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.