CHAPTER4
Back to yesterday night 2 am
Draco woke. He sat up in his bed not realising where he was. For a couple of moments he tried to recall what he saw. It came to him…he was kissing Granger, slightly nibbling her skin…yew, how gross was that, making out with this know-it-all bookworm….
"It surprisingly felt good", he thought, but quickly he brushed the thought away. What was he thinking having thoughts about that mudblood? Why her, of all the people, someone more socially acceptable? All of the Slytherin chicks were his if he wanted but now he was with Pansy… hm… she was okay…. maybe even you could call her cute…. but with that permanent sneer on her face she looked quite ugly… Granger can't be pretty; she is a bookworm after all… "Why am I thinking about her, anyway?" He lay back on his bed putting his hands under his head. Moonlight was streaming into his window. He stared at the shadows of trees playing on his bedroom floor. He didn't feel sleepy. He needed to do something to keep himself from thinking about everything. Draco decided to go downstairs and have a midnight snack, so he got out of his bed and went towards the stairs and looked around the silent mansion. It was enormous, not quite a castle but not an ordinary house, 3 stories high with an Owlery, not like in Hogwarts of course. Malfoys had about a dozen different owls so no one would notice the same owl going to and fro carrying letters to someone.
"Hmph… I wonder what mudblood's house is like and what is she doing right now…". Again Granger in his thoughts. He wondered was she ever thinking about him in other way than bad… "What does it matter, she hates me, and I don't care…and I hate her… at least I hope I do…" Still thinking about Hermione he went down the two flights of stairs (his room was at the 3rd floor). In the living room he heard voices, his father and some other people. Deatheaters, he assumed. They were talking quietly about something the Dark Lord wanted them to do. Draco stood and listened for some time before the Deatheaters and his father noticed him.
"Draco… how long have you been standing here?"
"For some time", Draco answered calmly.
"Answer me when I address you, boy", Lucius Malfoy hissed at him.
"Oh, I didn't hear anything if that is what you are afraid of…"
"I am not afraid of anything, you little brat", he was becoming quiet annoyed with his son. "Now, you are lucky that I am in a good mood today…We have some important… let's say business coming up, so we are going to be away with your mother…"
"And were will I remain?" asked Draco uncertainly.
"I decided to leave you in the Leakey Cauldron…"
"But, father, won't that be a disgrace for a Malfoy to stay in that filthy half-breed place, and for how long must I remain there?" Draco was angry.
"I said that you'll stay there and you will… the rest of your summer", Malfoy saw that Draco wanted to say something but before the boy could, the elder Malfoy added, "And don't you dare argue with that!"
Draco sighed. This wasn't what he would like to be doing the rest of the summer, sitting in some dirty room and doing nothing. "Like I was doing something here", said a voice in his mind.
"Now, you go to sleep, tomorrow you would better get up early and pack because I won't be sitting around, waiting for you all day to get ready", said Draco's father. "Understood?"
"Yes, father", answered Draco obediently, he wanted to stay out of trouble, but he couldn't help muttering under his breath. "Whatever…"
And before his father could say something else to him, he hurriedly went up the stairs into his room, forgetting all about the purpose of his trip downstairs.