"Blackbird"
Chapter 3
"WHAT was that about?" Professor Snape had just opened the door to his office in the dungeons. He gestured for Draco to take a seat across from him. Draco unwillingly did so.
"Well, sir, I thought Granger did a good job clearing that up." Draco hated Snape probably more than any other person on the planet. 'WHY did HE have to be Head of Slytherin?' Draco thought. 'Anybody else, but him.'
"Don't be smart with me, Malfoy. Your father will also hear of this. Now how, may I ask, are you going to be a successful Death Eater if you are found in the morning with a mudblood in your arms?" He glared unblinkingly at Draco. Draco could do nothing but glare back with hate.
"Perhaps, Professor, you misjudged the situation." Draco was so filled with anger that it took a great effort to get these few words out. "AND, what makes you think I would go NEAR that group of pigs you call fellow officers, those Death Eaters?" He said these words with disgust and mistrust for the Death Eaters, slobs that they all were.
"Watch your words, Malfoy. You WILL regret them, I assure you." Snape flicked his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at Draco's throat menacingly. Slowly he drew back, his wand still aimed steadily at Draco. Draco didn't move. 'The bastard's totally insane.' He thought. 'I am in such big shit now.'
Snape looked at Draco, pure insanity and coldness in his eyes. "Take them back. Take back what you said about the Dark Lord's supporters."
'This is a sickness. All this crap about the Dark Lord being like a god, or something.' Draco thought to himself. "No, I'm not taking them back and as for the Dark Lord, well he can kiss my ass!" Draco seethed.
This was the last straw for Snape. He flicked his wand at Draco's inner forearm and muttered under his breath.
Instantly, Draco felt a searing hot pain in his arm. 'FUCK that hurts like hell!' he thought. He closed his eyes in pain, waiting for the burning to stop, for it all to end. He grabbed Snape's wand arm with his other hand and, with much effort, snapped Snape's wand against his own desk. Immediately, the pain in is arm faded away, and he looked to see the small black mark of a snake there, a small reminder of this day in years to come.
Snape grabbed at Draco's robes, and Draco, surprised, slipped to the floor. He reached in his pockets, but found no wand there. With horror, Draco saw Snape laughing insanely above him, now Draco's own wand was pointed at him. 'Bloody hell.' thought Draco. 'The lunatic is actually going to kill me.'
Snape raised the wand, closing his eyes and saying, "I told you you'd regret those words, Malfoy. You just didn't realize how SOON you would regret them." He laughed menacingly again. "Avada Ked-" but he didn't finish his curse before Draco smashed a bottle of some gooey green liquid over his head. Snape lay motionless on the floor while Draco picked up his wand and wiped the green goop on Snape's robes. "Fuck, the bastard was really going to kill me."
He sped out of the office quickly, headed to his dormitory before a teacher could see the mess he had created. He looked out one of the windows on the way. It was dark out now. Apparently, he and Granger had slept until the late afternoon. Oh, well. All the better.
"Stag." Draco said as he entered his common room to find Hermione reading on the sofa. She looked up when he came in.
"Malfoy! Fuck, what happened to you?" Hermione asked, looking from his torn robes to the green glop all over him.
"Forget it. I'm going to my room, and please don't disturb me." Draco said before charging up the stairs and out of sight. Confused, Hermione sat down on the sofa again, but put her book on the table. After a minute or so, she heard a string of cusswords from Draco's bedroom.
"Malfoy?" She asked as she ran up the stairs.
"Go away, Granger!"
"No! What are you doing? What was that crap on your robes? What about professor Snape?" Hermione shouted through the door.
"Who gives a damn about what happens to him?" Draco said a little too quickly.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" Hermione shouted stubbornly.
Slowly, Draco cracked open the door slightly, so that Hermione could not see in his room. "WHY do you care?"
"I don't know!" Hermione noticed Draco had changed out of his Hogwarts robes into robes a deep shade of gray.
"Well, then. Problem solved." He started to close the door again, but Hermione quickly shoved her weight against it. She accidentally hit Draco with the door.
"Ow!" He moaned, messaging his nose. "Why do people find it necessary to try and kill me, today?" He muttered.
"Sorry." said Hermione. She took a look around his room and saw some of his clothes shoved in a bag on the bad, along with a heap of wizarding money. "Planning on going somewhere?"
"None of your business, Granger. Get out."
"NO! Tell me what you're doing!"
"And WHY would I do that?"
"Because, because..." Hermione stopped. She didn't know what Malfoy was doing, or why she even cared. 'I should leave him be.' she thought logically to herself. However, just as she was about to leave, Draco shut his door closed and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw Hermione looking curiously at him, and he told her. He told her about his meeting with Snape, what he had done to Snape and why he must leave.
"My father will have my head!" He said. "I not only practically killed a Death Eater, but I also insulted the Dark Lord. He WILL kill me. His love for me, if he ever had any, will not extend far enough for him to let me live my life in peace. And even if HE did," he continued, "Voldemort would have me killed for sure." Hermione looked into Draco's eyes, and saw that he was not scared, but determined, and decided on what he was to do.
Hermione, after slight hesitation, grabbed Draco by the sleeve of his robe and jerked her head toward the door. "Get over here, Malfoy. We're going to Dumbledore."
AN: Right, then, that's chapter 3! Preview for next chapter: At dumbledore's office, he gives them instructions on how to save Draco's life. (Dun, dun, dun) Anyway, coming up, in chapter 4!
Chapter 3
"WHAT was that about?" Professor Snape had just opened the door to his office in the dungeons. He gestured for Draco to take a seat across from him. Draco unwillingly did so.
"Well, sir, I thought Granger did a good job clearing that up." Draco hated Snape probably more than any other person on the planet. 'WHY did HE have to be Head of Slytherin?' Draco thought. 'Anybody else, but him.'
"Don't be smart with me, Malfoy. Your father will also hear of this. Now how, may I ask, are you going to be a successful Death Eater if you are found in the morning with a mudblood in your arms?" He glared unblinkingly at Draco. Draco could do nothing but glare back with hate.
"Perhaps, Professor, you misjudged the situation." Draco was so filled with anger that it took a great effort to get these few words out. "AND, what makes you think I would go NEAR that group of pigs you call fellow officers, those Death Eaters?" He said these words with disgust and mistrust for the Death Eaters, slobs that they all were.
"Watch your words, Malfoy. You WILL regret them, I assure you." Snape flicked his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at Draco's throat menacingly. Slowly he drew back, his wand still aimed steadily at Draco. Draco didn't move. 'The bastard's totally insane.' He thought. 'I am in such big shit now.'
Snape looked at Draco, pure insanity and coldness in his eyes. "Take them back. Take back what you said about the Dark Lord's supporters."
'This is a sickness. All this crap about the Dark Lord being like a god, or something.' Draco thought to himself. "No, I'm not taking them back and as for the Dark Lord, well he can kiss my ass!" Draco seethed.
This was the last straw for Snape. He flicked his wand at Draco's inner forearm and muttered under his breath.
Instantly, Draco felt a searing hot pain in his arm. 'FUCK that hurts like hell!' he thought. He closed his eyes in pain, waiting for the burning to stop, for it all to end. He grabbed Snape's wand arm with his other hand and, with much effort, snapped Snape's wand against his own desk. Immediately, the pain in is arm faded away, and he looked to see the small black mark of a snake there, a small reminder of this day in years to come.
Snape grabbed at Draco's robes, and Draco, surprised, slipped to the floor. He reached in his pockets, but found no wand there. With horror, Draco saw Snape laughing insanely above him, now Draco's own wand was pointed at him. 'Bloody hell.' thought Draco. 'The lunatic is actually going to kill me.'
Snape raised the wand, closing his eyes and saying, "I told you you'd regret those words, Malfoy. You just didn't realize how SOON you would regret them." He laughed menacingly again. "Avada Ked-" but he didn't finish his curse before Draco smashed a bottle of some gooey green liquid over his head. Snape lay motionless on the floor while Draco picked up his wand and wiped the green goop on Snape's robes. "Fuck, the bastard was really going to kill me."
He sped out of the office quickly, headed to his dormitory before a teacher could see the mess he had created. He looked out one of the windows on the way. It was dark out now. Apparently, he and Granger had slept until the late afternoon. Oh, well. All the better.
"Stag." Draco said as he entered his common room to find Hermione reading on the sofa. She looked up when he came in.
"Malfoy! Fuck, what happened to you?" Hermione asked, looking from his torn robes to the green glop all over him.
"Forget it. I'm going to my room, and please don't disturb me." Draco said before charging up the stairs and out of sight. Confused, Hermione sat down on the sofa again, but put her book on the table. After a minute or so, she heard a string of cusswords from Draco's bedroom.
"Malfoy?" She asked as she ran up the stairs.
"Go away, Granger!"
"No! What are you doing? What was that crap on your robes? What about professor Snape?" Hermione shouted through the door.
"Who gives a damn about what happens to him?" Draco said a little too quickly.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" Hermione shouted stubbornly.
Slowly, Draco cracked open the door slightly, so that Hermione could not see in his room. "WHY do you care?"
"I don't know!" Hermione noticed Draco had changed out of his Hogwarts robes into robes a deep shade of gray.
"Well, then. Problem solved." He started to close the door again, but Hermione quickly shoved her weight against it. She accidentally hit Draco with the door.
"Ow!" He moaned, messaging his nose. "Why do people find it necessary to try and kill me, today?" He muttered.
"Sorry." said Hermione. She took a look around his room and saw some of his clothes shoved in a bag on the bad, along with a heap of wizarding money. "Planning on going somewhere?"
"None of your business, Granger. Get out."
"NO! Tell me what you're doing!"
"And WHY would I do that?"
"Because, because..." Hermione stopped. She didn't know what Malfoy was doing, or why she even cared. 'I should leave him be.' she thought logically to herself. However, just as she was about to leave, Draco shut his door closed and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw Hermione looking curiously at him, and he told her. He told her about his meeting with Snape, what he had done to Snape and why he must leave.
"My father will have my head!" He said. "I not only practically killed a Death Eater, but I also insulted the Dark Lord. He WILL kill me. His love for me, if he ever had any, will not extend far enough for him to let me live my life in peace. And even if HE did," he continued, "Voldemort would have me killed for sure." Hermione looked into Draco's eyes, and saw that he was not scared, but determined, and decided on what he was to do.
Hermione, after slight hesitation, grabbed Draco by the sleeve of his robe and jerked her head toward the door. "Get over here, Malfoy. We're going to Dumbledore."
AN: Right, then, that's chapter 3! Preview for next chapter: At dumbledore's office, he gives them instructions on how to save Draco's life. (Dun, dun, dun) Anyway, coming up, in chapter 4!