Chapter 23
Draco walked slowly through the snow. His head was down and all who saw him thought, 'hey, that guy must be having a bad day.' If only they knew his story.
He was a man lost in love. A man who gave up everything to be with that one special person that made him complete. If only she made it that simple. You see, his love, was a woman of strong beliefs. She believed in something so great she would not change her mind about it and after he had hurt her immensely she had decided enough was enough.
He didn't know what to do anymore. He was lost.
He didn't know how but he found himself standing in front of his class the next day. His body had been on automatic and had moved without his mind. He had no clue as to what he had been discussing before.
"Where were we?" he asked a girl in the front row.
She shot her hand up eagerly and stood up and flashed a smile.
"Mister Malfoy. We are in chapter 1: the curses used in defensive and offensive techniques and its histories. You were just going through the Patronous spell which you described would ward off Dementors and would save us from their side effects.' She recited.
She had clearly memorized the book.
He couldn't help but remember Hermione. She used to love school so much and studied so hard to keep her grades at the top.
"Yes." He said and smiled at the girl.
"Now has anyone seen a patronous?" he asked the class.
Everyone shook their heads except for one boy with blonde hair and blue eyes that reminded himself of someone he knew.
"Yes? You there." He said gesturing for the boy to stand.
"Yes sir?" the boy asked in a snotty tone.
"Have you seen a patronous?" he asked.
"Only mudbloods and idiots like the rest of the class haven't seen a patronous. I, on the other hand, was smart enough to know what it is and see it before my very eyes demonstrated by a licensed auror." The boy sneered.
Yes, definitely him. That boy was the exact copy of himself in his early Hogwarts years.
Draco just smirked at him and the boy smirked back in return.
"Have you ever performed the Patronous, Mr..?"
"Lois. My name is Parker Lois. And no sir. I was under the impression it was needed of high magical skill that I am not yet privileged to gain since I am still in need of a couple of years in school." He answered in the same snotty voice.
"Well, I have." Draco told the class.
"And… Do any of you know Ms. Hermione Granger?" he asked the class.
Most of them nodded.
"She performed it when she was fifteen. I believe you all know Harry Potter who performed it when he was thirteen." He told the class.
They didn't seem to believe him.
"But sir; wasn't it illegal to teach a student of thirteen the patronous? If not, then why aren't we learning it yet? We are in fifth year." The girl in the front asked.
"It was in special circumstances then." Draco told them.
"Could you please teach us?" a boy in the back asked.
"I will but I need a volunteer…" all hands in the classroom lifted up and Draco looked around.
There was one boy who didn't raise his hand and was slightly cowering under his desk.
"You over there." Draco called the boy.
The boy gulped and stood abruptly resulting to the chair falling to the ground.
"Y-yes s-sir?" he asked nervously.
"What is your name?" Draco asked kindly.
"P-Patrick. P-Patrick S-zSpencer." The boy answered.
"Come up front." He ordered.
The boy did as he was told and stood in front of Draco.
Draco leaned down and whispered something in the boys' ear.
The rest of the class was trying to listen in and were leaning on their desks.
Once he was through, Draco stood up to full height and asked the boy if he was ready.
The boy nodded slightly nervously.
"Go." Draco ordered.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Patrick shouted.
Now this would seem like ordinary spell casting but the thing of it was, Patrick had his eyes closed and showered the whole class in a white mist.
Everyone 'oohed' and 'aahhed'.
"Thank you Patrick." Draco told the boy.
"Now that wasn't a completely accurate Patronous but it is a very good one considering it was his first time." Draco told the class.
Draco positioned himself and raised his wand.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Draco shouted and a white dragon began hovering around the classroom.
Everyone clapped.
"Now that is the patronous." Draco told the class.
Then a bell sounded.
"Okay class, no homework for today but please try the patronous on your own. If you need to know how I performed then ask Mr. Spencer here or consult your book." Draco called after the group.
He then sat down on his desk.
It was to be the weekend the next day and he wanted to do something for Hermione.
He hadn't seen her for more than a day now. He was worried and wanted to see her.
Suddenly there was a knock on his door.
He looked up.
A woman was standing there.
"May I help you?" he asked.
"I sure hope so." She smiled.
"What might be troubling you?" he asked.
"Well, you see I am looking for a mister Malfoy. He is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts here." She told him.
"I am Draco Malfoy." He told her.
"Oh! Draco! I didn't recognize you! You look great!" she smiled hugging him.
He tried to peel her away.
"Um… who are you?" he asked her.
"Oh! You don't recognize me! It's me! Millicent!" she told him.
That woman could not be Millicent. Millicent Bulstrode was big boned had a whack of curly reddish brown hair and looked like a huge male drunkard with long hair. She was Pansy's second in command. And if memory served him, she fancied him in their Hogwarts days.
This woman was thin, had blonde hair, and looked Petite. She also looked to be slightly more independent then Millicent.
"You can't be Millicent." He told her.
"But I am!" she giggled. "I got my hair done and finally lost all my baby fat!" she smiled.
"but… you seem so different!" Draco told her.
"Well, I did go to a muggle rehabilitation center. They do all sorts of stupid things in there that made me realize, hey, I can do better then them because of my magic so why would I listen to others like me? I am independent and strong!" she shouted.
To Draco it sounded like she memorized an info packet but you never know.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her.
"I just wanted to say…" she broke off in tears.
Draco went over to her and handed his handkerchief to her.
She took it and blew her nose.
She handed it back to him but he declined and said, "No. You keep it."
"You're so sweet!" she cried.
She smiled up at him but in the back of his mind he was thinking along the lines of 'Why would anyone want that handkerchief after you blew your snot all over it?'
"Now why are you here again?" he asked her.
"I just wanted to say… Oh Draco! I love you!" she screamed and pounced in him.
She placed her cold and slightly run over with snot lips on his.
He tried to push her away but this only made him slip on a misplaced quill of a student and fall with her attacking his lips.
They were in a weird position of Draco lying down on the floor while Millicent was straddling him and attacking his lips. He kept trying to push her but it only looked like he was trying to 'enjoy' her in a better angle.
And what perfect timing.
Hermione had just entered the room.
Authors Note:
I never like Millicent.
Never have and never will. Hope you liked the change of events! More to come soon!