A/N Hey guys! Sorry the story is going really slow but this is my first
fanfiction. I hope to get more into the "good stuff" soon! Thanks for the
reviews and keep them coming!! Thanks!!
Chapter 4
People were bustling busily around the train station, calling to each other and making sure they had all their belongings. Draco stared around at the familiar station and watched all the little first years running around excitedly. He boarded the train and found a back carriage, which was empty. He sat down next to the window and stared out of it, his mind so far away.
"Draco?" Came a deep grunt.
Draco snapped out of his reverie and looked up.
Crabbe and Goyle had entered and sat themselves opposite Draco.
"What's up with you?" Crabbe asked.
"Nothing." Draco answered, he wasn't going to tell his deepest thoughts to these two oafs.
"We can tell there's something wrong," Goyle said, "We're not stupid, we can see your black eye."
Draco raised an eyebrow and stared at the two boys.
"My appearance has nothing to do with you." Said Draco.
Just then the train jolted and started moving forward, gaining speed as they left the station. Draco watched all the parents waving their children off and wished for once that his mother was amongst them.
Crabbe and Goyle gave up trying to communicate with Draco and left the carriage mumbling something about being hungry. Soon after they left, the door of Draco's carriage slid open and three familiar faces appeared.
"Oh, it's just Malfoy," came Harry's voice. "I thought it was going to be someone interesting."
Draco looked at Harry with nothing more than loathing plastered on his face.
"Piss off Potter." He spat.
"Ooh, did I upset poor little Drakie." Potter mocked. "You gonna run off and tell daddy dearest, so he can send the big nasty scary Death Eaters on poor little Hawwy?"
"Fuck off Potter." Draco seethed.
"Harry." Came Hermione's voice of reason. "Don't give Malfoy another reason to be horrible to you."
"Like it's going to make any difference," said Harry, "He'll be horrible to me anyway. I just thought I'd get in first."
"Shut up you two." Said Ron. "Let's leave before someone gets cursed."
Too late. Draco had jumped up and had his wand pointed steadily at Harry's chest.
"Ohh, did daddy dearest teach little Drakie to perform the scary 'avara kadavra' curse?" Harry mocked, not caring that his life was in mortal danger.
"Crucio" Draco muttered.
Harry was sent to the floor of the train and he started twitching. He was screaming, his lungs heaving against his chest, searching desperately for oxygen. The pain exploding through his body like hot fire, his limbs burning, he couldn't think of anything but that his body was being torn apart like a rag.
"Stop it," yelled Hermione, running over to Malfoy. "just stop it." Tears were welling in her brown eyes.
"Don't come any closer Mudblood," Draco threatened, pointing his wand at Hermione, making sure he kept Harry on the ground.
"Ron!" yelled Hermione. "help me!" She looked at Ron, desperation on her face. "Why are you just standing there?"
Ron had kept strangely quiet the whole time. He didn't want to get involved. Harry and Hermione didn't know about him and Draco yet, and he wanted to keep it that way. Anyway, he wasn't even sure that Draco still liked him in that way, considering he hadn't answered any of his letters, the entire holidays.
"Dra...Malfoy." Ron corrected himself. "Stop it."
Draco looked at Ron and with a sigh lifted his wand. Harry stopped twitching and just lay there. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and he was panting.
"Harry!" cried Hermione and she bent down, cradling Harry's limp head in her arms. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah." Harry muttered, struggling to sit up.
Hermione helped him to his feet. And together they stared at Draco. "Come on," Hermione said.
Harry and Hermione left. Ron stared at Draco for a few seconds then followed suit, leaving Draco alone.
It was a few hours after that the train rattled into Hogsmeade station. The students filed off the train and made their various ways up to the castle. Draco, like all the other seventh years chose to take the carriages pulled by invisible creatures. He was one of the unlucky people who could actually see the beasts, because obviously Draco had seen plenty of people being killed. The sorting ceremony took place as usual and Draco welcomed the new Slytherins. Dumbledore made his usual speech and as usual, Draco didn't listen to a word the old man had to say. His mind was across the room sitting next to Ron at the Gryffindor table, watching Ron as he ate his sixth chicken wing. The way he tore at like a wild animal was beginning to make Draco feel flustered. "Draco!" a high pitched voice came from behind him. He turned around to face Pansy Parkinson. Her pale face blushing with obvious sexual tension. "How was your holiday?" she asked, not really caring, but making sure she got his attention. "Yeah, um, good." Draco lied. "Yours?" "Oh, I had a great holiday, we went to Germany. It was so amazing there. I went shopping so much..." Pansy rambled on. Draco didn't give a flying Hippogriff what she was saying. All he cared about was having Ron in his arms again. To feel his warmth against him, to feel his love, the only love that Draco ever received. Draco snapped out of his daydream and left the Great Hall. He had a letter to write.
Chapter 4
People were bustling busily around the train station, calling to each other and making sure they had all their belongings. Draco stared around at the familiar station and watched all the little first years running around excitedly. He boarded the train and found a back carriage, which was empty. He sat down next to the window and stared out of it, his mind so far away.
"Draco?" Came a deep grunt.
Draco snapped out of his reverie and looked up.
Crabbe and Goyle had entered and sat themselves opposite Draco.
"What's up with you?" Crabbe asked.
"Nothing." Draco answered, he wasn't going to tell his deepest thoughts to these two oafs.
"We can tell there's something wrong," Goyle said, "We're not stupid, we can see your black eye."
Draco raised an eyebrow and stared at the two boys.
"My appearance has nothing to do with you." Said Draco.
Just then the train jolted and started moving forward, gaining speed as they left the station. Draco watched all the parents waving their children off and wished for once that his mother was amongst them.
Crabbe and Goyle gave up trying to communicate with Draco and left the carriage mumbling something about being hungry. Soon after they left, the door of Draco's carriage slid open and three familiar faces appeared.
"Oh, it's just Malfoy," came Harry's voice. "I thought it was going to be someone interesting."
Draco looked at Harry with nothing more than loathing plastered on his face.
"Piss off Potter." He spat.
"Ooh, did I upset poor little Drakie." Potter mocked. "You gonna run off and tell daddy dearest, so he can send the big nasty scary Death Eaters on poor little Hawwy?"
"Fuck off Potter." Draco seethed.
"Harry." Came Hermione's voice of reason. "Don't give Malfoy another reason to be horrible to you."
"Like it's going to make any difference," said Harry, "He'll be horrible to me anyway. I just thought I'd get in first."
"Shut up you two." Said Ron. "Let's leave before someone gets cursed."
Too late. Draco had jumped up and had his wand pointed steadily at Harry's chest.
"Ohh, did daddy dearest teach little Drakie to perform the scary 'avara kadavra' curse?" Harry mocked, not caring that his life was in mortal danger.
"Crucio" Draco muttered.
Harry was sent to the floor of the train and he started twitching. He was screaming, his lungs heaving against his chest, searching desperately for oxygen. The pain exploding through his body like hot fire, his limbs burning, he couldn't think of anything but that his body was being torn apart like a rag.
"Stop it," yelled Hermione, running over to Malfoy. "just stop it." Tears were welling in her brown eyes.
"Don't come any closer Mudblood," Draco threatened, pointing his wand at Hermione, making sure he kept Harry on the ground.
"Ron!" yelled Hermione. "help me!" She looked at Ron, desperation on her face. "Why are you just standing there?"
Ron had kept strangely quiet the whole time. He didn't want to get involved. Harry and Hermione didn't know about him and Draco yet, and he wanted to keep it that way. Anyway, he wasn't even sure that Draco still liked him in that way, considering he hadn't answered any of his letters, the entire holidays.
"Dra...Malfoy." Ron corrected himself. "Stop it."
Draco looked at Ron and with a sigh lifted his wand. Harry stopped twitching and just lay there. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and he was panting.
"Harry!" cried Hermione and she bent down, cradling Harry's limp head in her arms. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah." Harry muttered, struggling to sit up.
Hermione helped him to his feet. And together they stared at Draco. "Come on," Hermione said.
Harry and Hermione left. Ron stared at Draco for a few seconds then followed suit, leaving Draco alone.
It was a few hours after that the train rattled into Hogsmeade station. The students filed off the train and made their various ways up to the castle. Draco, like all the other seventh years chose to take the carriages pulled by invisible creatures. He was one of the unlucky people who could actually see the beasts, because obviously Draco had seen plenty of people being killed. The sorting ceremony took place as usual and Draco welcomed the new Slytherins. Dumbledore made his usual speech and as usual, Draco didn't listen to a word the old man had to say. His mind was across the room sitting next to Ron at the Gryffindor table, watching Ron as he ate his sixth chicken wing. The way he tore at like a wild animal was beginning to make Draco feel flustered. "Draco!" a high pitched voice came from behind him. He turned around to face Pansy Parkinson. Her pale face blushing with obvious sexual tension. "How was your holiday?" she asked, not really caring, but making sure she got his attention. "Yeah, um, good." Draco lied. "Yours?" "Oh, I had a great holiday, we went to Germany. It was so amazing there. I went shopping so much..." Pansy rambled on. Draco didn't give a flying Hippogriff what she was saying. All he cared about was having Ron in his arms again. To feel his warmth against him, to feel his love, the only love that Draco ever received. Draco snapped out of his daydream and left the Great Hall. He had a letter to write.