The Once and Future Dragon King
By Tulzdavampslayer
Chapter IV – Express Yourself
A/N – um. Yes. Pretty soon I might be getting very silly with this… he he he he…
And here we go again…
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The Hogwarts Express seemed more quiet than normal.
This was of course understandable, as all but four of the Slytherins were either in Azkaban…or dead. As well as that, Gryffindor had lost twenty students to Death and two to Voldemort, five Ravenclaw students had died and ten changed sides, and thirty Hufflepuffs were dead as well as three 'missing'.
So really, there was plenty of room on the train.
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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, staring at the spinning hands. Around the edges of the clock were written the names of every student and Professor at Hogwarts. As he watched, twenty three new names were made room for, and most of the hands slowed down in their frantic movements. Dumbledore blinked and turned to another clock. The Hogwarts Express had left King's Cross Station and was on its way.
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Elaine had put her robes on almost the moment she had stepped onto the train. She grinned at her adopted brother and sister in their new robes. Ron was unusually sullen and silent. She poked the older boy in the ribs, but he continued in his sullen silence. Harry was also silent, staring out the window. It wasn't hard to guess what he was thinking about.
He still blamed himself for Cedric and Sirius' deaths. Part of him even blamed himself for the deaths of so many Aurors, students, and Professor Sprout. But the logical part of his brain told him that Voldemort attacked Hogwarts for several reasons: to destroy the next generation of witches and wizards who would oppose him, to crumble the morale of the dead students' families, to show the wizarding world he was not afraid to fight them, to recruit students sympathetic to his 'cause', but mostly to attempt to take Dumbledore out of the picture.
Of course, Harry rarely listened to the logical part of his brain. That was what Hermione was for.
Ginny seethed. It may have been several days, but Malfoy was still at the front of her mind. The nerve of the boy! Why, she ought to… but wasn't killing his father enough?
Hermione turned the page.
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Albus Dumbledore sighed.
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Draco couldn't be bothered doing the usual rounds. Of the twenty-three new students, the one he had already met had been his match. Maybe he was going soft. He couldn't believe he'd thought a Weasley could become a Slytherin.
Draco's lips spread in a wicked grin as he realised what he could do with his time that could be rather amusing for all involved. Well, for him at least.
"Oy, Zabini!"
Blaise turned casually from the window. "You called, master?"
"Stop that, it's annoying. Round up the girls, we have some Gryffs to visit."
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Albus Dumbledore sipped at his tea a few times before he noted that several of the hands were slowing down further. It looked like Galahad and Mordred would soon be identified.
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Personally, she thought that Malfoy was nutters. But it would be fun to play with Potter's mind for a bit. It'd serve him right for asking her so many questions last year. But Malfoy's idea wasn't a particularly well thought out plan, and she had said as much. He had told her that he didn't care what a Parkinson thought, and she didn't have to come. So Pansy came along.
It could be fun.
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Albus Dumbledore took the clock down from the wall, and placed it in Fawkes' waiting talons. He then took the Sorting Hat down form its place, and left his office after popping a final chocolate frog into his mouth.
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Ginny stared blankly at the pile of sweets in her lap. It was the second year the Weasley family had been able to afford new robes, new books, new equipment, good brooms, and of course goodies from the Hogwarts Express and Hogsmeade. But every time she spent any money at all, it reminded her of Sirius.
Ginny was startled from her thoughts in a most surprising way. Before she even knew anybody had entered, she had arms wrapped around her, and she found herself on somebody's lap, her chocolates spilling to the floor. The author reached into the story and grabbed them. Ginny tried to struggle out of the stranger's arms, but they held her in a tight, rather intimate embrace.
A voice drawled none too quietly in her ear, "what's the matter, pet? Embarrassed to be seen with me now?"
Ron and Harry turned from the window at the sound of that all too familiar voice. Ron immediately started spluttering.
Harry remained dangerously calm. "Malfoy, what are you doing with Ginny?"
Malfoy smiled innocently. "I thought that should be obvious, Potter. I'm sure even your eyes could see that much. Aren't I allowed to sit with my girlfriend?"
Hermione's nose came out of her book and noticed the scene unfolding in front of her. "Malfoy, what are you doing in here? Ginny, get off his lap, I mean really."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well I would if I could, but I can't, can I? …stop that," she warned the boy who was now nuzzling her neck, "your nose is cold."
Elaine giggled. "doesn't look like you're trying too hard, Gin. Hi Draco."
Draco raised his head from the neck of the girl in his lap and nodded respectfully in her direction. "Elaine. How're you going with putting up with this bunch of goody-two-shoes? …no offense, love," he added as a side note.
Ron was still spluttering. "Malfoy…let go of my sister… right now… she is not your… g… girlf…"
"Girlfriend?" Draco smirked. "Do you really have that much trouble saying it? Granger, I'm sorry. You're going to have some problems with this one. Should've set your sights after Potter, he's an easier target."
Hermione blushed. "Malfoy, I think you better go."
As she spoke, the door opened, and three seventh-years peered in.
"Ah, found you Malfoy," Blaise said in her soft, sultry voice.
Pansy came in and sat herself down next to Elaine. "We figured you'd be in here…" she trailed off as she noticed the little blonde next to her. Malfoy hadn't mentioned how much the girl looked like him. "Hello." Pansy paused to regain composure. "You must be Elaine then."
Elaine nodded.
Millicent leant against the door frame. "Draco mentioned you last night at dinner, said you had a lot more kick in you than these others. Except Ginny of course. He can't say a bad word against her, it's really quite -"
"Bulstrode," Blaise warned. "Too. Many. Words. You're babbling again."
Millicent blushed and mouthed the word "cute". Draco shrugged and held Ginny tighter.
Ginny squirmed in his arms. "Draco, as nice as this is and all, I kind of like being able to breathe."
Ron spluttered.
Blaise placed a pale hand on Draco's shoulder. "Draco, come on, you can see her later when her friends are less likely to kill us."
Ginny heard a small whine come from the boy she was sitting on. Pansy stood up and patted her knees. "Come on, Draco, come on, good doggie!" Draco immediately frowned at her and stood up, gently returning Ginny to her seat.
"See you at school, angel," he whispered in her ear before holding her face gently between his hands and placing his lips over hers.
Ginny's heart jumped. This was going too far! Malfoy's little game was… where did he learn to kiss like that… Her eyes fluttered closed and her hand moved of its own accord to place itself against his chest.
Draco noticed this with a great deal of amusement. Not only were the idiots filling for it, but the little Weasel was actually kissing him back! He hadn't been counting on that, it was only supposed to be a quick peck… but he wasn't about to stop. He was seventeen and he'd never really kissed anybody before. And Merlin! Could this girl kiss!
He was brought back to reality all too quickly by a sharp rap on his skull. Potter stood over him, his wand in his hand. Draco was all too glad that that was not a metaphor.
"Time to go Malfoy," Harry's green eyes flashed dangerously. Draco rose to his full height to stare the other boy in the eyes. The two enemies glared at each other belligerently for a moment before Draco turned to follow the three girls.
Just remember this when you're mulling over this later Potter. She kissed me back. Goodbye Elaine, goodbye Gin."
Ron spluttered.
In the corridor, the others were laughing their heads off, but Draco remained silent. A wicked smile crossed his face and he led the girls away.
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Albus Dumbledore twiddled his thumbs.
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TBC
A/N – yay another reasonably long one! And a bit of d/g! yay. Gotta love badly written d/g. heh. I'll try and write more interestingly later. And yes I know none of that made any sense.
Coming soon (hopefully in the next couple of days) chapter V – Squishify
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