Name: Hannah-Freya
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Rating: PG so far
Pairing: Will be DM/HrG
Summary: What happens when you're presented with an opportunity to have everything you ever wanted? Would you take it? (NOT SLASH!)
Summary for this part: The green-eyed monster attacks as Draco watches and waits...
Part 3
What a Malfoy wanted, a Malfoy got.The age-old creed, passed down from generation to generation.
It was encroached in his very being, flowed through his blood. Sang to him every moment.
He wanted it; therefore, he would have it.
Aboard the train, he stared out the window as Pansy prattled gaily on about some insipid nonsense. The scenery blurred, became a swirling haze of colour.
He had worked out what he wanted; now the only thing left was to get it.
But how to go about it?
He supposed, there was always the Polyjuice Potion- but that would only give him an hour. During which, he had to get Potter out of the way, change into a Gryffindor uniform, and, find his way to the Gryffindor Common Room (the whereabouts of which, he would need to discover).
All
in all, he'd scarce have time to draw breath, and that was not what
he wanted. He wanted to savour being an accepted member of the Golden
Trio.
Quite frankly, he was feeling a bit stumped.
He
felt his nails begin to dig into the plush cushion of his seat as his
mind went silently around in circles, always ending up in the same
spot- a four sided room, from which there appeared to be no exit.
He
forced himself to calm. He unclenched his fists. What he needed was
the Malfoy library- He would find his answers there.
Without
warning, he abruptly stood up, halting Pansy mid speech, threw the
compartment door open and swept down the train corridor. He heard
Crabbe and Goyle stumbling behind him in an attempt to catch up. He
swirled around and glared.
"I shall not be requiring your
company just now"
They stared at him. He sighed.
"I
wish to be alone"
Still they stood there. He never ceased
to be amazed at their stupidity.
"Go away"
This,
they understood, and began to trudge back to their compartment.
He
recommenced his journey down the corridor, using his peripheral
vision to observe the occupants of each compartment.
At
length, he found them.
The 'Golden Gryffindors'.
Normally,
flanked by Crabbe and Goyle he would use this time to burst through
their door and exchange insults. This usually resulted in
unconsciousness and a variety of boils and sores.
But, with
the decision of finally seizing what he desired, had come a certain
contentment- he no longer felt the need to cast a shadow over them,
no longer needed to wipe the smiles off their faces.
So,
instead he simply cast a concealment charm upon himself, and observed
them through the window.
They were joined by a red haired
girl, that Draco dimly recognized as Virginia, who was the younger
sibling of "Ron".
Weasley's face was as red as a
tomato, and he appear to be engaged in an argument with
Granger.
Potter was rolling his eyes, but he had a smile on
his face, scenes like this between Weasley and Granger must be quite
common, he deduced.
With a flip of her hair, Granger turned to
Potter and glared, the smile on his face froze, he gave an
embarrassed cough and said something that appeared to be a change of
subject, because Weasley's face returned to a normal colouring,
Granger began to speak animatedly and they abruptly burst into
laughter.
Watching them, Draco felt something clench in his
stomach. It was a feeling he was quite familiar with experiencing
when looking at Potter and his friends.
He backed away from
the window.
Soon.
He told himself, and felt his stomach
loosen somewhat.
Soon he would be the hero.
