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Draco's Anxiety

I paced nervously back and forth in the common room. Curse Potter. Why him of all people? Why him of all people? Would Wormtail tell him my…secrets? No one can know! Especially not Potter. He thinks he has it so terrible. He thinks it's torture going home every summer because his muggles treat him like a filthy cockroach. Well, at least his parents don't torture him. I sighed. There had to be away to get the diary back from Potter. There just HAD to.

"Malfoy!" Snape was approaching me. What was he here for?

"Yes sir?"

"I wanted to know if you had taken into account the offer I made you." Advanced potions! I had totally forgotten.

"Umm, yes. Yes I had," I lied easily.

"Well?"

"I will take you up on that offer." I smiled to myself as Snape left. Now I had something else to wave in perfect Potter's face. I returned to my worries. How in the hell could I get that accursed book from the imbecile that was Potter. I drummed my fingers on the table. I could get help from someone. I could ask Snape to demand it back for me. But then Potter would know it was mine…if he hadn't already found out. I sighed. Who was Wormtail really? Would he be a rat and give away all my secrets? What would Potter do with it? Luckily it didn't have my name on it.

Then it hit me. What if Potter gave away all his deep, dark secrets to that little book? No. Probably not. He'd be more cautious after that whole bit with Tom Riddle. Though I must say, Voldemort has proven clever. Not clever enough. His failures have caused me pain that he can't imagine.

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" I heard Lucius yell at a young boy. He had blonde hair that was combed back neatly, and his pale skin went white with fear. Lucius slapped the boy across the face. He screamed. I saw Narcissa standing there watching with cold eyes. Lucius kicked the boy, who sprawled in front of the fireplace. Narcissa ran to Lucius, comforting him, cooing soothingly. The boy sat up slowly, stifling tears. They came anyway. He got up, sniveling. Lucius whipped around and threw the boy to the ground again.

"Look at you!" he screamed, "Look at him Narcissa! He's nothing but cowardly weakling!" Lucius' face was turning red. "You're nothing but a worm! LEAVE NOW!" The boy scrambled to his feet and ran to his room. He shut the door quietly, and then threw himself onto his bead and sobbed uncontrollably.

I shuddered. That boy was me. That was me when I got home after my first year, and Potter had triumphed over Voldemort again.

My next class was potions, double potions, thankfully. It seemed sometimes that Snape was the only adult who cared about me at all. I grabbed my books and hurried to the dungeons. Crabbe and Goyle must have already left. Unfortunate. They'd probably get lost again. I took my seat next to Pansy. We sat near enough to the Gryffindors so that we could taunt them.

Potter came in and sat at the bench next to me with Weasley by his side. Granger sat behind them. I stifled a laugh when Longbottom sat with her. She'd be occupied this period giving that thick-skulled idiot all the answers. I stole a glance at Potter's bags. The diary! Now all I had to do was find some way to get it before he saw me take it. I had two whole periods to do it. I smiled. It was going to be a good day.

Professor Snape stalked in exactly on time as usual. He shut the door loudly and made his way through the front of the room.

"Today we will be reading about the werewolf." Groans rippled through the classroom. I smiled. Werewolves were an interesting topic. I looked to see Potter glaring at Snape. Granger raised her hand. I rolled my eyes.

"Granger."

"Professor, what do werewolves have to do with potions?" Snape had taught us a little bit about werewolves when he filled in for Professor Lupin in our third year. We were sixth years now.

"I was getting there. You will have learned that humans make this change because they are bitten by another werewolf. I'm going to teach you how to cure that, since there have been reports of werewolves in the Dark Forest. I trust that you will not go near there…" he paused as he glared at Potter, Weasley and Granger, "but Professor Dumbledore has asked me to take precautions. First, you will read about this topic in your books, then I will give you the ingredients and you will begin making your potions. Questions?" Granger raised her had again. "What now Granger?"

"I've already read that chapter, could I…"

"You will read it again." Snape turned and began grading papers. Potter was passing notes to Ron. I purposely dropped my quill beside Potter's bag. Snape looked up.

"Is there some disturbance?"

"Sorry sir," I said innocently, "I dropped my quill." Snape nodded and resumed his work. Potter payed no attention, and I scooped up my quill and the diary. Once I put that safely into my bag, I began reading. It wasn't very long, and when I was done, I went up to Snape. Granger was already there. I rolled my eyes.

"You only get one try. Don't mess this up." Granger sighed and returned to her seat.

"Ahh. Draco. I'll give you the ingredients. I trust you'll know how to mix them." I nodded. I looked over the directions. This potion was slightly more complicated than others I'd encountered, but didn't seem to difficult. I was almost done when I noticed Granger hissing instructions in Longbottom's ear. I looked up to see Snape rise from his seat, scowling.

Class ended soon afterwards. I raced back to the dormitories and opened the diary. It was time to figure out what exactly Potter had been doing while the diary was in his possesion.

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