Requiem for the past
Draco woke up from a knock on the door. He came out of his bed with a terrible headache; The Slytherins had held a party last night to celebrate his return and he had drunk a bit too many butterbeers, with alcohol of course.
He strolled to the door and opened it. It were his two bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle.
"What?" he asked annoyed.
"Euhm, Snape's here to see you." Goyle said, his eyes wide open for a reason that Draco didn't know.
"Tell him I'll be there in five minutes." he answered and he slammed the door shut.
Draco looked in the mirror and almost scared himself to death: his usual slick hair was all spiked up and he looked a mess, but that wasn't the thing that scared him the most. He was startled that his face was paler than usual and his lips had a shade of blue.
He quickly put some spells on his face and hair to look a bit better and left his room.
Snape was standing at the empty fireplace, looking at the crest of Slytherin above it.
"You wanted to see me, professor?" Draco asked.
Snape just nodded and indicated that he had to sit down, then he said: "I'll get to the point immediately: it's about your parents funeral."
Draco looked at his potionmaster and took a deep breath.
Snape paused for a second, then went on: "Since I'm your guardian, I received a letter from the ministry last night, saying that the funeral can be held today. Your father, you see, gets a memorial service since he was a member of the ministry."
"And my mother not?" Draco said angrily, "She's the one who deserves a memorial service, not that bastard!"
"Calm down, Draco, I know this upsets you, but he is and stays your father." Snape whispered.
"I don't have a father." Draco murmured.
Snape pretended that he hadn't heard that and said: "I thought you would think this way, that's why I've written a letter to the ministry to request that your mother gets a memorial service too. The minister wrote back that it would be arranged. The funeral will be held this afternoon. I'll wait for you in the hallway at 14.00pm, the funeral is at 15.00pm."
"Is that all?" Draco asked.
When Snape nodded, he stood up. He wanted to leave the Slytherin common room when suddenly, he got cold and shuddered.
"And why the hell doesn't any of you idiots make a damn fire?" he shouted to the other Slytherins, then left the common room.
Some Slytherins looked upset.
Snape told them not to listen to Draco and left the common room too. While he walked throught the corridor, he saw the image of Draco before his eyes again.He had clearly seen that pale skin and those blue lips beneath the spell. He hadn't told anything about it to the young Slytherin, because he was too anxious to tell the boy what was going on with him.
* * * * * * *
The funeral was like Draco had imagined: dark and sad. He had stood on one side of the coffins, together with Snape and Dumbledore, and on the other side stood half the ministry. No family, the Malfoy race was near extinction. Draco was happy that it rained, his tears could fall without the looks of compassion.
After what seemed like an eternity of receiving condolences, he left the burial place. He would go back to Malfoy Manor today, one last time, to get his stuff. He had decided to sell the manor, making him the richest wizard at Hogwarts. That's not why he sold it, he just couldn't live there anymore without being reminded to that horrible day.
* * * * * * *
"Shall I send someone to help you packing?" Dumbledore asked Draco.
"Yes, that would be helpful, thank you." he replied, while he took some floo-powder. He threw it in the fireplace of Dumbledore's office and said: "Malfoy Manor!"
He landed in a room, it was not in Malfoy Manor but in a cottage that was near the gates of his estate. His father had wanted it this way, so that no one could enter the manor without his permission. Draco went outside and walked to the gates, they were sealed with a chain. He put a charm on the chains and they disappeared. After walking the long way to the manor, he entered. The front door hadn't been fixed yet, so the large marble hallway was full with pieces of wood and leaves that had been blown inside.
Draco couldn't believe that he once lived here. It had only been a week and live had vanished already: There was dust everywhere, it was cold and no sounds of house-elves could be heard. They had been taken to Hogwarts.
Draco sighed and went up the stairs to his room. It was terrible to be here again, but then he remembered a good memory too: This is where he had kissed Hermione Granger for the first time. He closed his eyes for a second to see her image, when he heard someone calling his name. He walked to the top of the staircase and saw that it were Potter and his red-haired friend. Draco cursed inside, why did Dumbledore have to send these two?
"Shouldn't you be in class at the moment?" he asked Ron.
"No, Snape expelled me for helping Neville." Ron replied.
"So, what do we have to carry?" Harry asked.
"Follow me." Draco replied.
He took them into the long corridor, then he opened the door to the library and silmed inside when he saw Ron's expression. 'Waw!' Ron murmured to himself.
"You can carry those boxes there in the corner, Potter. Weasley, come with me." Draco said.
He left the library with Ron and took him to Hermione's guest room. When he was looking for something in the cupboard, Ron asked: "How rich are you exactly?"
"Without the profit of this house, I now own four vault at Gringrott's." Draco replied dryly.
Ron raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He studied the room and saw something interesting.
"You play chess?" he asked.
"Yes, you too?" Draco asked back.
Ron said 'yes' and looked fascinated at the board. It was made of fine oak with golden and silver chessman.
"You can have it." Draco said, when he saw Ron's expression.
"Really?" Ron asked bewildered.
"That's what I said," Draco replied, "Oh, there it is."
When Ron looked at the thing in Draco's hand, he said: "Isn't that Hermione's hairpin?"
"Yes." Draco replied, and he put the hairpin in his pocket. Then he gave a box to Ron to put the chessboard in.
Ron took the box and said: "This was Hermione's room, isn't it?"
Draco nodded.
Before he could stop himself, Ron asked: "Did she ever sleep with you?"
"You can carry those boxes over there." Draco replied.
Together with Ron, he walked back to the library in silence, where Harry was waiting for them.
* * * * * * *
Hermione was slowly getting irritated, she hadn't been near her sweet Slytherin since yesterday evening. And now, she had to wait for a whole hour since dinner was served.
"Seriously Hermione, smashing your potatoes to pieces is not going to bring you closer to Malfoy." Harry laughed.
She gave him a glare and smile, then her eyes went back to the Slytherin table, where a certain fair-haired boy was sitting, looking at her too.
Harry snorted and went back to discuss the subject of his life with Ron: Quidditch.
Hermione snorted too, the boy-who-lived was told, only ten minutes ago, that the attack on Voldemort would be tonight and all he could think of was Quidditch. Or maybe he just didn't want to think about the attack.
Draco rose from his seat, he couldn't eat anyway. He gave a signal to Hermione to give him five minutes. She smiled and nodded, she could understand him; It had been a tough day for him: a hard training with Harry in the morning and, above all, the funeral of his parents. She couldn't believe how strong he was.
Draco stood near the lake, looking at Hogwarts. Tonight he would leave this place, not knowing if he would ever come back. The Order of the Phoenix was well-organized, but so was Voldemort. It wouldn't surprise him if the Dark Lord still had a small army of Death Eaters.
He looked at his watch, the five minutes were up. He looked at Hogwarts again and saw his girl running over to him. He smiled, it was a fact that girls couldn't get enough of him. The difference this time was, that he couldn't get enough of her too.
Hermione was a bit too enthousiastic, she ran so fast that she bumped into him and fell right on top of him.
"Silly girl, you did that on purpose!" he said, pretending to be angry.
"Oh shut up, ferret boy! Why don't you just admit that you like it!" She replied, laughing.
"I admit it." he laughed.
Then, suddenly, he took her wrists and rolled on top of her.
"I'm afraid the roles have turned, Miss Granger." he grinned.
"I admit it," she laughed, "I like it." she giggled.
"Thought so." he said, and he leaned closer to kiss her passionately on the mouth.
Hermione put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, but she shouldn't have done that. They lost their balance and rolled off the hill into the lake. Lucky for them, it wasn't deep.
They look at each other with their eyes wide open, then burst out laughing.
"I'm very disappointed in your behaviour, Miss Granger." Draco said, doing a very good immitation of Snape.
Hermione played along and pouted. "I'm sorry sir, what must I do now?"
Draco signaled that she had to stand in front of him. Towering over her, he pretended that he wanted to kiss her, but he grabbed her waist and put her over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Miss Granger," he laughed, "But I don't want you to catch a cold.
He carried her all the way to the castle, where Harry had waited for them.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, lovebirds, but it's almost time to go." he smiled, a bit nervous of course. He was going to fight with Voldemort in about two hours, after all.
Draco let go of Hermione and pinched her playful in the waist, making her squeak. Then he went inside.
When Hermione went inside, together with Harry, she saw Draco descending the stairs to the dungeons.
Harry chuckled: "Euhm 'Mione, you got a bit of weed in your hair."
Hermione laughed too and took it out of her hair.
"So, are you ready to become the most famous wizard in history?" she asked.
"I already am," Harry laughed, "But I'm ready to become the most wanted and hottest wizard in history."
Hermione snorted.
"Don't you fear that there's a tiny chance that Malfoy can become the second 'hottest' wizard in history?" Harry smirked.
"He already is." Hermione replied, smiling broadly.
This time it was Harry's turn to snort.
Authors note: Oh dear, my exams will become a total disaster if I keep writing more than I study!!! Oh well... :-)
Draco woke up from a knock on the door. He came out of his bed with a terrible headache; The Slytherins had held a party last night to celebrate his return and he had drunk a bit too many butterbeers, with alcohol of course.
He strolled to the door and opened it. It were his two bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle.
"What?" he asked annoyed.
"Euhm, Snape's here to see you." Goyle said, his eyes wide open for a reason that Draco didn't know.
"Tell him I'll be there in five minutes." he answered and he slammed the door shut.
Draco looked in the mirror and almost scared himself to death: his usual slick hair was all spiked up and he looked a mess, but that wasn't the thing that scared him the most. He was startled that his face was paler than usual and his lips had a shade of blue.
He quickly put some spells on his face and hair to look a bit better and left his room.
Snape was standing at the empty fireplace, looking at the crest of Slytherin above it.
"You wanted to see me, professor?" Draco asked.
Snape just nodded and indicated that he had to sit down, then he said: "I'll get to the point immediately: it's about your parents funeral."
Draco looked at his potionmaster and took a deep breath.
Snape paused for a second, then went on: "Since I'm your guardian, I received a letter from the ministry last night, saying that the funeral can be held today. Your father, you see, gets a memorial service since he was a member of the ministry."
"And my mother not?" Draco said angrily, "She's the one who deserves a memorial service, not that bastard!"
"Calm down, Draco, I know this upsets you, but he is and stays your father." Snape whispered.
"I don't have a father." Draco murmured.
Snape pretended that he hadn't heard that and said: "I thought you would think this way, that's why I've written a letter to the ministry to request that your mother gets a memorial service too. The minister wrote back that it would be arranged. The funeral will be held this afternoon. I'll wait for you in the hallway at 14.00pm, the funeral is at 15.00pm."
"Is that all?" Draco asked.
When Snape nodded, he stood up. He wanted to leave the Slytherin common room when suddenly, he got cold and shuddered.
"And why the hell doesn't any of you idiots make a damn fire?" he shouted to the other Slytherins, then left the common room.
Some Slytherins looked upset.
Snape told them not to listen to Draco and left the common room too. While he walked throught the corridor, he saw the image of Draco before his eyes again.He had clearly seen that pale skin and those blue lips beneath the spell. He hadn't told anything about it to the young Slytherin, because he was too anxious to tell the boy what was going on with him.
* * * * * * *
The funeral was like Draco had imagined: dark and sad. He had stood on one side of the coffins, together with Snape and Dumbledore, and on the other side stood half the ministry. No family, the Malfoy race was near extinction. Draco was happy that it rained, his tears could fall without the looks of compassion.
After what seemed like an eternity of receiving condolences, he left the burial place. He would go back to Malfoy Manor today, one last time, to get his stuff. He had decided to sell the manor, making him the richest wizard at Hogwarts. That's not why he sold it, he just couldn't live there anymore without being reminded to that horrible day.
* * * * * * *
"Shall I send someone to help you packing?" Dumbledore asked Draco.
"Yes, that would be helpful, thank you." he replied, while he took some floo-powder. He threw it in the fireplace of Dumbledore's office and said: "Malfoy Manor!"
He landed in a room, it was not in Malfoy Manor but in a cottage that was near the gates of his estate. His father had wanted it this way, so that no one could enter the manor without his permission. Draco went outside and walked to the gates, they were sealed with a chain. He put a charm on the chains and they disappeared. After walking the long way to the manor, he entered. The front door hadn't been fixed yet, so the large marble hallway was full with pieces of wood and leaves that had been blown inside.
Draco couldn't believe that he once lived here. It had only been a week and live had vanished already: There was dust everywhere, it was cold and no sounds of house-elves could be heard. They had been taken to Hogwarts.
Draco sighed and went up the stairs to his room. It was terrible to be here again, but then he remembered a good memory too: This is where he had kissed Hermione Granger for the first time. He closed his eyes for a second to see her image, when he heard someone calling his name. He walked to the top of the staircase and saw that it were Potter and his red-haired friend. Draco cursed inside, why did Dumbledore have to send these two?
"Shouldn't you be in class at the moment?" he asked Ron.
"No, Snape expelled me for helping Neville." Ron replied.
"So, what do we have to carry?" Harry asked.
"Follow me." Draco replied.
He took them into the long corridor, then he opened the door to the library and silmed inside when he saw Ron's expression. 'Waw!' Ron murmured to himself.
"You can carry those boxes there in the corner, Potter. Weasley, come with me." Draco said.
He left the library with Ron and took him to Hermione's guest room. When he was looking for something in the cupboard, Ron asked: "How rich are you exactly?"
"Without the profit of this house, I now own four vault at Gringrott's." Draco replied dryly.
Ron raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He studied the room and saw something interesting.
"You play chess?" he asked.
"Yes, you too?" Draco asked back.
Ron said 'yes' and looked fascinated at the board. It was made of fine oak with golden and silver chessman.
"You can have it." Draco said, when he saw Ron's expression.
"Really?" Ron asked bewildered.
"That's what I said," Draco replied, "Oh, there it is."
When Ron looked at the thing in Draco's hand, he said: "Isn't that Hermione's hairpin?"
"Yes." Draco replied, and he put the hairpin in his pocket. Then he gave a box to Ron to put the chessboard in.
Ron took the box and said: "This was Hermione's room, isn't it?"
Draco nodded.
Before he could stop himself, Ron asked: "Did she ever sleep with you?"
"You can carry those boxes over there." Draco replied.
Together with Ron, he walked back to the library in silence, where Harry was waiting for them.
* * * * * * *
Hermione was slowly getting irritated, she hadn't been near her sweet Slytherin since yesterday evening. And now, she had to wait for a whole hour since dinner was served.
"Seriously Hermione, smashing your potatoes to pieces is not going to bring you closer to Malfoy." Harry laughed.
She gave him a glare and smile, then her eyes went back to the Slytherin table, where a certain fair-haired boy was sitting, looking at her too.
Harry snorted and went back to discuss the subject of his life with Ron: Quidditch.
Hermione snorted too, the boy-who-lived was told, only ten minutes ago, that the attack on Voldemort would be tonight and all he could think of was Quidditch. Or maybe he just didn't want to think about the attack.
Draco rose from his seat, he couldn't eat anyway. He gave a signal to Hermione to give him five minutes. She smiled and nodded, she could understand him; It had been a tough day for him: a hard training with Harry in the morning and, above all, the funeral of his parents. She couldn't believe how strong he was.
Draco stood near the lake, looking at Hogwarts. Tonight he would leave this place, not knowing if he would ever come back. The Order of the Phoenix was well-organized, but so was Voldemort. It wouldn't surprise him if the Dark Lord still had a small army of Death Eaters.
He looked at his watch, the five minutes were up. He looked at Hogwarts again and saw his girl running over to him. He smiled, it was a fact that girls couldn't get enough of him. The difference this time was, that he couldn't get enough of her too.
Hermione was a bit too enthousiastic, she ran so fast that she bumped into him and fell right on top of him.
"Silly girl, you did that on purpose!" he said, pretending to be angry.
"Oh shut up, ferret boy! Why don't you just admit that you like it!" She replied, laughing.
"I admit it." he laughed.
Then, suddenly, he took her wrists and rolled on top of her.
"I'm afraid the roles have turned, Miss Granger." he grinned.
"I admit it," she laughed, "I like it." she giggled.
"Thought so." he said, and he leaned closer to kiss her passionately on the mouth.
Hermione put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, but she shouldn't have done that. They lost their balance and rolled off the hill into the lake. Lucky for them, it wasn't deep.
They look at each other with their eyes wide open, then burst out laughing.
"I'm very disappointed in your behaviour, Miss Granger." Draco said, doing a very good immitation of Snape.
Hermione played along and pouted. "I'm sorry sir, what must I do now?"
Draco signaled that she had to stand in front of him. Towering over her, he pretended that he wanted to kiss her, but he grabbed her waist and put her over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Miss Granger," he laughed, "But I don't want you to catch a cold.
He carried her all the way to the castle, where Harry had waited for them.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, lovebirds, but it's almost time to go." he smiled, a bit nervous of course. He was going to fight with Voldemort in about two hours, after all.
Draco let go of Hermione and pinched her playful in the waist, making her squeak. Then he went inside.
When Hermione went inside, together with Harry, she saw Draco descending the stairs to the dungeons.
Harry chuckled: "Euhm 'Mione, you got a bit of weed in your hair."
Hermione laughed too and took it out of her hair.
"So, are you ready to become the most famous wizard in history?" she asked.
"I already am," Harry laughed, "But I'm ready to become the most wanted and hottest wizard in history."
Hermione snorted.
"Don't you fear that there's a tiny chance that Malfoy can become the second 'hottest' wizard in history?" Harry smirked.
"He already is." Hermione replied, smiling broadly.
This time it was Harry's turn to snort.
Authors note: Oh dear, my exams will become a total disaster if I keep writing more than I study!!! Oh well... :-)