The Harry Potter 7th years are returning for their last year at school, with a little more than magic on their minds, such as the tremendous war between The Dark Lord and the Order. So it would strike the HP7Y's as odd when one of the Dark Lord's most faithful supporter's son shows up, pretending to have changed. Especially since Draco Malfoy had been expelled the year before, and had very narrowly murdered Albus Dumbledore. Even more surprising is the fact that Malfoy had seemed to take an odd interest in one of the biggest members of the Order. Hermione Granger.
Chapter Rating: T
Summary of chapter: Introduction to Malfoy, tiny peek into what's going to happen, and also Harry's discovery.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. if you want to know who owns them, look on the front of the book. Just a hint.
Chapter 3
Something New
Draco Malfoy eyed Pansy Parkinson out of the corner of his eye.
Pansy was always very diffucult to look at head-on.
Something about her was just, severe.
She was pretty, very slight and short, armed with a sleek black pixie-cut and ice blue eyes. She was always one of those mind-over-matter girls, especially when it came to Draco.
Pansy had always been very, very closed.
In public she was your best friend, your bitch, your slut, anything the situation required. But when alone, together, she was as uptight as if someone had shoved a galleon up her ass.
Today she was poring over books in the Malfoy Library, her glasses glinting as she sucked on her finger before briskly turning the page.
'The house-elves hate it when you do that.' Draco said, still eyeing her nervously out of the corner of his eye.
Pansy straightened up, stretched her arms backward and fake-yawned.
'Since when have you ever given a damn about what your house-elves think?' She replied calmly.
She fake-yawned again before returning to the books.
She had been his friend. Their relationship was somewhat--forced, but they had remained friends, much to both their surprise.
'What interests you today?' Draco said, choosing his words carefully. You could never be too cautious when asking questions like that to her.
'Shut up, Draco.' She said coolly, tucking an imaginary out-of-place strand of hair behind her ear.
Her navy-blue robes billowed around her milk-white arms as she read.
Herfeet rocked back and forth in those three-inch wedge heels she called "School shoes".
Draco walked from his position by the book-case, and walked up until he was right behind her.
Look at her back. Her back. Don't be intimidated, Draco Malfoy, you're a man! He thought furiously. Pansy always had this effect on him.
'Move.' She said, without emotion in her voice.
Without hesitation, he did.
Abruptly, she slammed the book, the sound echoing in the library.
She swivelled round, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs so that her school robes hiked up. She stretched again, her breasts straining forward in her shirt.
He gulped.
She removed her unicorn-horn rimmed glasses before looking him up and down.
'You're looking decent, today.' She said, pausing a bit before the today.
'What were you doing?' He asked, his voice wobbling.
'If you must know, I was researching the kneazle.' Pansy replied.
'The Kneazle?' Draco replied uncertainly.
'That damn cat is getting on my nerves.' Pansy said, without anger.
No words were needed. It was the mudblood's cat she meant.
'And well, is it?' Draco replied foolishly.
'Some say yes, I say no.' She answered ambiguously.
'Why'd you come to the Manor to research a kneazle?' He said, haultingly.
'Because I wasn't.' Her eyes revealed a malicious glint.
Damn.
He decided not to press her, but instead gestured outside.
'It's a nice day out. Want to go?' He asked, stupidly.
'No.' She replied simply, before swivelling back around in her chair.
She buried her face in her arms, and shut her eyes.
'You'd better go now.' She said, directing it at him, as if it were her house, not his.
Without response, he left.
He got up, and left.
'Do you know where Harry could be Ron?' The bushy-haired girl said quickly, her tongue speeding up the words almost lightning-fast.
'No Hermione.' the red-haired boy answered, as if she had been eternally asking him the same question.
'I am so worried. He should have arrived by now. Ginny's been here ages. Are you sure he's okay?' The girl pressed the boy.
'Positive. Don't fret Hermione. He'll be here.' The boy moved slowly closer to the girl, his mouth looking suspiciously puckered. The girl nervously moved back, while biting nervously on her bottom lip. The boy did not seem to notice, he was leaning even closer into her.
She bit her lip harder before opening her mouth.
'Er, Ron...' She started.
Suddenly, the boy pulled away, his eyes cast downwards onto the papers in front of him, leaving the girl both bewildered and faintly annoyed.
'Boys.' The girl clearly said.
Lucius Malfoy pulled his head away from the window, his mind having gathered enough information.
The Mudblood and the Weasley had not heard from Potter.
He had not arrived. Lucius could not stop the quickly spreading smile that flourished upon his face.
Potter hadn't arrived, but this girl might prove useful.
She obviously was concerned in the Potter boy's affairs.
She might prove to be the key. And well, after all, the Dark Lord always welcomed traitors.
Harry cleared his head, shaking it furiously from side to side.
'What the hell am I doing.' His brain tried to process this information as his feet walked to Borgin and Burkes.
'Yes.' The snotty witch at the front desk said.
'Erm, have you seen...uh, never mind.' Harry said thickly.
The witch rolled her eyes before raising a thinly tweezed eyebrow.
'Are you...' Her magenta eyes had spotted his scar.
'I'll be leaving now.' He said.
The woman had begun to flip her honey-blonde hair, smiling and showing off even white teeth, framed by sticky purple lipstick.
Harry smiled thinly and left, before visibly retching. The woman couldn't have been a day younger than thirty-six.
He walked out of the store, still dressed in his pajamas, thanking himself that he had not chosen to wear his boxers to bed.
He gazed around aimlessly, his eyes taking in hags trading with well-dressed wizards, apocethary ingredients being sold in a shop called 'Jebediah's Tea and Coffee', and two men carrying canes while smirking at Harry's pajamas.
He was about to curse his bad fortune when a red-headed man ran over to him.
'Harry!' Mr. Weasley voiced impatiently.
Harry's knees wobbled with relief.
'Not bad, not bad at all.' Mr. Weasley said, eyeing him carefully.
'Ginny's done it, and got there too I bet!' Harry snapped indignantly.
'She'd better have, this being her forty-sixth time and all!' Mr. Weasley responded.
Harry covered his mouth, unable to hide the smirk that crept towards his face.
Author's Note-Well then, this chapter may have beens hort, but two in less than 2 days! Not too shabby!
OK, in reponse to my quiz...
Use it well--Yes, this did occur when Dumbledore returned Harry's invisibility cloak to Harry after Harry idiotically left it in the tower. Congrats to cricketsong for figuring it out!
A newt's eye and a frog's toe-From Hamlet,
Eye of newt, and tow of frog,
---of rat and tongue of dog.
... By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes,
Which also comes from the beginning of the third movie, the song.
I can't believe you didn't get it! So cricketsong, all you get is a congrats. Better luck next time!