A/N: Okay yes this is a late update, I know it. I was sitting for the
*cursing* mid-term exam~~~ so first:
Thanks to~~~
Wrapped in misery: Yep talks to himself, that Draco. You'll find out why now~~~:)
Rhiannon Ravenclaw: haha thanx! This chap isn't so fun, tho. But it doesn't make you think anymore~~~ lol I got all the thinking~~~
Soulda: thanx 'n Congratulations! Lol
Lady Jade Green: hhmmmmmm look this is what u've been waiting for~~~ sorry I'm not in a perfect mood, so this chap wasn't as good as I expected. Just think this might uncover a bit of the mist~~~
So guys, thanx soooo much for reviewing!!! I'd really love more suggestions or just tell me what you feel bout it, 'kay? : )
Chapter Three
Draco leant against the window of the Prefect Compartment, looking out into the gloomy sky. He was in the worst mood ever.
Everything went wrong from the very beginning...
First, Draco Malfoy, the Famous Adorable Aggressive Sexy Intelligent Charming Awes--- (A/N: *Cough*)---Er...alright...Draco Malfoy woke up this morning on an *arm-chair*!
#That's your own prob, Drac...#
#Shut up!#
Then, he found out that he forgot to bring his hair gel with him and that stupid Death Eater didn't even have one at home! It was 6:38:42 a.m. Sept. 1st when he found out the disaster, and Draco secretly made it the Shame Day of My Life. If that still didn't get the blond killed, then another event would surely get the job done: Breakfast without his favorite beautifully-cooked-with-the-most-elegant-dressing-ever-found-in-this- goodness-boring-world tuna. Isn't life a hell?
[i]Lucious would kill me if he saw me in this miserable state... [/i] Draco let out a hollow laugh, examining his reflection in the window of the Compartment. His blond hair hung loosely around. However hard he tried to stick them back to its usual position, countless locks still dropped stubbornly in front of his eyes. Draco thought hard, trying to wake up every tangle of his memory in search for a spell that girls often used to arrange their hair. Bad try. "Why girls can't just say that spell out loud enough for me to remember?!" The blond thought furiously. Draco reached for a particularly annoying lock of hair, trying at least to smooth it... ... ...
The door of the Prefect Compartment swung open, and a certain bushy-hair- bossy-cat someone walked in. Draco groaned. Why that old twisted maddie wizard made *her* a Prefect was going to be kept a mystery for this young Malfoy the rest of his life.
Hermione Granger spotted the blond and narrowed her eyes. She sank into a seat, making sure it was the farthest from the boy possible.
"I'm not an A-bomb, Granger." Draco remarked dryly. Somehow he felt he had to say something offensive, or he wasn't a Malfoy.
"Do you think loosening your hair can cover the fact, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped. "No it makes no difference. You still stink."
Draco nearly winced at the word "hair", but his Malfoy pride hold him still. "Speaking of stink, how come you ever know this word, Hermuddy? Must be working particularly hard, eh?" Draco frowned innocently.
Hermione bit her lips bitterly. This was it, another year of hell. "Like father like son." She muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, Draco caught the words. He glared sharply at the bushy hairball. "What?!"
Hermione winced a bit at this cold command. Now that with satisfaction, Draco saw that Hermione was at the edge of bursting into tears. "Wish your daddy a happy holiday in Azkaban!" Hermione whispered with hatred. She waited for the volcano to erupt, but it never did, for at that moment, the Ravenclaw Prefect strode in lazily.
"'ello." He smiled at both of them, unaware of the gunpowder all around the Compartment.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Prof McGonagall stepped into the Prefect Compartment with a roll of parchment. "The first year after Voldemort's---gasping filled the Compartment---return, Prefects are expected to work particularly hard especially to keep the friendship and cooperation among all Houses." Prof McGonagall cast a dark look at Hermione and Draco before continuing, "There will be, of course, no Tri-Wizards, but balls are expected somewhere around the middle of the term. Prefects of different Houses are to work in groups, so as to set an example for the students. In order to strengthen our inter- House friendship, each two Prefects from different Houses are to be grouped when on duty..................etc..."
Needless to say, Draco and Hermione were in one group, for the sake of the "inter-House friendship". Both of them sneered at the foolish idea, which is the only thing the two rivals had in common.
The moment Prof McGonagall finished, Hermione rushed out of the Prefect Compartment, not giving Draco any chance to erupt. Thirty seconds later, she dropped onto the seat beside Harry and locked the Compartment door.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
"That's the silly plan for this year." Hermione finished with a sigh. Ron looked extremely sympathetic, and Hermione looked ready to kill, so Harry changed the topic in a hurry. "So what about the Order? Any progress, 'mione?"
"Yea..." Hermione bit off the head of a chocolate frog thoughtfully. "Yep..."
###Flashback###
The door of Sirius Black's living room swung open. Harry Potter rushed in, looking a bit embarrassed since everyone else looked ready for some serious business. He hurried to a seat.
"Since the truth of Voldemort's return is finally accepted, we are offered more freedom to carry on our work." Dumbledore stood up from the far end of the table. "But we still have to be careful, especially after the grief death of one of our dearest members."
Long Silence.
Harry heard his heart beating fast... ... ... It was just so not right for such a good man to die. There are needless lives hanging around the world, busying themselves in business that simply doesn't matter. There are needless lives rushing here and there, covering half the sky with their thin but immense wings. Yet one soul...one precious soul was lost forever... ... ... this just wasn't right...
Harry soon lost himself in his usual miserable thoughts. The elegant yet sad movement of Sirius Black falling beyond reach was forever marked in this young Potter's memory. He couldn't think of anything else, he couldn't breath true air in this world agai------
"Harry!" Hermione and Ron looked into these deep green eyes filled with sorrow. "Hey Harry the meeting's over! You're to train yourself much harder from now on!"
"I am... ... What?" Harry woke up with a start.
"Harry, oh for God's sake forget it, Harry..." Hermione sat down gently beside the troubled teen and pleaded. "We all have to work hard, try our best to help the Order....And you can take the revenge after that, okay?"
"After what?" Harry asked harshly, not looking at anything in particular.
"After... after He's gone." Hermione whispered uncertainly.
Harry let out a hollow laugh. "What if he won't?"
###End Flashback###
"Voldemort's planning something unpleasant again." Hermione sighed. "And this time, it involved the Malfoys, as far as I know."
"But Lucious Malfoy is still in Azkaban, he can't do a thing!" Ron frowned.
Hermione smiled bitterly. "No Ron he's out. Yes he's out!"
"What?!" This time, both Harry and Ron shouted in disbelief. "Escape the Azkaban? *Again*?!"
"Or if you want to doubt George and Fred's spying skill."
Harry suddenly had an urge to correct Hermione that it was Gred, not George, but resisted himself just in time.
Hermione leant forward and whispered "And there's already killings."
"Well we'll have to stop it, right?" Ron said loudly.
"How?" Hermione asked sharply. "We don't know a thing!"
"We DO know about that luscious Malfoy! He's involved, right?"
"What do you mean? Going up to him and ask 'Hello sweetie! Tell us, what are you up to?' ?" Harry joked dryly.
"No!" Clearly not getting the mocking tone, Ron shouted. "But we can ask Malfoy! That ferret!"
"Is he that thick?" Hermione sighed. "He got the best O.W.L. results next to me." Trying not to feel too satisfied with herself, Hermione turned whatever expression was on her face into a cough.
"It's because he was taking Obviously Wuss Level!" Ron grunted hotly. "That's easier to pass!"
Hermione opened her mouth, probably trying to launch another speech about the history of wuss in *high-pitched voice* [i]Wuss, A History[/i]. But exactly how many kinds of wuss there are, they never found out. For Harry, sensing the danger, cut in: "Anyway, Malfoy must've already known that we know his father was out. It would be such a big news and then he would be extra careful not to tell---"
"No he wouldn't." Hermione said. "This escaping was secret and no one would know about it."
"But---"
"AND I've convinced Malfoy that we didn't know by wishing his dady a happy holiday at Azkaban." Hermione finished triumphantly.
"Oh...oh good."
Tilting her head, Hermione added suddenly, "Oh yep! AND we might have balls this term!"
This time Harry looked ready to kill...
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Draco was left alone in the Prefect Compartment. Somehow, he always enjoyed the moments alone, thinking quietly in a corner. Draco was the center of everything in Slytherin, yet surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle, Maddy Pansy and all the screaming girls, Draco felt no existence of himself. Now he was left alone, thinking hard through the past vacation. There was simply too much waiting for this teen ahead in his uncertain future...
###Flashback###
"Why are you leaving AGAIN?" Draco shouted furiously. It was not that he really needed his parents, but every time they returned home, his parents looked grimmer than before. This. Was. Annoying.
"Voldemort's order, Draco, unavoidable." Lucious uttered. Narcissa had already vanished with a pop.
"But why do you have to go to that BLOODY wizard??? Any good?!" Draco spat out the words that nobody in the whole world would dare to use upon Voldemort. He didn't care.
Lucious sighed heavily. "It's time for you to learn something, Draco. You didn't experience the days when He was the strongest..." he sank into the armchair, as if sank into a bitter memory.
"So?!" Draco asked, feeling a strange excitement---he'd never heard Lucious speaking of the Dark Times.
"There was nothing you could trust, nowhere you could hide. At that time, Draco..." Lucious turned to his son, and looked into the same cold grey eyes of the young Malfoy. "Standing on His side and risking your life was the safest way to live in this world... Do you know why you were born?"
Draco shooked his head honestly.
"You are a born Death Eater. Born right in his inner-circle. He wanted to have a wizard he could totally depend on. And trust. The marriage between Narcissa and I was a planned one."
Draco felt as if he was thrown into Azkaban for 5,000 years, accused of skipping a breakfast.
"Why?"
"Because your mum and I have the special ability of concealing our mind and we have a complete control over our behavior, whatever situation---the ability He always desired...Even the Veritaserum Potion can not control us. Not a bit. But He needs help to achieve whatever He's be longing for. And no one can assure a success under the eye of that old twisted Dumbledore, except a Malfoy, since we don't *tell*. He needs a young and gifted Malfoy to do the work."
... ... ... ... ... ...
"So I am nothing but a tool of that d***ed old bat?" Draco whispered.
Lucious practically smiled. "No. No Draco even He can't control you. Your fate is up to yourself, for in the depth of you heart, there's something even He can not read... The gift of Malfoy might just be the bane of Lord Voldemort. You will be great on his side, but at a price only you yourself can tell."
"What's for lunch? I'm hungry." Draco asked in an unusually hight voice.
Lucious rised from his seat,"Think it over, Draco. There's no chance you can avoid the choice."
###End Flashback###
Draco sighed at his reflection on the window. He didn't like the thought of being a Death Eater the moment he was born. He didn't want to take orders and obey them. He didn't need to be instructed all through his life. That b*st*rd had to get out of his life! Draco heard footsteps along the corridor of the train, but now he seemed to be miles away from his school mates. The very thought of being a Death Eater chilled the bones of this young Malfoy. Simply for the sake of his ego, he wouldn't take this... But... But what about the concealing power he had? Why he didn't really sense their existence for a solid 15 years...
#*sigh* Thick...Hopeless...Stupid...# The annoying voiced sounded in his head.
Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Draco discovered the thoughts and feelings he had been able to conceal from the outside world, for that thank- god bloody Malfoy Gift was JUST that stupid nasty little voice in his head!
#Draco L. Malfoy! You Stink! # The voice shouted furiously. #It's your prob you can't control me!#
#Shut UP you!#
The footsteps were closer...
#Wha...#
"Drakey~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!" a horrible voice broke into the Prefect Compartment, and before Draco could shout the word "Help" he was already hanged by the Pansy-All-Powerful-Arms rope...
#Haha you deserve that one...# the little voice began singing cheerfully.
One day. Draco thought in despair. One day, I'll KILL THAT BLOODY VOICE!
END
A/N: okay this one is long and boring, but it did tell you something right? : ) So Draco wasn't being just a freak who talked to himself for no reason after all~~~ hope u enjoy it and plz R/R!!!!!!!!!! :P
Thanks to~~~
Wrapped in misery: Yep talks to himself, that Draco. You'll find out why now~~~:)
Rhiannon Ravenclaw: haha thanx! This chap isn't so fun, tho. But it doesn't make you think anymore~~~ lol I got all the thinking~~~
Soulda: thanx 'n Congratulations! Lol
Lady Jade Green: hhmmmmmm look this is what u've been waiting for~~~ sorry I'm not in a perfect mood, so this chap wasn't as good as I expected. Just think this might uncover a bit of the mist~~~
So guys, thanx soooo much for reviewing!!! I'd really love more suggestions or just tell me what you feel bout it, 'kay? : )
Chapter Three
Draco leant against the window of the Prefect Compartment, looking out into the gloomy sky. He was in the worst mood ever.
Everything went wrong from the very beginning...
First, Draco Malfoy, the Famous Adorable Aggressive Sexy Intelligent Charming Awes--- (A/N: *Cough*)---Er...alright...Draco Malfoy woke up this morning on an *arm-chair*!
#That's your own prob, Drac...#
#Shut up!#
Then, he found out that he forgot to bring his hair gel with him and that stupid Death Eater didn't even have one at home! It was 6:38:42 a.m. Sept. 1st when he found out the disaster, and Draco secretly made it the Shame Day of My Life. If that still didn't get the blond killed, then another event would surely get the job done: Breakfast without his favorite beautifully-cooked-with-the-most-elegant-dressing-ever-found-in-this- goodness-boring-world tuna. Isn't life a hell?
[i]Lucious would kill me if he saw me in this miserable state... [/i] Draco let out a hollow laugh, examining his reflection in the window of the Compartment. His blond hair hung loosely around. However hard he tried to stick them back to its usual position, countless locks still dropped stubbornly in front of his eyes. Draco thought hard, trying to wake up every tangle of his memory in search for a spell that girls often used to arrange their hair. Bad try. "Why girls can't just say that spell out loud enough for me to remember?!" The blond thought furiously. Draco reached for a particularly annoying lock of hair, trying at least to smooth it... ... ...
The door of the Prefect Compartment swung open, and a certain bushy-hair- bossy-cat someone walked in. Draco groaned. Why that old twisted maddie wizard made *her* a Prefect was going to be kept a mystery for this young Malfoy the rest of his life.
Hermione Granger spotted the blond and narrowed her eyes. She sank into a seat, making sure it was the farthest from the boy possible.
"I'm not an A-bomb, Granger." Draco remarked dryly. Somehow he felt he had to say something offensive, or he wasn't a Malfoy.
"Do you think loosening your hair can cover the fact, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped. "No it makes no difference. You still stink."
Draco nearly winced at the word "hair", but his Malfoy pride hold him still. "Speaking of stink, how come you ever know this word, Hermuddy? Must be working particularly hard, eh?" Draco frowned innocently.
Hermione bit her lips bitterly. This was it, another year of hell. "Like father like son." She muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, Draco caught the words. He glared sharply at the bushy hairball. "What?!"
Hermione winced a bit at this cold command. Now that with satisfaction, Draco saw that Hermione was at the edge of bursting into tears. "Wish your daddy a happy holiday in Azkaban!" Hermione whispered with hatred. She waited for the volcano to erupt, but it never did, for at that moment, the Ravenclaw Prefect strode in lazily.
"'ello." He smiled at both of them, unaware of the gunpowder all around the Compartment.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Prof McGonagall stepped into the Prefect Compartment with a roll of parchment. "The first year after Voldemort's---gasping filled the Compartment---return, Prefects are expected to work particularly hard especially to keep the friendship and cooperation among all Houses." Prof McGonagall cast a dark look at Hermione and Draco before continuing, "There will be, of course, no Tri-Wizards, but balls are expected somewhere around the middle of the term. Prefects of different Houses are to work in groups, so as to set an example for the students. In order to strengthen our inter- House friendship, each two Prefects from different Houses are to be grouped when on duty..................etc..."
Needless to say, Draco and Hermione were in one group, for the sake of the "inter-House friendship". Both of them sneered at the foolish idea, which is the only thing the two rivals had in common.
The moment Prof McGonagall finished, Hermione rushed out of the Prefect Compartment, not giving Draco any chance to erupt. Thirty seconds later, she dropped onto the seat beside Harry and locked the Compartment door.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
"That's the silly plan for this year." Hermione finished with a sigh. Ron looked extremely sympathetic, and Hermione looked ready to kill, so Harry changed the topic in a hurry. "So what about the Order? Any progress, 'mione?"
"Yea..." Hermione bit off the head of a chocolate frog thoughtfully. "Yep..."
###Flashback###
The door of Sirius Black's living room swung open. Harry Potter rushed in, looking a bit embarrassed since everyone else looked ready for some serious business. He hurried to a seat.
"Since the truth of Voldemort's return is finally accepted, we are offered more freedom to carry on our work." Dumbledore stood up from the far end of the table. "But we still have to be careful, especially after the grief death of one of our dearest members."
Long Silence.
Harry heard his heart beating fast... ... ... It was just so not right for such a good man to die. There are needless lives hanging around the world, busying themselves in business that simply doesn't matter. There are needless lives rushing here and there, covering half the sky with their thin but immense wings. Yet one soul...one precious soul was lost forever... ... ... this just wasn't right...
Harry soon lost himself in his usual miserable thoughts. The elegant yet sad movement of Sirius Black falling beyond reach was forever marked in this young Potter's memory. He couldn't think of anything else, he couldn't breath true air in this world agai------
"Harry!" Hermione and Ron looked into these deep green eyes filled with sorrow. "Hey Harry the meeting's over! You're to train yourself much harder from now on!"
"I am... ... What?" Harry woke up with a start.
"Harry, oh for God's sake forget it, Harry..." Hermione sat down gently beside the troubled teen and pleaded. "We all have to work hard, try our best to help the Order....And you can take the revenge after that, okay?"
"After what?" Harry asked harshly, not looking at anything in particular.
"After... after He's gone." Hermione whispered uncertainly.
Harry let out a hollow laugh. "What if he won't?"
###End Flashback###
"Voldemort's planning something unpleasant again." Hermione sighed. "And this time, it involved the Malfoys, as far as I know."
"But Lucious Malfoy is still in Azkaban, he can't do a thing!" Ron frowned.
Hermione smiled bitterly. "No Ron he's out. Yes he's out!"
"What?!" This time, both Harry and Ron shouted in disbelief. "Escape the Azkaban? *Again*?!"
"Or if you want to doubt George and Fred's spying skill."
Harry suddenly had an urge to correct Hermione that it was Gred, not George, but resisted himself just in time.
Hermione leant forward and whispered "And there's already killings."
"Well we'll have to stop it, right?" Ron said loudly.
"How?" Hermione asked sharply. "We don't know a thing!"
"We DO know about that luscious Malfoy! He's involved, right?"
"What do you mean? Going up to him and ask 'Hello sweetie! Tell us, what are you up to?' ?" Harry joked dryly.
"No!" Clearly not getting the mocking tone, Ron shouted. "But we can ask Malfoy! That ferret!"
"Is he that thick?" Hermione sighed. "He got the best O.W.L. results next to me." Trying not to feel too satisfied with herself, Hermione turned whatever expression was on her face into a cough.
"It's because he was taking Obviously Wuss Level!" Ron grunted hotly. "That's easier to pass!"
Hermione opened her mouth, probably trying to launch another speech about the history of wuss in *high-pitched voice* [i]Wuss, A History[/i]. But exactly how many kinds of wuss there are, they never found out. For Harry, sensing the danger, cut in: "Anyway, Malfoy must've already known that we know his father was out. It would be such a big news and then he would be extra careful not to tell---"
"No he wouldn't." Hermione said. "This escaping was secret and no one would know about it."
"But---"
"AND I've convinced Malfoy that we didn't know by wishing his dady a happy holiday at Azkaban." Hermione finished triumphantly.
"Oh...oh good."
Tilting her head, Hermione added suddenly, "Oh yep! AND we might have balls this term!"
This time Harry looked ready to kill...
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Draco was left alone in the Prefect Compartment. Somehow, he always enjoyed the moments alone, thinking quietly in a corner. Draco was the center of everything in Slytherin, yet surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle, Maddy Pansy and all the screaming girls, Draco felt no existence of himself. Now he was left alone, thinking hard through the past vacation. There was simply too much waiting for this teen ahead in his uncertain future...
###Flashback###
"Why are you leaving AGAIN?" Draco shouted furiously. It was not that he really needed his parents, but every time they returned home, his parents looked grimmer than before. This. Was. Annoying.
"Voldemort's order, Draco, unavoidable." Lucious uttered. Narcissa had already vanished with a pop.
"But why do you have to go to that BLOODY wizard??? Any good?!" Draco spat out the words that nobody in the whole world would dare to use upon Voldemort. He didn't care.
Lucious sighed heavily. "It's time for you to learn something, Draco. You didn't experience the days when He was the strongest..." he sank into the armchair, as if sank into a bitter memory.
"So?!" Draco asked, feeling a strange excitement---he'd never heard Lucious speaking of the Dark Times.
"There was nothing you could trust, nowhere you could hide. At that time, Draco..." Lucious turned to his son, and looked into the same cold grey eyes of the young Malfoy. "Standing on His side and risking your life was the safest way to live in this world... Do you know why you were born?"
Draco shooked his head honestly.
"You are a born Death Eater. Born right in his inner-circle. He wanted to have a wizard he could totally depend on. And trust. The marriage between Narcissa and I was a planned one."
Draco felt as if he was thrown into Azkaban for 5,000 years, accused of skipping a breakfast.
"Why?"
"Because your mum and I have the special ability of concealing our mind and we have a complete control over our behavior, whatever situation---the ability He always desired...Even the Veritaserum Potion can not control us. Not a bit. But He needs help to achieve whatever He's be longing for. And no one can assure a success under the eye of that old twisted Dumbledore, except a Malfoy, since we don't *tell*. He needs a young and gifted Malfoy to do the work."
... ... ... ... ... ...
"So I am nothing but a tool of that d***ed old bat?" Draco whispered.
Lucious practically smiled. "No. No Draco even He can't control you. Your fate is up to yourself, for in the depth of you heart, there's something even He can not read... The gift of Malfoy might just be the bane of Lord Voldemort. You will be great on his side, but at a price only you yourself can tell."
"What's for lunch? I'm hungry." Draco asked in an unusually hight voice.
Lucious rised from his seat,"Think it over, Draco. There's no chance you can avoid the choice."
###End Flashback###
Draco sighed at his reflection on the window. He didn't like the thought of being a Death Eater the moment he was born. He didn't want to take orders and obey them. He didn't need to be instructed all through his life. That b*st*rd had to get out of his life! Draco heard footsteps along the corridor of the train, but now he seemed to be miles away from his school mates. The very thought of being a Death Eater chilled the bones of this young Malfoy. Simply for the sake of his ego, he wouldn't take this... But... But what about the concealing power he had? Why he didn't really sense their existence for a solid 15 years...
#*sigh* Thick...Hopeless...Stupid...# The annoying voiced sounded in his head.
Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Draco discovered the thoughts and feelings he had been able to conceal from the outside world, for that thank- god bloody Malfoy Gift was JUST that stupid nasty little voice in his head!
#Draco L. Malfoy! You Stink! # The voice shouted furiously. #It's your prob you can't control me!#
#Shut UP you!#
The footsteps were closer...
#Wha...#
"Drakey~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!" a horrible voice broke into the Prefect Compartment, and before Draco could shout the word "Help" he was already hanged by the Pansy-All-Powerful-Arms rope...
#Haha you deserve that one...# the little voice began singing cheerfully.
One day. Draco thought in despair. One day, I'll KILL THAT BLOODY VOICE!
END
A/N: okay this one is long and boring, but it did tell you something right? : ) So Draco wasn't being just a freak who talked to himself for no reason after all~~~ hope u enjoy it and plz R/R!!!!!!!!!! :P