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A/N: People have been asking for Draco, so I give you...DRACO!!!!!!!!!!!
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Before- But the Malfoys were in the picture, and there was nothing to be done for it. Lucius had gotten his way, to a point. The point being that he could not take the baby, could not have it alone without Hermione. Draco, on the other hand, was the child's father, and was perfectly within his rights to be with his son. Knowing Draco, he would probably kill his own son to appease his father.
Thus far, young Draco had not shown much backbone. This was rather worrisome, as it absolved all possibility of him doing the right thing. He was a rather whiney brat, but he seemed to be maturing a little with age. A little.
But, the result of all of this was a headache. A terrible one. But, Severus Snape was a potions master, so he strode resolutely off to his dark, dank, dungeon for some potion.
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Draco was really rather upset. After all, this whole stupid mess had complicated his life quite a lot. He was annoyed because his father clearly expected him to hand that baby over, when it wasn't even his child. How unfair. It was his son, he, Draco, should get to decide its fate.
Draco groaned. He had Quidditch practice in an hour, and he had not even started on his Transfiguration homework. So, he sat down in an armchair by the fire, pulled out his book and notes, and began his essay on conjuring spells. Dead boring, in his opinion, but very useful. Hmm, now what is the book saying, he mused, scribbling as quickly as wizardly possible. He had barely written 3 inches, when he saw that it was time for practice. Grabbing his Thunderbolt, he sped out to the Quidditch field.
It was a beautiful day, cool and bright. The crisp fall air filled his lungs as he kicked off. Draco did a few dives, swooping closer to the ground each time. Some girls who were watching from the stands gave out a collective gasp after a particularly close shave. Draco eased over to them, then leaned back on his broom and waited for their appraisal.
"Oh, Draco, that was so brave"
"So daring"
"Draco, you're so athletic"
"Oh, Draco"
Draco was basking in his reflected glory when he heard Flint snarl for him to get back to practice. With a long-suffering sigh, he departed from the stands, doing a few flips and rolls on the way. He circled the field overhead, and upon seeing a shimmer, dove down, and quickly caught the snitch. After 3 more catches, they were finally released. Draco ambled over to the locker rooms, quickly changed into his robes, and was on his way to the Slytherin dorms when intercepted by Hermione.
"Draco, we need to get started on our Arithmancy project"
"Have fun on it."
"Malfoy, you have to help." She declared exasperatedly.
"Why?"
"It's a group project."
"Well, I can't work with a Mudblood!"
Hermione looked hurt for some reason, and Draco quickly apologized. "Sorry Hermione."
She stared at him in bewilderment. "What did you say?"
"I said I was sorry!" Draco shouted, furious with himself. Why had he said that? She was beautiful, nice and smart, but she was still a Mudblood!
"Well, I'll do this part, and you do the other section" Hermione indicated, apparently choosing to let Blaise out of any work.
"Why can't I do the other one?" Draco whined. Hermione stared at him, as though he were a five year old.
"Fine, do the other one."
"I don't want to!"
"Then why did you ask to?"
"I didn't! I just didn't want to have to do it!"
"Draco Malfoy, that is so childish!"
"Oh, I can be very, very, grown up." Draco let his voice trail off seductively. Hermione stared at him, flabbergasted. Did he? Wha? NO. she shook her head briskly, as though it might banish the images that had sprung unbidden into the back of her mind. Besides, I'm not a Mudblood, she thought rebelliously. She did not voice this particular thought, feeling that it was preferable to being thought of as the daughter of a muggle couple than the daughter of a one Severus Snape.
"Look," Draco said, "I have to go work on my transfiguration essay. Just gimme the stupid Arithmancy stuff, and I'll do it afterwards." She obliged, and they set off in different directions.
When Draco got back to the common room, he was ambushed by Crabbe and Goyle, who followed him around for the rest of the night. The two great hulks could get very annoying very fast. Plus, they were terrible at magic, and stupid as logs. Draco held by the common belief that the reason they were always together is that the shared a brain cell.
After much laboring, Draco finally finished up his homework, and was dragging himself up to bed, when a head appeared in the fire. His father's head, to be precise.
"Draco," Lucius said.
"Father, what is it that I might help you with?"
"I need you to help me with our Lords plan." Draco's eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the our, but nonetheless asked his father to elaborate. So Lucius outlined his plan.
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A/N2- The reviews last time were really very disappointing. Can we try to do better? Typically I try very hard to write these for you guys, and at 2AM there are sure to be typos, and I have no BETA reader (because I don't want one)- you must find something to say to me...
Also, if you want a MINOR character in the story, e-mail me at kappa5995 at aol dot com. The requirements are- You must have submitted at least 3 reviews You must specify name, age, and short description Tell me if you are a Death Eater or an Order member Please note, I won't get everyone in.. but I'll try my best, ok?
I love you guys!!!!!!!
A/N: People have been asking for Draco, so I give you...DRACO!!!!!!!!!!!
Totally, completely, separate, but do any of you guys like virtual pets? Have you heard of neopets? It's a really cool site, and it's my fave other than FF.net. If you want to join, use this URL:
Neopets .com /refer. phtml? username= fighting_wolf_
(Take out spaces)
That will give me credit for referring you! After the 1st time just go to neopets.com (please mention if you joined in your review)
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Before- But the Malfoys were in the picture, and there was nothing to be done for it. Lucius had gotten his way, to a point. The point being that he could not take the baby, could not have it alone without Hermione. Draco, on the other hand, was the child's father, and was perfectly within his rights to be with his son. Knowing Draco, he would probably kill his own son to appease his father.
Thus far, young Draco had not shown much backbone. This was rather worrisome, as it absolved all possibility of him doing the right thing. He was a rather whiney brat, but he seemed to be maturing a little with age. A little.
But, the result of all of this was a headache. A terrible one. But, Severus Snape was a potions master, so he strode resolutely off to his dark, dank, dungeon for some potion.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Draco was really rather upset. After all, this whole stupid mess had complicated his life quite a lot. He was annoyed because his father clearly expected him to hand that baby over, when it wasn't even his child. How unfair. It was his son, he, Draco, should get to decide its fate.
Draco groaned. He had Quidditch practice in an hour, and he had not even started on his Transfiguration homework. So, he sat down in an armchair by the fire, pulled out his book and notes, and began his essay on conjuring spells. Dead boring, in his opinion, but very useful. Hmm, now what is the book saying, he mused, scribbling as quickly as wizardly possible. He had barely written 3 inches, when he saw that it was time for practice. Grabbing his Thunderbolt, he sped out to the Quidditch field.
It was a beautiful day, cool and bright. The crisp fall air filled his lungs as he kicked off. Draco did a few dives, swooping closer to the ground each time. Some girls who were watching from the stands gave out a collective gasp after a particularly close shave. Draco eased over to them, then leaned back on his broom and waited for their appraisal.
"Oh, Draco, that was so brave"
"So daring"
"Draco, you're so athletic"
"Oh, Draco"
Draco was basking in his reflected glory when he heard Flint snarl for him to get back to practice. With a long-suffering sigh, he departed from the stands, doing a few flips and rolls on the way. He circled the field overhead, and upon seeing a shimmer, dove down, and quickly caught the snitch. After 3 more catches, they were finally released. Draco ambled over to the locker rooms, quickly changed into his robes, and was on his way to the Slytherin dorms when intercepted by Hermione.
"Draco, we need to get started on our Arithmancy project"
"Have fun on it."
"Malfoy, you have to help." She declared exasperatedly.
"Why?"
"It's a group project."
"Well, I can't work with a Mudblood!"
Hermione looked hurt for some reason, and Draco quickly apologized. "Sorry Hermione."
She stared at him in bewilderment. "What did you say?"
"I said I was sorry!" Draco shouted, furious with himself. Why had he said that? She was beautiful, nice and smart, but she was still a Mudblood!
"Well, I'll do this part, and you do the other section" Hermione indicated, apparently choosing to let Blaise out of any work.
"Why can't I do the other one?" Draco whined. Hermione stared at him, as though he were a five year old.
"Fine, do the other one."
"I don't want to!"
"Then why did you ask to?"
"I didn't! I just didn't want to have to do it!"
"Draco Malfoy, that is so childish!"
"Oh, I can be very, very, grown up." Draco let his voice trail off seductively. Hermione stared at him, flabbergasted. Did he? Wha? NO. she shook her head briskly, as though it might banish the images that had sprung unbidden into the back of her mind. Besides, I'm not a Mudblood, she thought rebelliously. She did not voice this particular thought, feeling that it was preferable to being thought of as the daughter of a muggle couple than the daughter of a one Severus Snape.
"Look," Draco said, "I have to go work on my transfiguration essay. Just gimme the stupid Arithmancy stuff, and I'll do it afterwards." She obliged, and they set off in different directions.
When Draco got back to the common room, he was ambushed by Crabbe and Goyle, who followed him around for the rest of the night. The two great hulks could get very annoying very fast. Plus, they were terrible at magic, and stupid as logs. Draco held by the common belief that the reason they were always together is that the shared a brain cell.
After much laboring, Draco finally finished up his homework, and was dragging himself up to bed, when a head appeared in the fire. His father's head, to be precise.
"Draco," Lucius said.
"Father, what is it that I might help you with?"
"I need you to help me with our Lords plan." Draco's eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the our, but nonetheless asked his father to elaborate. So Lucius outlined his plan.
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A/N2- The reviews last time were really very disappointing. Can we try to do better? Typically I try very hard to write these for you guys, and at 2AM there are sure to be typos, and I have no BETA reader (because I don't want one)- you must find something to say to me...
Also, if you want a MINOR character in the story, e-mail me at kappa5995 at aol dot com. The requirements are- You must have submitted at least 3 reviews You must specify name, age, and short description Tell me if you are a Death Eater or an Order member Please note, I won't get everyone in.. but I'll try my best, ok?
I love you guys!!!!!!!