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Chapter Two: Chocolate frogs and Mood Swings
Draco sat miserably on the Hogwarts Express, staring dully out one of its many windows. Unfortunately it was a very bleak, gray, and rainy day out there. Drip… drip… drop… splat….splat… Raindrops thudded all on the train, lulling him nearly to sleep. It seemed that there was no end to the vast abyss of darkness. Draco yawned and stretched his arms a bit. You know, it was sort of depressing, really. He frowned. What about the flowers? And the animals? Were they out there, getting soaked to death? And the Sun! What about the sun? You know, it wouldn't be half so bad out there if there was just the teeniest bit of sunshine peaking through the clouds. A single ray would do. But he felt certain that no rays were peaking through the incredibly thick clouds. They were suffocating the sun, quenching its warmth and light. Suddenly the handsome Slytherin clutched his stomach and grimaced. He felt like someone had just pricked him with a freshly sharpened quill, just above the navel. It bloody hurt. A rather odd, dull, numb sort of pain was slowly seeping its way through his belly. Draco couldn't help it- the pain was agonizing. He groaned and fell to the floor, clutching his stomach. Crabe and Goyle noticed and instantly crept down to try and help him.
"You all right there, Draco?" Goyle asked, "You don't look like you're feeling all right." Draco groaned again and rolled over so that he was facing Goyle.
" Ugh, I'm fine! I swear, I'm just feeling a bit ill; that's all." he lied. Goyle looked concerned.
"It could be the train. Did you know, my mum gets sick on trains a lot? But usually a chocolate or two helps her feel better-"
Obviously, thought Draco. By the looks of it, his mum must be eating about fifty chocolate bars a day.
"-do you want a chocolate?" Goyle finished. Draco rolled his eyes angrily and pulled himself up.
"No, I do not want a bloody chocolate! And I'm feeling fine, thank you very much. Now stop pestering me!" he yelled. Goyle looked at him dejectedly, a bit hurt by Draco's harsh words. But he knew better to mess with the boy when he was in a fowl mood- which he certainly seemed to be in at the moment. Goyle was dumb, but not that dumb. Instead, he shut his mouth and proceeded to wolf down three or four chocolate frogs.
After dusting himself off a bit, Draco sighed and turned back to his window. Back to the depressing bleakness. Merlin, what was wrong with him? Sure, Goyle was being obnoxious, but he usually didn't mind his idiotic rambling so much. He was acting very peculiar. In fact, he felt very peculiar. His stomach felt like someone had hit him twice with a buldger and then proceeded to hex him till his guts spurted from his bellybutton. Perhaps it was something he ate. What all had he had in Hogsmeade? Well one or two butterbeers. Actually quite a few of them. Oh, and the Toffee. Briefly he wondered if it was the Toffee. But he quickly dismissed the idea. No toffee could make a person feel like their spleens had been torn in two. Perhaps some more food would dull the pain. He sighed and turned around to ask Crabe for a bag of Bertie Botts Every flavor beans.
"Hey, Crabe, can you hand me a bag of Bertie Botts Every Favored Bans?" he asked politely. Politely and coolly. He was still a bit sore that Crabe and Goyle had seen him fall to the floor, like some baby. He loathed it when he had a moment of weakness. Crabe shook his head and gestured over to several empty bean bags.
"Sorry mate- all out. Want anything else?" Draco rolled his eyes. Of course, the two had already pigged out on all the good stuff.
"Got any Acid Pops?" he reluctantly asked- he had really wanted that damn bag of beans.
"Sorry, all out of them too." Crabe apologized. Draco sneered at him, suddenly furious.
"Got anything at all that you two haven't eaten? For Merlins sake, I've never seen two people, two bloody people, wolf down as much as you two have right now!"
Crabe glanced at him, a bit hurt. What was up with Draco? Not that the boy wasn't ever nice to him, but usually he tried to stay off their large bulk. It was a very sensitive subject for the two husky boys. He shrugged his shoulders. Maybe he had another row with his dad- Crabe wouldn't be surprised.
"Err, we've got two Chocolate Frogs left. Want one of them?" he asked, handing Draco the small box. Draco stared at it a while, then finally took it. It was better than nothing. Then, slowly he opened the box. A small brown frog jumped out of it. Draco watched it. The frog chirped at him, then blinked its eyes. That made Draco smile, it looked sort of cute. He watched as it roamed around on his knee. Then it stared at Draco for a moment, before hopping down to the floor. Draco picked it up lovingly- yes, that's right, lovingly, and set it down on his knee. The chocolate cocked its head at him, chirped again and sort of cooed at him. Then things got really weird. Draco, whom had never once in his life had a pet to love, began to pet the frog. Chocolate got all over his hands, but he didn't seem to mind in the least. Goyle rolled his eyes, clearly baffled by his friends odd behavior. What really annoyed him though, was that Draco was wasting a perfectly good frog.
"Well, if your not going to eat it- I sure bloody will." he said, scooping up the little froggy and biting off its head. Draco gaped and stared at him, utterly horrified.
"What the bloody hell do you think your doing, you pig!?!" he screamed, lunging at Goyle. Goyle swallowed the frog and leaned back so Draco couldn't reach him.
"Hey, calm down mate, it was just a Chocolate Frog. Here, here's another one." He said, and handed Draco the last package. Draco stared it, tears welling up in his gray eyes.
"It only had one good jump in him! IT NEVER GOT TO HAVE ITS ONE GOOD JUMP! Because you ate him! Why did you eat him? He was a little innocent frog! What did he ever do to you?" he sputtered furoiusly. Goyle and Crabe stared at each other.
"Err, come on Draco. You can have this one." Crabe offered the last frog again. Draco slapped it out of his hands, sending it across the room.
"NO! I will not eat an innocent creature you fat, pigheaded little MONSTER! That frog did absolutely nothing to you! But you ate it! How would feel, if someone packaged and ate you without a second thought? Huh? How would you feel!" he cried.
"Well, I suppose I've never thought of it that way…." Crabe responded, trying to soothe Draco down. Unfortunately, it did not have the desired effect. When riled up, Draco Malfoy could not be soothed down.
"That's right, you fat ball of lard- you DIDN'T think! I mean, you could have in the very least let him have his last jump! Are you really that cruel and inhumane? IT STILL HAD ONE LAST GOOD JUMP IN HIM!" he accused, waving his arms about. Crabe was horrified. He watched as Dracos eyes welled up with tears and he collapsed into his seat, sobbing.
What the-? Crabe thought. Draco had curled up into a small ball and was rocking back and forth. Crabe and Goyle were mortified. What the heck was going on? Why was Draco acting like this? It was beyond their teeny brains to comprehend. They sat and watched as their friend, a person who they extremely admired, sobbed his eyes out. It was very un-nerving.
"What should we do?" Goyle asked after a while.
"I dunno. Try and comfort him?" Crabe suggested. Goyle's eyes widened and he shook his head rapidly.
"No, that would just get him angrier. For Merlin's sake, it was only a candy frog!" he gaped. Meanwhile. while Goyle and Crabe were wondering what they should do; Draco was drying his eyes.
"Draco…. It was just a stupid bit of candy, ok?" Crabe tried to tell him as the teary-eyed Slytherin stood up and headed for the door.
"That's just what I would expect to hear from a ball of candy like you! Now, I'm leaving! If I can't sit and have a civilized conversation with my 'friends' then I'm not setting with them at ALL!" he declared. He was so angry that he could have killed them both on the spot. Then, before they could say anything he left. The two watched, dumbfounded, as Draco slammed the door behind him.
"What was THAT all about?" Crabe finally asked, breaking the awkward and uncomfortable silence.
"I don't know. Bloody hell, he was crying over a chocolate frog!" Goyle added. Both shook their heads.
"Hey, Crabe, think I can have that last one chocolate?" Goyle asked a bit uncertiantly. Crabe nodded and Goyle picked up the sweet from its spot on the floor where Draco had thrown it. As he unwrapped it, Crabe muttered something.
"Whats that?" Goyle asked. Crabe frowned and gestured to the door.
"Just saying that if I didn't know better, I'd say it was PMS or something…"
Both boys cracked up at that one- the mere thought of Draco having PMS was too hilarious to bear.
Draco thudded down the hallway, his coat flowing behind him as walked past all the compartment doors. What had just happened in there? He frowned and sank to the floor next to the nearest compartment. It was like he was going mad… could he be going mad? He rested his head on a nearby compartment and closed his eyes. He was acting like some child. What had he said?
'it only had one good jump in it'?
Oh Merlin. He was going mad. Really, he was considering the idea. Or was it just his stomach bothering him? Actually, now that he thought about it, it didn't feel too bad now. If he hadn't of known how bad it had hurt earlier, he would have sworn that it was fine. What was going on? Besides the fact that his stomach had mystery healed and that he, Mr. Perfectly Cool, had just cried over a bloody Chocolate frog. The world was going upside down.He felt sure that if he asked someone, they would tell him that Harry Potter had become flamboyantly gay and married Ron Wesley. Or that Granger had suddenly taken a huge dose of beauty potion and become decent looking. He chuckled slightly. Yep, that would be the day. Suddenly the door he was supporting himself on slid inward and Draco fell flat on his back. It took him a moment or so to gather his bearings- he had hit his head bloody damn hard!
Finally he realized that he was staring at a pair of shoes- several pairs in fact. Slowly, he lifted up his head- only do lay it lack down again. Why? WHY? Of all the bloody compartments to fall into, why theirs? Hermione Granger stared down at him like a huge Dragon towering above its small (defenseless) prey. She glared at him and reached instinctively for her wand. Draco gulped.
"Draco Malfoy, what exactly do you think your doing?" she asked in her prissy- know -it- all- voice.
Draco smirked, and replied tartly, "Well, isn't it perfectly obvious? I'm laying on the floor of your compartment." His words received their desired effect. Hermione looked flustered and scowled at him. He could have sworn her bushy brown hair was even starting to smoke…
"Think you're funny, do you? I meant 'how' you came about to be where you are." she retorted icily. Damn… he was going to have think quick…
"Err, well, I believe that I was walking near here when I fell on your compartment, and then you so rudely opened your door, leaving me to fall helplessly on your floor." Draco replied, spinning the story as he went on. Thank Merlin that the Malfoys could be excellent liars when they wanted to be. Besides, no way was he going to give Granger the satisfaction of knowing the truth- saying that might just make her day. She eyed him skeptically for a few minutes before accepting his explanation. While she pondered, Draco took a moment or two to survey the other members inside.
Ha! Loony Lovegood. Weasel one, ewh- Weasel Two,… and oh my gosh, is that Neville? And is he holding hands with Weasel number two? He grinned. Wonder if Ron sees? Unfortunately, Ron did just happen to glance at their hands.
"Ginny?" he asked incredulously. The readhead blushed and slid her hand from Neville's.
"Err…." was all she could manage to say. Ron turned beet red and preceded to chew out Neville. Draco chuckled (earning him a hateful glare from Hermione). Perhaps things were heating up a bit.
"How can you? My SISTER? For Merlin's sake Neville, that's my sister!" Ron screamed. Neville bit his lip. You could tell he was trying to work up a good excuse.
"Um… we were just talking… right Gin?" he asked Ginny with a meaningful look. Wow. Wonderful lie. Could charm a dragon, that one could. Unfortunately the boy lacked Draco's gift of deception. He watched, amused as Ginny nodded her head enthusiastically. She made it out as if that were completely true- which everyone could plainly see that it wasn't.
"Yeah…talking." she confirmed. Ron didn't buy it. Only smart decision the boy ever made in his life.
"Talking? Yeah right. And Gin?!? Neville, since when did I allow you to call my little sister Gin?!? I don't believe that I ever gave you permission!" Ron raged, throwing up his hands in exasperation. Draco chuckled.
"Lay off him Ron! Why just the other day I saw you and Hermione snogging your heads off in the dormitory!" Ginny accused, turning the subject on him. Is this true? Mudblood snogging Weasel? Draco glanced at Hermione, and was amused to see that she had turned a bright shade of scarlet.
"Well… well, I'm older than you! And Ginny, for Merlin's sake, we're going out! You and Neville …." Realization dawned on Ron's face in the form of scarlet anger. "What? WHAT?!? Ginny, please tell me that you aren't going out with him!" He yelled. Frankly, Draco expected him to start foaming from the mouth at any moment.
Damn. Now poor Harry will have to revel in his abnormal gay love for Ron alone, Draco thought.
"So Granger. Finally decided that you're ready to lower yourself to the level of the Weasel? I'm shocked. I thought that you were so much smarter than that. But, I suppose that trash and trash go along together, right?" He smirked. Hermione turned to him, her bushy hair- wait. Her hair wasn't bushy anymore, it was… wavy. Her eyes flashed at him.
"Who the bloody hell do you think you are Malfoy? What business of yours is it who I date?" she told him, through gritted teeth. The room went silent. Ron momentarily forgot about his sisters love affair with the schools very own village idiot and stared openmouthed at Hermione, and himself. Meanwhile Draco was feeling very irritated. Who was she to talk to him like that?
"Oh, don't think I don't care. I do, really. After all, its not everyday that you see two people so disgusting, so undesirable, so screwed up come together. I think it's a historical event. Potty, please, tell me you have a camera! I want to install this moment in my memory forever. Oh, and Granger, don't grind your teeth. It makes your unpleasant face, even more disturbing to look at. Very unflattering." He told her. Despite the anger rising in his head from her earlier comment, he managed to keep himself cool and casual. Another wonderful Malfoy trait. However, some people don't appreciate Dracos unique gift… people like Hermione for instance. Hermione hissed at him, much like a cat would to a dog. Very unladylike, Draco mused to himself. Ron began to look very nervous.
Draco's eyes narrowed as Hermiones love-bird came to her defense. Or rather, tried to. Ron walked up to her, and threw his arm about her shoulder.
"Shove it Pretty Boy. No one here cares about your crap. So take it somewhere else. Preferably up your arse." He said in a very fake-casual voice. Draco just laughed. It was a bit forced though. Weasel had hit a nerve. No one calls Draco Malfoy 'Pretty Boy' and gets away with it.
"Oh, I'm so scared!" He mocked. "And obviously, someone cares," he gestured to Hermione, "Or your little girlfriend here wouldn't be so upset. Please, do tell me that you two aren't planning on having any children in the near future. We have enough filth in this school, without you adding to it. Merlin knows your children would be screwed from the off. With her attitude and looks, and your intelligence- or rather lack of- why, I almost feel sorry for the poor creatures. Please, if it ever does happen… shoot the kids and put them (as well as the rest of the Wizzarding community) out of its misery. Hey, why not just end it all now? I'm sure we'll all be much better off without you, right? Well, except Potty. He might cry a bit. But then, Potty's used to crying, right? Went off and killed his Godfather, didn't he? Oh…and if it weren't for him, wouldn't his parents be alive?" Draco clicked his tongue. "You know, if it weren't for your looks and fitly blood… I just might be interested Granger. To bad though. Such a waste of smarts. Clearly, your parents weren't thinking when they conceived you, were they? An accident, were you? Well, you certainly look like one. Should have killed them to…" However, Draco never got to finish his cruel speech. Ron, whom had been holding Hermione back for most of this time, could no longer do so. She broke free from his grasp and ran towards Draco, and slapped him. The loud echoing SMACK! could be heard by every member in the room. Draco winced and put his hand to his already red cheek. He tried to stop it, but he could feel his eyes already watering. Then he looked at Hermione. Her hair was flying in all directions, her eyes wild and suddenly blood shot. She looked like Bloody Hell. And that scared Draco. There was a glint in her eye that he had seen only once before- when she had hit him in their third year. But this was worse. Much worse. Hermione was shaking with uncontrollable anger. He winced as she took another step toward him.
"You think your something else, don't you Pretty Boy? Your crap don't stink? Face it Malfoy, your act is getting old. Its really loosing its desired effect. Your just pushing the same shit in a different colored wrapper, that's all. Hey, get this. Oh, your going to love hearing this. You know, Voldemort, right? The guy your Daddy works for? Well, get this: Your precious little Voldie, is a Half-blood. Yes, you heard me right, HALF-BLOOD. His dad left him when his mum told him her about being a witch and all. Then, she died giving birth to the bastard. Sound familiar? Guess not. Well, let me continued. So little Voldie, so ashamed of his dirty past decided to change his name, right? From Tom Marvalo Riddle to Lord Voldemort. Hey, you know what's really neat? Tom Marvalo Riddle is an anagram of I Am Lord Voldemort. Funny, huh? Everything you've been taught about the purity of blood is a lie. All of it. The very man you worship is no more than a filthy Mudblood. Ironic, isn't it? Oh, and your Daddy knows too. They all know. Of course, you don't though. Want to know why? Because your just another pawn in Voldemorts sick game. Your father would kill you if it were asked of him- you know that too. As for your referring to my parentage… take a peek at yours. Your Mum was quite the whore in her day, wasn't she? For all you know you might just have some dirty blood in you yourself. She only married your father because they wanted to keep the 'pure' blood flowing. Or, that's what she says. I'm sure he just got her knocked up, and you know, married her because it was the 'right thing to do'. She doesn't even love you, does she? That's why you pick on me. Because you're lonely. You don't have any real friends, do you? Except the two blokes your Daddy pays to pretend to like you, right? You're only mean to Harry because your jealous of him. He took all your precious glory, didn't he? The Boy Who Lived is more famous then the Slytherin Prince. Is that it? Your parents talk about him more than they do you. Let me ask, do they ever ask about how your day was? No. I bet they ask what Harry Potter did today, and what Harry Potter got into trouble for. You build your whole life on beating Harry. What kind of a pathetic life is that? You're low Malfoy… You try to gain Daddy's love, but he's to busy hating Harry. Harry's got everything you've ever wanted. Friends… fame… even people who love him. Your just a piece of trash Malfoy. You don't know Voldemort, you don't know me, and you don't know Harry. You, who are so quick to judge, and so quick to hate… have never been loved in your life. What? You're thinking Pansy loves you? Malfoy, the slutt's screwed half of Hufflepuff… you're sleeping with a whore. And you know what else? I believe that, deep down, you know this. You hide behind your mask of perfection and hate, to cover your pain. Take away the mask and you just have a scared little boy who strives for his father's love." Hermiones finished her speech just as coolly as she started It.
Draco felt as if someone had knocked the wind out of him. He was desperately hurt in a place he had frozen long ago so it could be unreachable- his heart. With a few words Hermione Granger had done the impossible; shattered the non-existent heart of Draco Malfoy. She stared at him, her bottom lip quivering with rage, fright, sadness, regret… and sympathy. It was the sympathy that hurt the most though. He was supposed to be better than her. She wasn't supposed to feel sorry for him! Hermiones chocolate brown eyes filled with crystal-like tears that proceeded to flow down her flawless satin cheeks.
Memories flashed across his mind in a blur. His father missing his first steps… his mother forgetting his name when he was nine… his father beating him for loosing a Quidditch match to Harry… coming home in his fifth year to find that his mother had set out for Azkaban and left, without leaving a single note. Draco desperately wished that for one moment in his petty existence called a life, that he were Harry Potter. He held on to that thought, and cried. Tears spilled from his icy, cold, emotionless eyes onto his pale, unloved, hard cheeks. He began to rock back and forth, trying to find a bit of comfort to hang onto. There was none. How could he go from the top of the world, to the bottom of the earth? He felt like he was on a roller coaster of emotions. Happy, sad, angry… What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I acting this way? He suddenly felt the desperate need for a confidant.
What the hell am I doing? He asked himself. If only his father could see him now… a little boy crying in a corner. He felt filthy. He had shown weakness to the worst person imaginable- his enemy. He was weak. He stood up, eyes flashing. He would get her back for this- oh you could bet he would. Images flashed across his mind of killing her, making her cry, and torturing her. Oh, he would get her back for this. Yes, he would. Draco grinned insanely. "Ill get you Granger!" he screamed to the empty and hallow hallway. Then he laughed. It was sort of funny. He would make her, perfect little Granger PAY. He walked back to his compartment, a look of triumph on his face. After a good nights sleep, he would be back to normal. Then he could plot.
::::::::::::::::::::::: A/N: So, what do ya think? Good, bad? Was the last bit there to seroius? Tell me what ya think! I really want a lot of feedback here. And im so sorry it took so long to get up here- with school, and some current computer problems... well, im sorry. The third chapter is nearly done though, and i think ill have it up by next weekend. Read/Review!:::::::::::::::::::::::