small group of people in the middle of it. Draco looked over to see the redheaded family standing there and the youngest male of the family was holding a crying curly haired girl. He knew that the 'news' of Harry Potter's death must be hitting the Weasley family and Hermione pretty hard. They were like his family and they would feel his death the most. Draco, as well as everyone else on the platform, sat there for a minute watching the group cry in sorrow. All that could be heard was the desperate wails of Hermione and the whispered words of comfort from Ron, telling her that everything would be all right and it would be okay.
Even though many people on the platform where comforted by the words, Draco how ever, wasn't. He knew that it wasn't going to be all right, that something terrible had happened, and even if Harry were still alive, they would never be the same.
Becoming increasingly uncomfortable by this display Draco climbed onto the train pushing past people who all had stopped to watch that Granger girl cry in the Weasel's arms. He found an empty compartment and sat down quickly. He relaxed into the seat with a sigh. He felt as if the world was falling apart around him and there was something that he could do to fix it, but he had no idea what that could be and if frustrated him.
Draco sighed again as he tried to still his though in the peacefulness of the quiet compartment. He loved to sit in silence and just think, but for some reason today he could do it. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind trying to tell him something, but he didn't know what that could be. After a couple more minutes of trying to quiet his thoughts he gave up and took out this mornings copy of the Daily prophet that he had brought with him.
Harry's 'death' had been the headline of the Prophet for weeks, and then a couple weeks ago the headlines changed, but not that far away for Harry. It seemed that two mysterious cloaked figures had been seen at the boy's relative's house. The two had gone in and killed Harry's Aunt and Uncle with a particular nasty dark curse. Harry's whale of a cousin was in St. Mungo's for being sent mad by the Cruico curse.
This made almost everyone believe that Harry had died at the hands of a Death Eater, for why would dark wizards want to kill Harry's relatives if Harry were already dead. 'Why indeed?' Thought Draco many times over. Draco had been trying to think of all the things that could of happened, and where Harry could possibly be, but nothing made sense to him. He was missing some important information, but what?
What really got to him was how calm all the Death Eaters and even Voldemort himself seemed. Draco would think that if Voldemort had captured or even killed the boy that he would be gloating about, and if someone else had done it he would be angry that he wasn't able to do it. But according to his father, Voldemort seemed to waiting for something, as if he knew exactly where the boy was, but he wasn't telling any of his Death Eaters. This unsettled Draco.
What also unsettled Draco was the fact that Dumbledore, in all his wisdom about the Gryffindor Golden Boy, believed the boy dead. Did they think that Harry was that easy to kill that some random Death Eater could kill The-Boy-Who-Lived? Draco read somewhere that there was a ward put on Harry that would tell the Headmaster if Harry was death or not, but that would also mean that the Headmaster would know if Harry was close to death or uneven had a small cut. Wouldn't it?
What little he knew about protective wards from his father, that if you had a ward on someone that told you about there health status that you would know about everything that happened to them physically. Was that what alerted the Headmaster to the boy's house in the first place, or was it something else. Draco was missing so much information.
Draco sat there for a while thinking and reading the Prophet in peace until the door of the compartment slid open and a group of Slytherins walked in talking loudly. They sat down barely acknowledging that Draco was there as they sat in the empty seats. Crabbe and Goyle sat across from him arguing amongst themselves about Quidditch, Blaise Zabini (A/N: Doesn't anyone know for sure if Blaise is male or female? Well I am making her a female.) and Morgan MacFay were talking about wizarding cosmetics compared to Muggle cosmetics, or some such rot.
Draco glared at them for a moment and was about to say something to them about interrupting his peace when the door opened again and Pansy Parkinson walked in. She was changed a lot for the summer. She grew a few inches and was almost as tall as him. She was no longer the pug face girl from second year. Her features had softened out and she was quit beautiful with her cool blue eyes and her long dark brown hair. She was wearing her school uniform in a certain way that made her look like a natty schoolgirl, minus the lollipop. Her short pleated skirt was so short that you could almost see her underwear (if she was wearing any). Her white button up shirt was almost like second skin as it hugged every curve of her body, which made her bust show suggestively. Pansy had breast that could revival any of the seventh years.
Her eyes fell onto Draco and she gave him a rather sexy smile that made his eyebrow shot up in interest (that wasn't the only thing that shot up.). She crossed the compartment to sit next to him. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, as if aware of every movement she made. When she sat down next to him she leaned into him and whispered something in his ear that made him smirk at her. Crabbe and Goyle saw this and said something rather rude to the two of them. This suddenly angered Draco extremely.
"Well no one invited you in this compartment! You guys just walked in!" yelled Draco and he stormed out of the compartment leaving a slightly confused group of Slytherins. Pansy followed him out and was trying to get his attention, but he was so angry he wasn't listening or even watching where he was going. Thinking he lost Pansy he turned to see for sure when he ran into someone knocking both of them down.
"HEY!" yelled a familiar voice. Draco jumped up and reached down to help whoever it was off the ground when a flash of red stopped him.
"Oh its you." Said Draco as Ron stood up and brushed himself off. Ron looked at Draco, gray eyes meet brown, and Draco had to turn away from Ron's stare. There was just too much emotion in those brown eyes. "Sorry" Draco whispered quickly as he pushed by Ron, leaving a very confused Gryffindor behind.
Draco walked on trying o find an empty compartment, but they all seemed to be full. Towards the back of the train he still couldn't find any that were empty. He pasted by compartment find compartment and even one that had a little sign on it that said 'out of order'. He stopped and looked at the sign, with strangely familiar handwriting on it.
"How can a compartment on a train be out of order?" he thought to himself. The windows had been magically darken as if there was nothing but darkness in the compartment, but Draco could feel a small amount of magic around the windows and he knew that someone had put it there.
"A great way to get people to ignore the compartment." He thought. Deciding to take a look inside he went to see if the door was locked and found that the door slid open easily. He walked in and the door slid closed behind him. Draco quickly turned to open the door again, but found it locked.
"Damn." He cursed himself for his stupidity. "Why am I acting like a fucking Gryffindor?" Then he turned into the compartment and started to study it. The compartment seemed empty and there was nothing wrong with anything. He went to a seat and looked at it for a minute before sitting in it slowly, seeing if there was anything wrong with it. After sitting in the seat for a moment he decided that there was nothing wrong with the compartment besides the door that locked him in.
He looked around the empty compartment to find that it was not so empty. In one of the overhead compartment there was a Hogwarts trunk. "So someone is trying to hide out in here." He whispered as he looked around again to see if he missed something else. Seeing nothing he pulled the trunk out from its compartment and put it on the floor.
There were no markings on the trunk other than the Hogwarts seal. No name or initials or anything else that would give him a clue as to who this trunk belonged. It looked like a first year trunk, but a first year couldn't do the charms and enchantments it took to fix up the compartment so that no one came in.
Draco opened the trunk and laughed that it had to a trusting Gryffindork's trunk, because it was unlocked. He looked at the small amount of things that were in the trunk only to be confused more. There were fifth year books in the trunk, but only fifth year books. Most people brought all of their books in order to review, especially fifth years with the O.W.Ls coming up, but this person hadn't brought their other books.
Draco picked up a robe to see what house this person was in only to find that the robes had the Hogwarts seal on it and not a House seal. "What the hell?" said Draco. Draco looked through the trunk a little more to find a wand, but that didn't tell him whose trunk this was.
He stood up looked down at the trunk in confusion when he heard the door slid. As quickly as he could he turned to get the door before it closed only to watch as it clicked shut.
"Draco Malfoy!" said Pansy Parkinson who stood before him her hands on her hips looking at him with an angry fire in her eyes. "Why are you running away from me?"
"I just wanted some peace and quiet."
"Well I saw you come in here and I wanted o talk to you, but if you want to be left alone I guess I will go." She said and turned to leave, but the door won't open.
"I guess that is the reason that there was an out of order sign on the door. The door is locked from the outside." Sighed Draco as he sat down in the seat he was in before. Pansy turned back to him and smiled at him.
"Well I guess we are stuck here together until someone lets us out." She said huskily. Draco smirked at her.
"I guess so." Said Draco as he stood and moved closer to her.
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Ron walked into the compartment that he was sharing with his twin brothers, his little sister, Hermione and the other Gryffindor fifth year boys. He was still slightly confused about Draco and why he had apologized for knocking him over, but when he had entered the compartment he forgot all his confusion, as he looked at all the faces of mourning people that were in the compartment.
When Ron had first heard about Harry he thought that it was some sick joke that Fred and George were playing on him, but when he heard his mother crying in the kitchen and noticed the unshed tears that were in the corner of his brothers' eyes it hit him. His best friend was dead.
It felt as if his soul was ripped out of his body leaving nothing but an empty shell in its place. He hadn't cried for his friend. It wasn't that he was to proud to cry, it was that he feared that if he started to cry that he would never be able to stop, so he became the pillar of strength that everyone else needed.
Hermione hadn't stopped crying since she found out, and earlier today when he saw the beautiful scarlet train that was the Hogwarts express she began to cry even more. Ron was always there to comfort her telling her that everything would be all right, hoping that she would believe his words even if he didn't.
Ginny hadn't spoken to anyone since she found out. Now she sat around staring at things, with the sadness look Ron had ever seen, it was heart breaking to look at her.
The twins would whisper to each other about something important that they would have to do to honor the fallen hero of their business. Ron never quite understood exactly what they meant by that, but he knew it had something to do with the money that they all of a sudden had to fund their joke business.
The other people in the compartment where the other fifth year Gryffindor boys, they were all sitting around trying to comfort the Weasleys and Hermione the best they could but every now and then Ron would see a tear fall from one of them as hey were still dealing with their friend's death.
It was hard for all of them to come to terms with Harry's death. It seemed as if he simply couldn't die. He had lived through so many things before that it was almost as if Harry was immortal and couldn't die. But now that Ron thought about it no one thought he would truly live to graduate Hogwarts either.
It was a paradox that confused Ron and made him fell even more guilty than he already did. He felt that he was somehow responsible for Harry's death, but he didn't know why. He hadn't killed Harry, but there had to be something he could have done or said to stop what had happened. There had to of been. People just didn't die for no reason!
Ron could fell the tears in his throat choking him. He swallowed them back down as he sat next to Hermione taking her hand in his. She leaned into him and put her head on his shoulder. He could fell her shake as she cried again.
He sat there thinking about the empty bed that would sit next to him and even if someone else came to fill it, it still would be empty just like he felt. Ron closed his eyes for a second and all he could see was Harry flying cross the Quidditch field with reckless abandon laughing all the way. He quickly opened his eyes not wanting to see that right now. The tears were back in his throat again.
Then he leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands trying with all his will not to cry. Neville sensed something was wrong and tried to help by asking Ron if he wanted to play a game of chess like he would do with Harry. This was too much form him and for the first time in the long month he cried.
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Draco pinned Pansy up against the wall of the compartment their mouths on each other and tongues struggle in a war for dominance. Draco could feel the excitement rising in him as Pansy's hands were trying to memorize every inch of his body.
"Oh Draco I missed you over the summer." Pansy sighed in his mouth.
"I know what you were missing." Draco said coolly as his hand slid down Pansy's side, over her hip and to the hem of her short pleated skirt. Then he slid it under the skirt and up her soft thigh towards her warmth. She gasped as she felt the hand edge closer seeking her pleasure spot and threw her head back with a moan when it was found.
"Oh Draco." She gasped as he started to rub her slowly, then increased the speed and slow down teasing her. He captured her mouth again and their tongue started the battle again. Draco removed his hand and she whimpered at the loss, only for Draco to smirk as he moved her toward a row of seats so they could get into a more... comfortable position.
Pansy's hand slid down Draco's body and cupped his hardened cock that was being repressed by his pants. She started to unzip his pants as she sat down on the seats only to jump up in surprise with a squeal.
"What?" Draco asked. "What's the matter?"
"There is someone on the seat." Pansy cried out.
"What?" Draco said in shock and looked down at the seemingly empty seat as he zipped back up his pants.
"There is someone on the seat. I felt him." Pansy said looking into Draco's eyes pleadingly. She wanted him to do something about it and he knew it.
"Fine." He sighed as he moved closer to the seat without his hand outstretched feeling the seat for the person that was supposed to be there. As his hands got closer to the seat he could feel something silk on the seat. It was odd, he couldn't see anything and yet there was something there. His mind worked quickly as he was trying to divide the situation. Then it came to him. "An Invisibility Cloak."
"An Invisibility Cloak?" questioned Pansy. "But those things are rare, only the most wealthy of pureblood families have them. Who could it be?"
"Well I know that Potter has one." Draco said and lifted and eyebrow. Potter? Draco was thinking and missed the curious look that Pansy had thrown him.
'What did Draco mean 'has' shouldn't he been saying 'had'?' Thought Pansy as she watched Draco a little more closely. He knew something that she didn't and she was going to find out what.
But her thoughts were interrupted as Draco's hand reached out towards the seat and grabbed a hold of the invisibility cloak. He slowly pulled it off the prone form of a person lying on the seat.
The boys that lay there was rather small and seemed as though he was only a first or second year from the back view, as the boy's face was facing into the seat. The boy had shoulder length midnight black hair and his skin, what she could see of it, was almost deathly pale. He was wearing a cloak that was way to big for him, as if he had just grabbed it from his father's wardrobe.
This scene just didn't feel right to Pansy. There was something off about this boy that was lying there in the seat, still as death. She couldn't see if he was breathing or not, which made her start panicking.
"Draco there is something wrong with him." She said nervously. Draco nodded in response as he inched closer to the boy and hand two elegant fingers against the boy's neck.
"He is alive, but." Draco cut off has he looked down at the area of the boy's neck where his fingers rested.
"What is it Draco?" Pansy questioned.
"I am not sure." Said Draco has he turned the boy over to get a better look at him.
"OH MY GOD." Pansy breathed and stepped back as she saw the boys face. Draco was left speechless and the only thing his eye would focus on was the lightening shape scare on the boy's forehead.