Title: The wrong hands?
Chapter: 2
Written on: 7th December 2002
Disclaimers: J.K.Rowling owns half of it, if not all.
(A/N: i've already got 10! but ill continue all the same because ive been told it sounds like a threat when i say 'gimme 10 reviews & i'll give a new chapter' infact it sounds a bit like bribery but ah well...)
Draco woke up at 10 am, but it didn't matter because it was a saturday, his favourite day. He changed into a pair of black trousers and put on the first shirt he found. It happened to be his grey short-sleeved shirt with a red chinese dragon on the back, he liked that shirt. He walked into breakfast 5 minutes later and headed towards the slytherin table. On his way to his familiar table he noticed Harry glaring at him, but instead of glaring back like he usually would've he just looked away and avoided the tall black haired boy's eyes and didn't even insult him once all the way through breakfast. When he finished eating, Draco picked up his usual bulging parcel full of wizarding sweets and walked out of the hall without so much as a flicker towards Harry.
'I wonder if he's noticed his diary's missing.' Draco thought on his way back to the Slytherin common room. He came to a halt at the familiar solid stone wall and said, 'parseltongue'. The wall slid open to reveal the familiar green and silver surroundings of the Slytherin common room, Draco didn't hang about with his friends he just went straight up to his four poster and drew the curtains tightly as he had the night before and took out the familiar blue leather bound book and started to turn the pages to where he left off.
8th November 1998
It's still no better, everyone's still saying it was me. I bet Malfoy's got something to do with this! The way he said 'You'll be next Mudbloods,' on halloween. I hate him, he always has to wreck my day somehow, today he tripped me up and i went flying, I just walked off like I always do. Why am I such a coward? I could probably break his nose if i really tried. This may sound stupid, I won't hit Malfoy back because I think there maybe atleast some chance of us calling this a truce. If i do beat him up then I don't think there would be a chance because he holds grudges. I was thinking of maybe going up to him and saying something, but every time i even get a glimpse of him he says something horrible. Why did i ever turn down his offer of friendship in 1st year? I hate how he always argues with me and how I always get the blame, it's just stupid.
Harry
'Damn me!' Draco muttered aloud.
'If you really want me to!' Crabbe said while he struggled to pull back the curtains, giving Draco enough time to slip the book under his pillow. 'Damn the curtains not you!' Draco pulled them back in a second. 'Ohhhh! Now i get it! You pull them from the side not the middle!' Crabbe burst out laughing, Draco just stared at him in his usual could-you-get-any- stupider look.
'What do you want?' Draco asked moodily.
'I want to know if you wanna come sabo-, wreck the Gryffindor quidditch practice.' Crabbe replied.
'You're right Crabbe!' Draco smiled slyly.
'I am? Really! WOW! I'm right!' Crabbe said supprisedly.
'Yes, you're right about sabotage being too long a word for you.' Draco waited for his oversized friend to figure out what he meant.
'What's sabotage mean?' Crabbe said stupidly.
'You only tried to use it a minute ago. It means 'to wreck something on purpose'. I've said that in a language you might understand. I didn't think you'd understand 'to deliberately destroy or disrupt someone.' A mile too far out of your league.' Draco explained.
'You what?' A very confused crabbe asked.
'Just get lost, go and do something. But DO NOT wreck the Gryffindor practice on purpose ok?' Draco realised what he had said. 'I don't want them to be too easy on saturday.' Draco covered up his mistake and sent Crabbe on his way. As soon as he was gone, Draco shut the curtains again and took out the book and continued to read, still skipping a few pages here and there.
25th December 1998
We made it! The polyjuice potion! It was a horrible greeny-brown colour and tasted worse than it looked. I had to become Goyle and Ron was Crabbe. Hermione figured it would be better to interogate Malfoy if we were Crabbe and Goyle because their his best friends, he'd tell them anything! ['not quite' Draco mumbled 'their not really that good.'] So Hermione put some sleeping potion into two cakes and put them on the banisters of the stairs, and the stupid gits ate them! We nicked their shoes and some hair then we locked them in a cupboard. Then we went to find Hermione and we added the hairs in the potion, Hermione's went a bit wrong so we went alone, we saw Malfoy coming out of their common room then we went in, their password was 'pure blood'. We asked him if he knew anything and he said it wasn't him, then he was calling me and Ron stuff behind our backs, Ron was getting ready to smash his face in but then we started changing back so we scarpered. I couldn't see half way up the stairs so i almost fell down them, it's weird when you're someone else because you get their quality of sight too. Malfoy treats them really bad! It's like they're not his best friends at all, almost as if he doesn't like them. Maybe he just hasn't got any proper friends like i've got Ron and Herm. ['You don't know how right you are.' Draco thought depressedly.] But I wouldn't know, he hates me, he always has, or atleast since i turned his offer down. ['You're wrong, i WAS jealous, i wanted to be your friend because i'm surrounded by people who couldn't befriend themselves if they tried.' Draco thought.] I'm so stupid! Why did i have to turn him down? I quit! ['because i was being a spoilt little git and was calling Ron names & stuff, i guess he was your first friend so you didn't like it. if only i could tell you this myself instead of stupid Slytherin pride! God i'm gunna tell him this instead of thinking it to a diary, how stupid does that sound?' Draco thought.] I'm going to sleep now.
Harry
'I'll go to the Quidditch gounds.' Draco thought. He got up, put the diary in his pocket and made his way over to the grounds. Ron and Hermione were sitting in the stands when he got there.
'What do you want?' Ron said, his voice dripping with disgust.
'A word with Harry.' Draco replied innocently.
'Since when was he 'Harry' and not 'Potter' to you?' Ron asked suspiciously.
'Since i'm being civilised.' Draco replied, he didn't even glare or use a hint of sarcasm.
'Well wait until he's finished, try anything and you'll be piled by the whole team.' Ron sat back down and told Hermione what had happened. She eyed him suspiciously.
When they stopped practising Harry came over. 'What are you doing here?' He asked Draco.
(A/N: just thought i'd leave it here :oP toodles till tomorrow!)
(A/N: i've already got 10! but ill continue all the same because ive been told it sounds like a threat when i say 'gimme 10 reviews & i'll give a new chapter' infact it sounds a bit like bribery but ah well...)
Draco woke up at 10 am, but it didn't matter because it was a saturday, his favourite day. He changed into a pair of black trousers and put on the first shirt he found. It happened to be his grey short-sleeved shirt with a red chinese dragon on the back, he liked that shirt. He walked into breakfast 5 minutes later and headed towards the slytherin table. On his way to his familiar table he noticed Harry glaring at him, but instead of glaring back like he usually would've he just looked away and avoided the tall black haired boy's eyes and didn't even insult him once all the way through breakfast. When he finished eating, Draco picked up his usual bulging parcel full of wizarding sweets and walked out of the hall without so much as a flicker towards Harry.
'I wonder if he's noticed his diary's missing.' Draco thought on his way back to the Slytherin common room. He came to a halt at the familiar solid stone wall and said, 'parseltongue'. The wall slid open to reveal the familiar green and silver surroundings of the Slytherin common room, Draco didn't hang about with his friends he just went straight up to his four poster and drew the curtains tightly as he had the night before and took out the familiar blue leather bound book and started to turn the pages to where he left off.
8th November 1998
It's still no better, everyone's still saying it was me. I bet Malfoy's got something to do with this! The way he said 'You'll be next Mudbloods,' on halloween. I hate him, he always has to wreck my day somehow, today he tripped me up and i went flying, I just walked off like I always do. Why am I such a coward? I could probably break his nose if i really tried. This may sound stupid, I won't hit Malfoy back because I think there maybe atleast some chance of us calling this a truce. If i do beat him up then I don't think there would be a chance because he holds grudges. I was thinking of maybe going up to him and saying something, but every time i even get a glimpse of him he says something horrible. Why did i ever turn down his offer of friendship in 1st year? I hate how he always argues with me and how I always get the blame, it's just stupid.
Harry
'Damn me!' Draco muttered aloud.
'If you really want me to!' Crabbe said while he struggled to pull back the curtains, giving Draco enough time to slip the book under his pillow. 'Damn the curtains not you!' Draco pulled them back in a second. 'Ohhhh! Now i get it! You pull them from the side not the middle!' Crabbe burst out laughing, Draco just stared at him in his usual could-you-get-any- stupider look.
'What do you want?' Draco asked moodily.
'I want to know if you wanna come sabo-, wreck the Gryffindor quidditch practice.' Crabbe replied.
'You're right Crabbe!' Draco smiled slyly.
'I am? Really! WOW! I'm right!' Crabbe said supprisedly.
'Yes, you're right about sabotage being too long a word for you.' Draco waited for his oversized friend to figure out what he meant.
'What's sabotage mean?' Crabbe said stupidly.
'You only tried to use it a minute ago. It means 'to wreck something on purpose'. I've said that in a language you might understand. I didn't think you'd understand 'to deliberately destroy or disrupt someone.' A mile too far out of your league.' Draco explained.
'You what?' A very confused crabbe asked.
'Just get lost, go and do something. But DO NOT wreck the Gryffindor practice on purpose ok?' Draco realised what he had said. 'I don't want them to be too easy on saturday.' Draco covered up his mistake and sent Crabbe on his way. As soon as he was gone, Draco shut the curtains again and took out the book and continued to read, still skipping a few pages here and there.
25th December 1998
We made it! The polyjuice potion! It was a horrible greeny-brown colour and tasted worse than it looked. I had to become Goyle and Ron was Crabbe. Hermione figured it would be better to interogate Malfoy if we were Crabbe and Goyle because their his best friends, he'd tell them anything! ['not quite' Draco mumbled 'their not really that good.'] So Hermione put some sleeping potion into two cakes and put them on the banisters of the stairs, and the stupid gits ate them! We nicked their shoes and some hair then we locked them in a cupboard. Then we went to find Hermione and we added the hairs in the potion, Hermione's went a bit wrong so we went alone, we saw Malfoy coming out of their common room then we went in, their password was 'pure blood'. We asked him if he knew anything and he said it wasn't him, then he was calling me and Ron stuff behind our backs, Ron was getting ready to smash his face in but then we started changing back so we scarpered. I couldn't see half way up the stairs so i almost fell down them, it's weird when you're someone else because you get their quality of sight too. Malfoy treats them really bad! It's like they're not his best friends at all, almost as if he doesn't like them. Maybe he just hasn't got any proper friends like i've got Ron and Herm. ['You don't know how right you are.' Draco thought depressedly.] But I wouldn't know, he hates me, he always has, or atleast since i turned his offer down. ['You're wrong, i WAS jealous, i wanted to be your friend because i'm surrounded by people who couldn't befriend themselves if they tried.' Draco thought.] I'm so stupid! Why did i have to turn him down? I quit! ['because i was being a spoilt little git and was calling Ron names & stuff, i guess he was your first friend so you didn't like it. if only i could tell you this myself instead of stupid Slytherin pride! God i'm gunna tell him this instead of thinking it to a diary, how stupid does that sound?' Draco thought.] I'm going to sleep now.
Harry
'I'll go to the Quidditch gounds.' Draco thought. He got up, put the diary in his pocket and made his way over to the grounds. Ron and Hermione were sitting in the stands when he got there.
'What do you want?' Ron said, his voice dripping with disgust.
'A word with Harry.' Draco replied innocently.
'Since when was he 'Harry' and not 'Potter' to you?' Ron asked suspiciously.
'Since i'm being civilised.' Draco replied, he didn't even glare or use a hint of sarcasm.
'Well wait until he's finished, try anything and you'll be piled by the whole team.' Ron sat back down and told Hermione what had happened. She eyed him suspiciously.
When they stopped practising Harry came over. 'What are you doing here?' He asked Draco.
(A/N: just thought i'd leave it here :oP toodles till tomorrow!)