Chapter numero the fourth
Hermione sat down, unwilling to accept the fact that Malfoy had actually complimented her. It was just too absurd….after all, they'd been enemies for what? Six years now? And then he goes and compliments her….freaky things happening she thought. Though, she had been eyed by many boys as she'd made her way to the dining hall.
Confusion blocked out everything Crabbe and Goyle were grunting about. Even Parkinson's frantic screeches of laughter couldn't invade his mind…thank god.
She actually dresses…really good for a nerd…freaky…
He noticed Potter and Weasley and Granger glaring at him form across the table. Smirking, he waved a taunting little wave at the boys, and waggled his fingers at Granger. She blushed beet red. He almost thought about flipping his hair into it's more comfortable position, but then remembered that he was supposed to be a stuck up, rich snob, so he ran a hand through his hair.
A few Death Eaters had assembled outside the school. Now they were in the process of summoning powerful assassins form the netherworld. Bellatrix Lestrange held up a Tarot-like card, showing a man turning into tiny little worms. Or were they maggots? The second card that went up depicted a jungle-like huntress; her body covered in spots and filed sharp teeth. The third card that went up was a vampire, so old his demonic appearance was permanent.
"These three, Macnair." She giggled, insanity working in her mind like black oil; never leaving, staining.
"Ay, Lestrange, let's have 'em!" he grinned, showing rotted teeth.
The circle began chanting.
Wind began to whip mercilessly at the Death Eaters skin.
An unnatural howling filled the air.
A flash of bright, black light filled their eyes.
All was quiet.
Draco felt the wind flow into his body. Skateboarding has that effect. Gracefully, he landed his kick flip indie and went down the half-pipe, just letting the wind go through his hair, cooling him off.
Finished, he toweled off, and went back to his room. A few minutes later, a pale looking Slytherin boy pounded on his door. Wearing only his blue jeans and his white tank (you know, the men's kind) he opened the door. The boy rushed in, and collapsed on the couch.
"What is it…..um….."
"I'm Warren Blaccomb. Oh my god, you have to come! The Death Eaters…they're HERE!" he said hurriedly, tears forming in his sapphire eyes.
Draco turned stony. His eyes, which were the relaxed sapphire blue, turned gray.
"Is anyone hurt?"
"I-I-I don't know, but there's screaming…and everyone's running everywhere!"
"You stay here." Barked the Head Boy. He grabbed his wand, and slipped on a loose dark blue button up shirt. He shook his hair into its skater style, and he ran out the door and down the hallway.
Okay, next chapter I think I'm gonna have them get locked in a room…..heehee, just like in Buffy! -Barad