"You look wonderful, Drakkie!"
Draco wanted to rush to his room and lock the door fifty times. He had just gotten back from hell... er, Diagon Alley with his father. First, his father dropped by a pub at Knockturn Alley, one of Draco's least-favourite places, mind you, to get some booze. Maybe it was better that way; Draco could probably escape a beating if his father was drunk. Next They shopped for a wand. Draco's was long and black, about 11' and sleek. It contained a dragon's heartstring. The wand was instantly one of Draco's most favored possessions.
Then, his father dropped him off at the robe store, while Lucius went off for more supplies. Draco didn't much like the robes, but he (a bit embarassedly) kind of liked the way he looked in the black garments.
As he was admiring himself, who was to walk in the shoppe but Harry Potter himself!
Draco recognized him right away. You'd have to be brain dead not to. Harry Potter looked a little scared, so Draco thought he might ease some of his tension by starting a conversation with him.
Draco talked about his parents and hoping to be accepted to Slytherin. The more he said to Potter, the more distaste filled Potter's long face. 'What did I say?' Draco wondered. He soon left the place, bewildered at how hard it was to make friends with magic celebrities. 'What a jerk,' Draco thought to himself. 'Hero my ass.'
By the time Lucius and Draco got home, Lucius was so completely drunk that he could hardly stand. Narcissa sat him down on the sofa with some black coffee, which he didn't even have time to take a sip of before he passed out. "Show me how you look in your robes!" she demanded, smiling. So Draco did.
Of course, she ranted on how stunningly handsome he looked. "You have to say that, you 're my mother," he told her. She just laughed. "If you want to see Miss Granger today, I suggest you leave while your father's dead to the world. I'll cover for you if he wakes up." Draco kissed his mother's cheek, once again admiring her bravery.
"Good afternoon, Mister Malfoy," Mrs. Granger greeted Draco cheerfully as he entered the Granger household. "Would you like a cookie?" Draco accepted, and took a bite of the gooey chocolate chip treat. "Mmm, these are tasty!" he complimented her. She giggled. "Well, that's good. You're my first tester. You don't have to be magic to be good in the kitchen."
Draco nodded. "Where's Hermione?" he wondered aloud. "She's in her bedroom, trying on her robes. I must say you do look mysterious in that robe." He grinned, and walked up to Hermione's room.
Draco rapped lightly on the door. He didn't want to walk in on Hermione or anything. "Come in," he heard her voice say. He slowly entered the room.
"Mom I-" Hermione began, spinning around. She stopped as she say Draco looking at her. "Oh, hello, Draco," she said, a little embarassed. "That robe looks... nice on you, Hermione," Draco told her quietly. "Same to you," she replied. They just stood there, taking a good look at each other.
*********************
Draco had impatiently awaited the day he could leave his overbearing father for a whole year. "Draco, I have cut a deal with many of the staff members and students who will see to it that you and Hermione don't spend a second together the entire time you're at school. Is that perfectly understood?"
Draco's face fell. His world came crashing down on him so suddenly it made his head spin. He could do nothing but nod dazedly at his father.
"Your mother, however, would not hear of you leaving Hermione without so much as a private farewell. So go on. And don't try anything."
Draco was grateful. He ran over to Hermione. "'Mione, there isn't much time. My father has seen to it that we won't be friends during school." Hermione looked at him. He could see tears in her eyes, shooting away her formerly smiling face. "What?"
"But," Draco continued, "I would never allow that. We will put up an act. We can meet in the library and on the grounds and whatnot. That is, if you're willing to go out of your way to keep this... relationship going." Both were suprised by Draco's choice of words. "Of course I am, Draco," she said, touching his arm with her pixiesh fingers. "You're the best friend I ever had." Draco reached over and hugged her. "I will miss you, Hermione."
"I'll miss you too, Draco."
They boarded the train seperately.
Draco wanted to rush to his room and lock the door fifty times. He had just gotten back from hell... er, Diagon Alley with his father. First, his father dropped by a pub at Knockturn Alley, one of Draco's least-favourite places, mind you, to get some booze. Maybe it was better that way; Draco could probably escape a beating if his father was drunk. Next They shopped for a wand. Draco's was long and black, about 11' and sleek. It contained a dragon's heartstring. The wand was instantly one of Draco's most favored possessions.
Then, his father dropped him off at the robe store, while Lucius went off for more supplies. Draco didn't much like the robes, but he (a bit embarassedly) kind of liked the way he looked in the black garments.
As he was admiring himself, who was to walk in the shoppe but Harry Potter himself!
Draco recognized him right away. You'd have to be brain dead not to. Harry Potter looked a little scared, so Draco thought he might ease some of his tension by starting a conversation with him.
Draco talked about his parents and hoping to be accepted to Slytherin. The more he said to Potter, the more distaste filled Potter's long face. 'What did I say?' Draco wondered. He soon left the place, bewildered at how hard it was to make friends with magic celebrities. 'What a jerk,' Draco thought to himself. 'Hero my ass.'
By the time Lucius and Draco got home, Lucius was so completely drunk that he could hardly stand. Narcissa sat him down on the sofa with some black coffee, which he didn't even have time to take a sip of before he passed out. "Show me how you look in your robes!" she demanded, smiling. So Draco did.
Of course, she ranted on how stunningly handsome he looked. "You have to say that, you 're my mother," he told her. She just laughed. "If you want to see Miss Granger today, I suggest you leave while your father's dead to the world. I'll cover for you if he wakes up." Draco kissed his mother's cheek, once again admiring her bravery.
"Good afternoon, Mister Malfoy," Mrs. Granger greeted Draco cheerfully as he entered the Granger household. "Would you like a cookie?" Draco accepted, and took a bite of the gooey chocolate chip treat. "Mmm, these are tasty!" he complimented her. She giggled. "Well, that's good. You're my first tester. You don't have to be magic to be good in the kitchen."
Draco nodded. "Where's Hermione?" he wondered aloud. "She's in her bedroom, trying on her robes. I must say you do look mysterious in that robe." He grinned, and walked up to Hermione's room.
Draco rapped lightly on the door. He didn't want to walk in on Hermione or anything. "Come in," he heard her voice say. He slowly entered the room.
"Mom I-" Hermione began, spinning around. She stopped as she say Draco looking at her. "Oh, hello, Draco," she said, a little embarassed. "That robe looks... nice on you, Hermione," Draco told her quietly. "Same to you," she replied. They just stood there, taking a good look at each other.
*********************
Draco had impatiently awaited the day he could leave his overbearing father for a whole year. "Draco, I have cut a deal with many of the staff members and students who will see to it that you and Hermione don't spend a second together the entire time you're at school. Is that perfectly understood?"
Draco's face fell. His world came crashing down on him so suddenly it made his head spin. He could do nothing but nod dazedly at his father.
"Your mother, however, would not hear of you leaving Hermione without so much as a private farewell. So go on. And don't try anything."
Draco was grateful. He ran over to Hermione. "'Mione, there isn't much time. My father has seen to it that we won't be friends during school." Hermione looked at him. He could see tears in her eyes, shooting away her formerly smiling face. "What?"
"But," Draco continued, "I would never allow that. We will put up an act. We can meet in the library and on the grounds and whatnot. That is, if you're willing to go out of your way to keep this... relationship going." Both were suprised by Draco's choice of words. "Of course I am, Draco," she said, touching his arm with her pixiesh fingers. "You're the best friend I ever had." Draco reached over and hugged her. "I will miss you, Hermione."
"I'll miss you too, Draco."
They boarded the train seperately.