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Draco was playing wizard's chess when Professor Snape came in.
"Excuse me, Malfoy."
"Yes, Professor Snape?" Draco asked, lifting his eyes for only a minute to glance at the professor. His expression looked anxious.
"Your father is here to see you."
"Oh...Right. Well send him in then."
Professor Snape left and his father came in. The ghost he was playing chess with shriveled his nose up and passed through the wall behind Draco. It seemed even the ghosts didn't prefer to be around his father. Not that he blamed them.
"Good afternoon Draco," Lucius said, swiftly sitting down in the chair across from him, "I've come on important business from the Ministry. Shall I tell you about it?"
"If you wish..." Draco mumbled, not really caring about what his father did or did not do.
"It seems that Fudge is worried about the new rise of Voldemort so he wants extra precaution about Hogwarts. They want to put guards up here so that none of his spies can sneak in," Lucius sneered, rather amused, Draco assumed, by this news, considering his father was a spy.
"And what do you have to do here? Tell Dumbledore about it?" Draco asked, still moving his pieces about.
"No, I'm here to make sure that he signs a contract for Fudge to allow guards to be posted at the entrance to Hogwarts and things like that. I've already seen him and Dumbledore seemed pretty amused."
"Why would he seem amused?"
"Well this is a school of magic. If death eaters attacked at the wrong moment, which would be likely, the whole school could fend them off. Dumbledore thought it wasn't necessary, but he signed it none the less."
"I see..."
His father shifted slightly and then whispered, "So how is your particular mission coming along?"
"I've got the map if that's what you're asking. Stole it last night."
"Good job," Lucius nodded, "I knew you would."
Draco nodded slightly.
Lucius continued, "And that's why we've decided to let you join our inner circle. Lord Voldemort is pleased with you and your accomplishments. He sees it fit to let you become a death eater now."
And be puppets like Crabbe and Goyle? Forget it...
"...Have you told mother?" Draco asked idly.
"What would she care?"
"...I am her son."
"Well go home for a visit and tell her yourself!"
"It's in the middle of the school year..."
"Use our gate key. Visit at night."
"Maybe I will..."
"Anyway come as per scheduled. I'll be waiting for you."
"Ok."
Professor Snape walked in again and said, "Lucius, Fudge is calling about how things are going. I believe it's of importance."
"I'll be there in a second," his father snipped.
Snape glared at him from behind and, after a short pause, left again.
"Severus," Lucius shook his head, "He could have been the best spy but he had to go under Dumbledore's wing. It makes me sick. That man shouldn't even be allowed to touch you."
"He should be dirt." He knew what his father wanted to hear.
"Exactly," his father hissed, "Dirt under my shoe."
Lucius then stood, patted his son on the head, and turned, on his heel, and left.
Draco shifted silently and sighed. He didn't exactly know what to do. He didn't want to become a death eater he knew that much. If things got out of hand...should he tell Headmaster Dumbledore about it? He shook his head. He couldn't trust Dumbledore. That would get him in further trouble. Draco leaned his head up to look at the ceiling. He couldn't escape.
"Hermione!" Harry called, catching up to her.
Hermione turned to face Harry. He ran up to her, put a quick hand on her shoulder and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"How are you today?" Harry smiled.
"Oh...I could be better."
"What happened?"
"I had a nightmare," Hermione sighed.
"Want to tell me about it?" Harry asked, rubbing her back softly.
"No, no it's ok," Hermione blushed. She certainly didn't want to tell her current boyfriend, Harry Potter, about a dream she had about Draco Malfoy.
"Well...alright then," Harry said, giving Hermione a squeeze, "I'm sure you'll forget about it soon."
Oh no. Hermione wouldn't be forgetting about Draco's prophesied death anytime soon. But Hermione knew she had to do something. She didn't want Draco to die, but she also didn't know whether or not she loved him.
As she and Harry walked to Potions class they bumped into Ron. Ron was going the other way.
"Where are you off to, Ron?" Hermione asked, "Don't you have potions this hour?"
"Well, yes, but I'm skipping class," Ron said, as if we were suppose to know.
"Why may I ask Ronald Weasley?" Hermione glared at him. She certainly didn't approve of skipping class.
"I'm having a snog fest up in my room!" Ron grinned widely.
"A snog fest?!" Hermione shrieked, "During school hours! That's horrible. You all should be learning!"
Harry smiled and Ron just laughed, "You're being silly Hermione! If you and Harry want to join my snog fest then just come on in!"
"We're certainly not skipping class to go make out in someone's closet!" Hermione said, narrowing her eyes.
"Honestly you couldn't sound more like an adult if you tried," Ron smiled.
"Honestly you couldn't surprise me more if you jumped off a cliff," Hermione replied, frowning.
"Come on 'Mione!" Ron said, "Why don't you have some fun?"
"School is fun!" Hermione complained.
"Or not," Ron said.
"Oh bugger off," Hermione mumbled, crossing her arms.
"Now Ron stop teasing her. She had a bad dream and her day will suck if things keep up this way."
"Aw sorry 'Mione! Just thought you should lighten up a bit," Ron smiled, patting her shoulder.
"It's ok..." Hermione said softly.
Hermione was actually thinking about the snog fest. She certainly didn't want to snog with Harry. Sure he was sweet and cute but she had a certain rude and sexy Slytherin in mind. Inwardly she smiled. She could just imagine the look on Ron's face if she came in with Draco. He would probably flip out. Ron was being very supportive of her right now though so maybe he would accept him.
Was this what love felt like?
"I wonder," Hermione said, wanting to try something, "Who will be Head Boy next year? Do you think it'll be Draco Malfoy?"
"Malfoy!" Harry snorted, "Is that git really that smart?"
"Draco? Malfoy? Maybe." Ron shrugged, "I haven't seen him for awhile."
Hermione smiled inwardly again. She felt all fuzzy inside when she heard his name. She could see his face. She could see every hair on his head slicked back and then, that one time, falling into his face. She could imagine every conversation they ever had back through 1st year. Hermione could almost feel his gaze, his touch and most importantly his kiss. She shivered in delight.
Was this what love felt like?
"Are you cold?" Harry asked.
"No, I'm fine."
"Just wondering. You shivered."
Hermione smiled and shook her head. She would have to tell Harry the truth. She would do it on their date today. Then she would save Draco and everything would turn out ok. She knew it. It had to. Wasn't she the heroine anyway? It couldn't possibly turn out any other way.
"Let's go to class Harry," she said brightly.
"Right. See you Ron."
"You're missing out!" he called after Harry.
He shook his head with a smile and turned the corner, in step behind Hermione.
Ron frowned, shook his head and mumbled, "Whipped..."
A/N: Ahhh is Ron finally jealous?! What's this crap about Draco dying?! How come Hermione talks to herself so much? And why hasn't Lucius died yet!? Well I should be updating fairly quick on my next chappie since I have Spring Break for a whole week *grins* So look for updates!