A/N: Sorry this one's so short, I've been forced to actually work on the
summer reading I have to attend to for school, damn teachers. But more
should come soon, meaning more Harry, more Draco.and shortly Harry and
Draco together (mostly likely bickering, or snogging, or both.) So thank
you all for the lovely lovely reviews, they made me ever so happy!
"Okay, you ready Draco? I think he's coming back now," Crabbe hissed in Draco's ear.
"Yea, I see him! Okay, Draco, Crabbe quiet! He's all alone," Goyle whispered to them both. Potter was indeed coming along the corridor towards his compartment. Draco couldn't remember what had possessed him to continue this hare-brained scheme. As he saw Potter round the corner, he remembered. He wanted a piece of that little idiot who had caused his family so much trouble. Potter came within a few feet of them, and Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle all burst out at him.
Unfortunately, the compartment Harry was returning to was full of all his little "auror-in-training" friends. The last thing Draco saw before completely blacking out was that little Weasley flinging a bat-bogey curse at him. Oh the indignity of it all.
"Draco! Draco!" Someone was shaking him. The world suddenly resolved it's self into a startlingly close picture of Potter. "Come on, before someone else comes!"
"What in hell's name are you doing to me Potter?!?!" Draco asked, trying to maintain some Malfoy Family Outrage.
"What do you think, idiot! I'm waking you up and I dehexed you."
"Why? Thought you were going to leave us here for our parents to find again. Leave us to suffer the humiliation of everyone walking off the train seeing us stuffed in.oh how lovely a luggage rack." The Outrage was working.
"Well, I figured I owed you one. For not telling anyone about me by the lake. I saw you there, and figured it'd be all over school the next day. But it wasn't so, yea here's my thanks, not that you seem to want it."
"You want gratification? Get the fuck away from me. I don't owe you anything and you don't owe me anything. I didn't tell anyone because it's so much more fun to use it to torture you, who knows when this could come in handy, eh Potter?" Draco started out yelling and ended with a smirk. "Oh, unless you wouldn't mind telling me why you were crying. Perhaps Granger picked the Weasel over you? Or, perhaps, the Weasel picked Granger over you, is that it?" These words brought a look of rage to Harry's face.
"Do not speak of things you don't understand, Malfoy. It's none of your damn business as to what was wrong," Harry hissed. "Not that such a cold, unfeeling bastard such as yourself could understand anything I have been through. So much for thinking there was even the smallest sliver of sympathy in you." Harry turned to go.
"You have no idea what I have been through, Potter, do not foist off your self-righteousness on me," Draco stormed from the carriage on to the platform the second the train halted. He was greeted by the sight of his mother waiting for him. This surprised him, as usually it was just one of the house elves, waiting to usher him home.
He approached her slowly, cautious of the cold mask of her face. When he got within a foot, she turned and strode away without a word to him. They walked quickly to an out of the way bench and stopped. She pulled out an envelope from her sleek leather purse. Still without a word she handed it to Draco. He just held it, plainly confused.
"Oh do hurry boy, I don't have all day," she said, when the confusion didn't leave his face, she continued. "For the love of.it's a port-key! To the Manor, it's the quickest way to travel for you, and I'll just apparate!" Draco lifted the flap and dropped the small pebble into his hand. There was a tug at his navel, and rather disorienting spinning feeling, and he was home. Then a sharp popping sound and Narcissia was next to him.
"In two days the Dark Lord and a retinue of Death Eaters will be arriving here," she stated quickly. "I must prepare the Manor. You must prepare yourself, in two days you are going to start taking up the responsibilities of your father." She looked as if she were going to continue, but just stared at him appraisingly, then turned and left; calling for a house-elf as she went.
Draco was left standing in their front hall with much too think about. He stalked up the stairs and into his bedroom, flopping on his bed. His thoughts turned to the first time he had seen He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named, just last year. It had been the most terrifying experience of his life, and now he had to take up his father's responsibilities? What the hell did that mean? How did Potter manage to come up against the Dark Lord so many times and not kneel in submission, like any normal wizard? Potter.oh hell, he thought, not more thoughts of Potter. Draco resolutely closed his eyes against the thought of the Golden Boy, but that just gave him a clearer view. Against the backs of his eyelids, he had imprinted the image of that oh so close Harry.er Potter, from the train. So very close.
"Okay, you ready Draco? I think he's coming back now," Crabbe hissed in Draco's ear.
"Yea, I see him! Okay, Draco, Crabbe quiet! He's all alone," Goyle whispered to them both. Potter was indeed coming along the corridor towards his compartment. Draco couldn't remember what had possessed him to continue this hare-brained scheme. As he saw Potter round the corner, he remembered. He wanted a piece of that little idiot who had caused his family so much trouble. Potter came within a few feet of them, and Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle all burst out at him.
Unfortunately, the compartment Harry was returning to was full of all his little "auror-in-training" friends. The last thing Draco saw before completely blacking out was that little Weasley flinging a bat-bogey curse at him. Oh the indignity of it all.
"Draco! Draco!" Someone was shaking him. The world suddenly resolved it's self into a startlingly close picture of Potter. "Come on, before someone else comes!"
"What in hell's name are you doing to me Potter?!?!" Draco asked, trying to maintain some Malfoy Family Outrage.
"What do you think, idiot! I'm waking you up and I dehexed you."
"Why? Thought you were going to leave us here for our parents to find again. Leave us to suffer the humiliation of everyone walking off the train seeing us stuffed in.oh how lovely a luggage rack." The Outrage was working.
"Well, I figured I owed you one. For not telling anyone about me by the lake. I saw you there, and figured it'd be all over school the next day. But it wasn't so, yea here's my thanks, not that you seem to want it."
"You want gratification? Get the fuck away from me. I don't owe you anything and you don't owe me anything. I didn't tell anyone because it's so much more fun to use it to torture you, who knows when this could come in handy, eh Potter?" Draco started out yelling and ended with a smirk. "Oh, unless you wouldn't mind telling me why you were crying. Perhaps Granger picked the Weasel over you? Or, perhaps, the Weasel picked Granger over you, is that it?" These words brought a look of rage to Harry's face.
"Do not speak of things you don't understand, Malfoy. It's none of your damn business as to what was wrong," Harry hissed. "Not that such a cold, unfeeling bastard such as yourself could understand anything I have been through. So much for thinking there was even the smallest sliver of sympathy in you." Harry turned to go.
"You have no idea what I have been through, Potter, do not foist off your self-righteousness on me," Draco stormed from the carriage on to the platform the second the train halted. He was greeted by the sight of his mother waiting for him. This surprised him, as usually it was just one of the house elves, waiting to usher him home.
He approached her slowly, cautious of the cold mask of her face. When he got within a foot, she turned and strode away without a word to him. They walked quickly to an out of the way bench and stopped. She pulled out an envelope from her sleek leather purse. Still without a word she handed it to Draco. He just held it, plainly confused.
"Oh do hurry boy, I don't have all day," she said, when the confusion didn't leave his face, she continued. "For the love of.it's a port-key! To the Manor, it's the quickest way to travel for you, and I'll just apparate!" Draco lifted the flap and dropped the small pebble into his hand. There was a tug at his navel, and rather disorienting spinning feeling, and he was home. Then a sharp popping sound and Narcissia was next to him.
"In two days the Dark Lord and a retinue of Death Eaters will be arriving here," she stated quickly. "I must prepare the Manor. You must prepare yourself, in two days you are going to start taking up the responsibilities of your father." She looked as if she were going to continue, but just stared at him appraisingly, then turned and left; calling for a house-elf as she went.
Draco was left standing in their front hall with much too think about. He stalked up the stairs and into his bedroom, flopping on his bed. His thoughts turned to the first time he had seen He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named, just last year. It had been the most terrifying experience of his life, and now he had to take up his father's responsibilities? What the hell did that mean? How did Potter manage to come up against the Dark Lord so many times and not kneel in submission, like any normal wizard? Potter.oh hell, he thought, not more thoughts of Potter. Draco resolutely closed his eyes against the thought of the Golden Boy, but that just gave him a clearer view. Against the backs of his eyelids, he had imprinted the image of that oh so close Harry.er Potter, from the train. So very close.
