Disclaimer: I do not own any of this except my plottly thingy everything
else belongs to the lovely lovely J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This plot bunny started hopping around in my head after finishing
OotP and absolutely hating Canon!Draco but, since I still love Fandom!Draco
I decided to give darling Draco another chance (with only a small amount of
vindictiveness)
Tantrum
Small puffs of smoke were issuing from the bottom of the fifth year's dormitory door at random intervals as Goyle approached. What was Draco doing in there? They had been hearing explosions and crashes for an hour now. Goyle had drawn the short straw as to who got to make sure the damage wasn't too extensive.
"Draco?" Goyle asked after a tentative knock. "Are you okay?"
"Go away" came a snarling growl from behind the door. "And I am not bloody well okay," *Crash* "What do you think, idiot." There was a small explosion and another puff of smoke from under the door.
"Ummm, will we be allowed to come back in anytime soon?" Goyle tired again. Draco had stormed into the common room screamed at everyone to leave him alone and stomped off up the stairs. Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise had just looked at each other. The first years had let out rather startled squawks and huddled closer together in the corner. Students in Draco's year were used to Draco's tantrums, but none of them had lasted this long.
"You will be allowed back when I am good and ready for you to come back *crash* and you should consider yourself lucky if I even allow any of you ignorant fools back inside!" There was another crash coupled with an odd ripping noise that sounded suspiciously like a bed being torn apart. Goyle winced, one more try and then he was giving up.
"Will there be anything left for us to come back too?" Another puff of smoke blew into Goyle's face.
"If you're lucky perhaps. Now if you value that thick, dumb head of yours I would leave before I blow up the door." *crash* Goyle turned heel and quickly went down the stairs.
"Any luck?" Pansy asked.
"What do you think?" Goyle asked sarcastically, glowering at a cloud of thick black smoke rolling down the stairs.
"Well, he had better get out of his little mood soon, I need to make sure there's nothing of mine left in your dormitory," Pansy huffed.
"What could you possibly have left in our dormitory, you're hardly ever in there!" Blaise asked, rather confused.
"Well, I don't know, I could have forgotten about it...and what if I need it over the summer, I would hate to have left something here..."
"Umm, if you haven't used it in this long, why would you need it this summer?" Crabbe asked slowly.
"Well, you wouldn't understand, and you should be more sympathetic, I mean honestly!" Pansy stood up and stomped away muttering things like "Well" and "Stupid boys." When here rather robust form had disappeared from the stairway the boys just sat in silence staring moodily at the fire or each other.
*POP* everyone in the common room jumped.
"What the hell was that?" Blaise spluttered. The first years all took off running towards their dormitories. "It sounded like someone disapparting! Only...more!" Goyle said stupidly.
"Oh, come off it, you can't apparate in Hogwarts," Blaise snarled. "It must have been Draco." All three of them marched up the stairs to their rooms.
"Alohamora!" Blaise said with such vehemence that the door flew open. The dormitory was not, as they expected, in complete chaos. On the contrary, it was exactly as it had been before Draco entered it. And Draco himself was lying in his bed, arms folded and eye determinately shut; his wand on his bedside.
"Uh...Draco?" Blaise said softly. Immediately, Draco grabbed his wand turned over and with a flick and a few muttered spell words the curtains snapped sharply closed around his bed. The boys looked at each in shared annoyance and sympathy and silently prepared for bed.
Morning
"So Draco, darling boy, and you going to inform us as to what was wrong last night?" Pansy asked with sickening sweetness at the breakfast table the next morning. Her question was met with an eye roll and a sigh.
"If I had wanted to tell you what was wrong do you really think I would have ignored you all last night, or perhaps didn't penetrate that fat head of yours. Honestly Pansy, I thought your mum put you on a diet," Draco replied scathingly. Pansy looked outraged, burst into tears and stormed from the Great Hall.
"Well, it's not as if going without breakfast will hurt her," Draco called loudly after her. Several first and second years laughed, trying to catch Draco's eye. There always seemed to be several handfuls of hopefuls, wishing for a place in Draco's inner circle. Blaise shook his head and thought how much better off they were for not being one of the privileged few. Sure, there were perks to being a Malfoy minion. You got to share in the rule breaking that was never punished by Snape, the fear that was associated with the name of Lucius Malfoy. And sometimes, if you were really lucky, you got to spend the hols at Malfoy Manor, quite the honor if you were looking for a place in Death Eater infamy. Blaise had been rethinking that option lately.
"Have you gone to see Umbridge yet, Draco?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
"Naw, why would I want to see that old bat now? Nothing she can give us anymore," he replied with a glare. "Have you seen her? Everyone says she's as loony as Luna Lovegood, and that's saying something. I overheard the Weasel telling Potter…" he trailed off after this and regained his brooding look. Blaise thought he might blow something up soon if measures weren't taken to prevent it.
"So have you heard from your father lately? I mean, wasn't there some big Evil Plan that was suppose to happen soon?" Crabbe asked, rather stupidly. The frown on Draco's forehead deepened and Blaise saw his finger's twitch towards his wand.
"Yes, well," Draco cleared his throat. "First of all, that is top secret knowledge and I should think even you wouldn't be thick enough to be spreading the Dark Lord's plans around. But, Father sent a short letter telling me that my presence was required by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as soon as I was home. Also, so sorry to say, but I'll not be allowed to bring any of you home for this break as the Manor will now be used as, well, I'm not really at liberty to say right now." Draco gave them all significant looks. But Blaise saw that there was still uneasiness to him.
"Hey, hey Draco!" Crabbe blurted out, as if he had been dying to say something all morning. "Goyle and I have a plan to get Potter on the train!" Draco heard him vaguely and decided to turn on agreement auto pilot. Whatever cock and bull plan they had come up with now, Draco certainly wasn't up for it; not after what had happened on the train last time. Turning inward, Draco began to contemplate is situation.
He had received the letter from his mother yesterday afternoon. When he saw her soft, slightly chubby, tawny owl approach him, he figured he was getting the normal boring chit chat and an open invitation to the Manor for some of his "little friends". Instead, it had been unlike anything he had ever experienced from her. It was a rather hurried scrawl across the paper, nothing like her normally exquisitely perfect penmanship.
Draco- Your father has been arrested and jailed. The Dark Lord has contacted me and as to use the Manor as a head quarters. The Plan has gone terribly wrong. Dumbledore has succeeded in alerting the Ministry. No friends are to accompany you home. The Dark Lord requires your presence the second you arrive home. –Narcissia
Draco was stunned. His father…the greatest Death Eater ever? The Dark Lord's right hand man…arrested and jailed? The ministry alerted? The Plan failed? How could this happen. It was unthinkable after the painstaking measures the Dark Lord had gone through. Draco knew all about them, through his father and various information he had tortured from the house elves. And…and the Dark Lord wanted to speak to him. This terrified Draco more than anything else. Why would He want to speak to Draco, what could Draco possibly do? Draco shuddered at the thought. Then, before anyone had the chance to come see him, he ran out of the castle onto the grounds.
Draco roamed the grounds, his mind wandering furiously. He had no idea what was happening. His world seemed to be crumbling, and that's when it happened. He was walking around the lake and heard a rather odd noise. It was almost silent but for a few choked…were they sobs? The sound wrenched at Draco, no, no it didn't. Draco was iced over; he didn't feel for anyone but himself anymore, he was strong, like Lucius. Draco peered around a bush and saw a figure under a tree. It was…Harry Potter. Sitting under this tree crying softly to himself, crying as if his very soul was breaking and he couldn't let the world hear. It was such a private pain Draco felt dirty for invading any part of it. They tore at something that answered in Draco. He felt…no, no remember he was Draco Malfoy, son of the famous Death Eater, soon to be servant of the most powerful Dark Lord. He did not feel anything but hatred and disgust for this sniveling version of Harry Potter. Draco quickly turned and stomped back to the castle.
What was wrong with Potter? What the hell was wrong with him? He was doing it wrong. Potter was the fucking Boy-Who-Ups-His-Own-Do-Gooding- Record-Every-Fucking-Year. Potter was the strong one. The one everyone relied upon. He was the Golden Boy who everyone adored, the pet student of the oh-so-powerful Dumbledore. Potter was the one who, his father stated, that if he had been slightly darker, Lucius would have wanted as a son. Potter, who was so much better than, the petty, good for nothing, stupid, annoying son that he had instead. Potter was not supposed to be sitting by himself, crying his fucking eyes out. NO! This was not right. What had happened to Draco's world, when the most stable thing around, the everlasting strength of Harry Potter, died out. Draco's train of though continued in this furious vain as he ranted around the dormitory, letting out his frustrations on every piece of furniture in the room.
When the room was completely destroyed he finally quieted, and threw himself on his bed. He fixed the room with a quick spell. Instead of talking to his room mates he closed his curtains and added a silencing spell. Peace. Only, with peace came sulking. And sulking brought other feelings. He found himself thinking that perhaps he was a bit to angered by this change in Potter. Why did he care so much that this had happened. He tried to tell himself that it was only because he was so upset over what his mother had said. Yes, that was it; Potter had just set him off with his stupidity, not because he felt anything for the idiot. Yes, that was it, he kept telling himself, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep.
Draco ignored the dreams he had that night. Dreams brought on, obviously by something he ate. Dreams about crying with Harry…no Potter, under a tree made of blood and ice, which rained softly on them into the night.
"Well, I'm going to going to ummm finish packing, there were a few things I think I forgot." Blaise quickly stood up and strode from the Great Hall before anyone could respond. Or point out that all his trunks were packed, locked and sitting in the common room, waiting for the house elves to take them away. Draco was brought back to the present with Blaise's exit. He sighed.
"So what do you think, Draco? Are you in?" Goyle asked. Draco, who had not heard one word of their "plan", just wanted to get away from these people.
"Yea, whatever, you plan it all and I'll go with it. I'm gonna go check on Blaise, see ya." He quickly followed the same path as Blaise. A loud burst of laughter caught his attention half way to the doors. Looks like Potter's told a rather amusing joke. Ha, right, probably just cried for them, that would be enough to make any one burst a seem laughing! He looked over at the golden boy surrounded by all his little friends. He saw Potter alone in the middle of a sea of people. Harry…he meant Potter looked like he wanted nothing better than to be following Draco out of the Hall. Draco tore his gaze from the Gryffindor table and half walked half ran for the doors.
Tantrum
Small puffs of smoke were issuing from the bottom of the fifth year's dormitory door at random intervals as Goyle approached. What was Draco doing in there? They had been hearing explosions and crashes for an hour now. Goyle had drawn the short straw as to who got to make sure the damage wasn't too extensive.
"Draco?" Goyle asked after a tentative knock. "Are you okay?"
"Go away" came a snarling growl from behind the door. "And I am not bloody well okay," *Crash* "What do you think, idiot." There was a small explosion and another puff of smoke from under the door.
"Ummm, will we be allowed to come back in anytime soon?" Goyle tired again. Draco had stormed into the common room screamed at everyone to leave him alone and stomped off up the stairs. Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise had just looked at each other. The first years had let out rather startled squawks and huddled closer together in the corner. Students in Draco's year were used to Draco's tantrums, but none of them had lasted this long.
"You will be allowed back when I am good and ready for you to come back *crash* and you should consider yourself lucky if I even allow any of you ignorant fools back inside!" There was another crash coupled with an odd ripping noise that sounded suspiciously like a bed being torn apart. Goyle winced, one more try and then he was giving up.
"Will there be anything left for us to come back too?" Another puff of smoke blew into Goyle's face.
"If you're lucky perhaps. Now if you value that thick, dumb head of yours I would leave before I blow up the door." *crash* Goyle turned heel and quickly went down the stairs.
"Any luck?" Pansy asked.
"What do you think?" Goyle asked sarcastically, glowering at a cloud of thick black smoke rolling down the stairs.
"Well, he had better get out of his little mood soon, I need to make sure there's nothing of mine left in your dormitory," Pansy huffed.
"What could you possibly have left in our dormitory, you're hardly ever in there!" Blaise asked, rather confused.
"Well, I don't know, I could have forgotten about it...and what if I need it over the summer, I would hate to have left something here..."
"Umm, if you haven't used it in this long, why would you need it this summer?" Crabbe asked slowly.
"Well, you wouldn't understand, and you should be more sympathetic, I mean honestly!" Pansy stood up and stomped away muttering things like "Well" and "Stupid boys." When here rather robust form had disappeared from the stairway the boys just sat in silence staring moodily at the fire or each other.
*POP* everyone in the common room jumped.
"What the hell was that?" Blaise spluttered. The first years all took off running towards their dormitories. "It sounded like someone disapparting! Only...more!" Goyle said stupidly.
"Oh, come off it, you can't apparate in Hogwarts," Blaise snarled. "It must have been Draco." All three of them marched up the stairs to their rooms.
"Alohamora!" Blaise said with such vehemence that the door flew open. The dormitory was not, as they expected, in complete chaos. On the contrary, it was exactly as it had been before Draco entered it. And Draco himself was lying in his bed, arms folded and eye determinately shut; his wand on his bedside.
"Uh...Draco?" Blaise said softly. Immediately, Draco grabbed his wand turned over and with a flick and a few muttered spell words the curtains snapped sharply closed around his bed. The boys looked at each in shared annoyance and sympathy and silently prepared for bed.
Morning
"So Draco, darling boy, and you going to inform us as to what was wrong last night?" Pansy asked with sickening sweetness at the breakfast table the next morning. Her question was met with an eye roll and a sigh.
"If I had wanted to tell you what was wrong do you really think I would have ignored you all last night, or perhaps didn't penetrate that fat head of yours. Honestly Pansy, I thought your mum put you on a diet," Draco replied scathingly. Pansy looked outraged, burst into tears and stormed from the Great Hall.
"Well, it's not as if going without breakfast will hurt her," Draco called loudly after her. Several first and second years laughed, trying to catch Draco's eye. There always seemed to be several handfuls of hopefuls, wishing for a place in Draco's inner circle. Blaise shook his head and thought how much better off they were for not being one of the privileged few. Sure, there were perks to being a Malfoy minion. You got to share in the rule breaking that was never punished by Snape, the fear that was associated with the name of Lucius Malfoy. And sometimes, if you were really lucky, you got to spend the hols at Malfoy Manor, quite the honor if you were looking for a place in Death Eater infamy. Blaise had been rethinking that option lately.
"Have you gone to see Umbridge yet, Draco?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
"Naw, why would I want to see that old bat now? Nothing she can give us anymore," he replied with a glare. "Have you seen her? Everyone says she's as loony as Luna Lovegood, and that's saying something. I overheard the Weasel telling Potter…" he trailed off after this and regained his brooding look. Blaise thought he might blow something up soon if measures weren't taken to prevent it.
"So have you heard from your father lately? I mean, wasn't there some big Evil Plan that was suppose to happen soon?" Crabbe asked, rather stupidly. The frown on Draco's forehead deepened and Blaise saw his finger's twitch towards his wand.
"Yes, well," Draco cleared his throat. "First of all, that is top secret knowledge and I should think even you wouldn't be thick enough to be spreading the Dark Lord's plans around. But, Father sent a short letter telling me that my presence was required by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as soon as I was home. Also, so sorry to say, but I'll not be allowed to bring any of you home for this break as the Manor will now be used as, well, I'm not really at liberty to say right now." Draco gave them all significant looks. But Blaise saw that there was still uneasiness to him.
"Hey, hey Draco!" Crabbe blurted out, as if he had been dying to say something all morning. "Goyle and I have a plan to get Potter on the train!" Draco heard him vaguely and decided to turn on agreement auto pilot. Whatever cock and bull plan they had come up with now, Draco certainly wasn't up for it; not after what had happened on the train last time. Turning inward, Draco began to contemplate is situation.
He had received the letter from his mother yesterday afternoon. When he saw her soft, slightly chubby, tawny owl approach him, he figured he was getting the normal boring chit chat and an open invitation to the Manor for some of his "little friends". Instead, it had been unlike anything he had ever experienced from her. It was a rather hurried scrawl across the paper, nothing like her normally exquisitely perfect penmanship.
Draco- Your father has been arrested and jailed. The Dark Lord has contacted me and as to use the Manor as a head quarters. The Plan has gone terribly wrong. Dumbledore has succeeded in alerting the Ministry. No friends are to accompany you home. The Dark Lord requires your presence the second you arrive home. –Narcissia
Draco was stunned. His father…the greatest Death Eater ever? The Dark Lord's right hand man…arrested and jailed? The ministry alerted? The Plan failed? How could this happen. It was unthinkable after the painstaking measures the Dark Lord had gone through. Draco knew all about them, through his father and various information he had tortured from the house elves. And…and the Dark Lord wanted to speak to him. This terrified Draco more than anything else. Why would He want to speak to Draco, what could Draco possibly do? Draco shuddered at the thought. Then, before anyone had the chance to come see him, he ran out of the castle onto the grounds.
Draco roamed the grounds, his mind wandering furiously. He had no idea what was happening. His world seemed to be crumbling, and that's when it happened. He was walking around the lake and heard a rather odd noise. It was almost silent but for a few choked…were they sobs? The sound wrenched at Draco, no, no it didn't. Draco was iced over; he didn't feel for anyone but himself anymore, he was strong, like Lucius. Draco peered around a bush and saw a figure under a tree. It was…Harry Potter. Sitting under this tree crying softly to himself, crying as if his very soul was breaking and he couldn't let the world hear. It was such a private pain Draco felt dirty for invading any part of it. They tore at something that answered in Draco. He felt…no, no remember he was Draco Malfoy, son of the famous Death Eater, soon to be servant of the most powerful Dark Lord. He did not feel anything but hatred and disgust for this sniveling version of Harry Potter. Draco quickly turned and stomped back to the castle.
What was wrong with Potter? What the hell was wrong with him? He was doing it wrong. Potter was the fucking Boy-Who-Ups-His-Own-Do-Gooding- Record-Every-Fucking-Year. Potter was the strong one. The one everyone relied upon. He was the Golden Boy who everyone adored, the pet student of the oh-so-powerful Dumbledore. Potter was the one who, his father stated, that if he had been slightly darker, Lucius would have wanted as a son. Potter, who was so much better than, the petty, good for nothing, stupid, annoying son that he had instead. Potter was not supposed to be sitting by himself, crying his fucking eyes out. NO! This was not right. What had happened to Draco's world, when the most stable thing around, the everlasting strength of Harry Potter, died out. Draco's train of though continued in this furious vain as he ranted around the dormitory, letting out his frustrations on every piece of furniture in the room.
When the room was completely destroyed he finally quieted, and threw himself on his bed. He fixed the room with a quick spell. Instead of talking to his room mates he closed his curtains and added a silencing spell. Peace. Only, with peace came sulking. And sulking brought other feelings. He found himself thinking that perhaps he was a bit to angered by this change in Potter. Why did he care so much that this had happened. He tried to tell himself that it was only because he was so upset over what his mother had said. Yes, that was it; Potter had just set him off with his stupidity, not because he felt anything for the idiot. Yes, that was it, he kept telling himself, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep.
Draco ignored the dreams he had that night. Dreams brought on, obviously by something he ate. Dreams about crying with Harry…no Potter, under a tree made of blood and ice, which rained softly on them into the night.
"Well, I'm going to going to ummm finish packing, there were a few things I think I forgot." Blaise quickly stood up and strode from the Great Hall before anyone could respond. Or point out that all his trunks were packed, locked and sitting in the common room, waiting for the house elves to take them away. Draco was brought back to the present with Blaise's exit. He sighed.
"So what do you think, Draco? Are you in?" Goyle asked. Draco, who had not heard one word of their "plan", just wanted to get away from these people.
"Yea, whatever, you plan it all and I'll go with it. I'm gonna go check on Blaise, see ya." He quickly followed the same path as Blaise. A loud burst of laughter caught his attention half way to the doors. Looks like Potter's told a rather amusing joke. Ha, right, probably just cried for them, that would be enough to make any one burst a seem laughing! He looked over at the golden boy surrounded by all his little friends. He saw Potter alone in the middle of a sea of people. Harry…he meant Potter looked like he wanted nothing better than to be following Draco out of the Hall. Draco tore his gaze from the Gryffindor table and half walked half ran for the doors.
