Chapter 2

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Malfoy woke up an hour later lying on the seat. He felt pain everywhere.

"Damn Harry Potter!" He cursed aloud. He grabbed his wand and said an incantation to fix everything.

He didn't remember much, just being blown off of Hermione and slamming into the compartment wall. He felt the train slow as the train pulled up to Hogwarts. He grabbed his bag and hurried to catch a horseless carriage. Alone, he thought about how the year might turn out. Unable to come up with anything, he turned his attention to whom he might date. Hermione floated to the surface of his brain but was shaken out. A mudblood would never be allowed to even look at him, let alone be allowed near him.

A few minutes later, Malfoy joined the rest of the 7th years at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

Malfoy heard the first years enter but didn't pay attention when they were announced. Six years of the same thing became pretty annoying after a while, although whenever he noticed his Slytherin peers clapping, he generously clapped also. His concentration was the back of a dark brown, wavy haired head. She seemed so interested in who came into their house. Or that's what he thought at first. After a while she started to look around as though she was bored. She rolled her eyes and frowned as someone else was sorted. Maybe she wasn't as goodly-goody as everyone thought. Hermione must have felt eyes on her head because she turned around. At first Malfoy could have sworn it was him she was staring at but when he realized that two owls had come through the window and that EVERYONE had turned, he decided not to draw attention to himself and he turned also.

Flit, his mother's owl, came flying over to him. A black letter in it's beak. Malfoy knew a black letter meant there had been a death in the family, but he had never received one. His parents had once received one when his father's friend had died.

Everyone was watching as another owl flew over to Dumbledore also giving him one. Malfoy felt all eyes on him as he opened the letter.

Dear Draco,

Due to an unfortunate broomstick accident, your mother has passed away. She has left in your name, an entire vault full of billions of galleons, American dollars, and Euros. I will be by later this week after I talk to your grandparents about what has happened.

Lucious

Malfoy read the letter over again; trying to find a hidden message that told him it was all a joke. That his mother had never died. The entire Great Hall was silent, expecting him to run out of the room crying. He wouldn't give them that satisfaction. He looked around and cast an evil eye at everyone looking in his direction. The frightened 1st years turned their gazes back to their food and the rest of the students decided that was their best choice. Soon everyone had turned around and was stuffing their faces, most likely "discussing" who they though might have died.

Hermione hadn't watched Malfoy long to know that he was really hurting inside. He was trying to hide it and to everyone but Hermione, is was believable. She wasn't fooled. Behind her, she heard Patty asking Malfoy who had died.

"Piss off Patty." Malfoy said coldly.

Patty whimpered and started talking with someone else.

"Who do you think died Hermione?" Asked Harry.

"Harry, I thought you were better than that." Hermione frowned at Harry.

"What are you talking about?"

"GOSSIP YOU DIMWIT!" Hermione yelled at the confused Harry. "You know, sometimes you can be dimmer than Ron." Hermione hissed.

After supper, Hermione, Malfoy, and the prefects led the first years to their houses.

"This way everyone. Please keep up." Hermione yelled back as they approached the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Oreos." Hermione said, and the portrait swung open.

"Now," Hermione started, "The girl's dorms are up to my left and the boy's dorms are to my right. If you really feel the need to go into the opposite dorm…Don't. Now if you would please continue to your dorm, you trunks are already by your beds." Hermione didn't even finish before the first years began climbing the stairs. She rolled her eyes and headed towards the dorm she and Malfoy shared.

A/N: Second chapter. Sorry, I would have left an author not on my first chapter but I was just to excited to post it. Lol, well here you are, Chapter 2. Also, thanks to my first few posters on this story: Emma Laraliean and Fangirlitis you're the reason I'm posting!! Oh and just so everyone knows, if I don't get….3 more post for this chapter I wont write! Just warning you…