Chapter 3 Think of – 3 Days Before the Final Battle
Draco Malfoy glared across Hogwarts Library at the Gryffindor trio, shoving his pale blond hair out of his eyes. He shifted and grabbed a different book at random, not even bothering to glance at the title as his gray eyes narrowed on one Harry Potter. Famous Harry Potter. Merlin but I hate him. Why him? Why is it always HIM! A part of me really hopes the Dark Lord kicks his ass. But the Slytherin in me hopes that Saint Potter wins, after all, if he doesn't, I'm as good as dead. Can't believe Potter gave me another chance, considering I was supposed to off Dumbledore. He was barmy anyway. One too many Lemon Drops if you ask me. Humph. Potter can go hang, after offing the Dark Lord. After all, I've got myself to think of.
It
is a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
