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Title: The Puppet Master / Chapter 01 - The train ride
Author: Freijo / riotglassdoll
Rating: R
Story summary: '"Very amusing. And what about you, seen a hair brush lately? Do us a favour and just shave it of, I could even make it a pleasure of doing it myself." He smirked and was about to walk away when the train made a sudden strong movement and he fell against the wall hard, pinning Granger between himself and it. The train started to jump and made a loud noise so load that they had to cover their ears. Though he could not notice that Granger was gripping at his jumper as the train went silent.'
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has got to do with "Harry Potter", all related belongs to J.K Rowling.
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An empty shell of what he used to be looked back at him from the mirror. "Oh my, aren't you pathetic." He seemed to say to himself. The light flickered and he saw the state of him; he was much more paler than he used to be, if that even was possible, and dark rings around his eyes made him look like he hadn't seen sunlight in a long time. That wasn't true of course, as he every single moment craved the sunlight. He wanted to feel the warmth on his face, as there was none inside the walls of Malfoy Mansion.
His father was an obsession, the pure image of what Draco Malfoy was supposed to grow up into. But as the times grew darker and Draco started to see the signs that all this was nothing to crave, he was starting to falter in the eyes of his father. He caught himself several times not agreeing with him, and thinking that "what the hell are you putting us through". The lord frightened him, and the idea that he was going to follow him, and in his fathers footsteps made him shiver. It sent a cold feeling up and down his spine.
It was fun having all that power, to know that people feared you, because you were on that side. But actually beeing on that side was an entirely other thing. To know that because of you, families would be lost, blood would be spilled and he knew he wasn't capable of it.
His father was starting to devulge more information about the dark sides plans, because the time was soon to be Dracos time of initiation. But Draco didn't want to hear. He didn't want his father smiling at the plans of murder and destruction. He just wanted his family safe, away from all this. His mother seemed scared, but always backed Lucius up no matter what.
One time at dinner, as the three Malfoys were eating in silence, Draco caught his father observing him. Not just looking at him, but watching every single move he made. Dracos fingers started to tremble as he became nervous.
"Son, I have some news that I think would satisfy you." Lucius said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Draco looked from his father to his mother several times as he was waiting for his father to keep going.
"Yes?" Draco asked.
"The time has come for you to take a step forward, to recieve the mark." He turned to his mother as she had gasped and he saw her fork fall to the floor. It was like time stopped and he was stuck. The sound of metall to wood echoed in his ears as he faced his father once more.
"Yes father." He said in agreement.
So this was it? His life was now thrown into the unkown by fate. And fate in the malfoy house meant that Lucius Malfoy was pulling its' strings and Draco was the puppet. Draco couldn't keep on eating, but knew he would have to keep the act up so his father wouldn't see that he was taken aback. Because he was supposed to be satisfied, wasn't this what he had wanted all along?
"I want to see you in my office after dinner Draco." It wasn't a request, it was a statement.
Draco looked at his mother. She was as pale as he felt and an impulse to scream "save me" was very appealing, but he kept silence until...
"Can I be excused?" Draco asked.
*
"I've been watching you the last couple of weeks Draco, have you noticed?" Lucius asked as he kept on walking in circles around him as he stood in the middle of his fathers study.
"The most unsetteling thought has crept into my mind as I've seen you during meetings and discussions. Do you know what I'm talking about? What I'm talking about is the fact that I've been alarmed by the truth; that my own son frowns whenever I mention the Dark Lord. Why is this I ask?" He stops pacing and are mere inches away from Dracos face. Draco starts to tremble as his fathers breath meets his own. He doesn't say anything and Draco is terrified.
"Answer me!" He screams and Draco wince.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Draco says.
"I'm going to devulge some truth about your dear father, Draco. Lucius Malfoy is not a loving creature. I do love you, but just because I have responsibilities. What I do, is follow orders and I advice you to do the same. We have a comfortable life here have we not? You have gotten everything you've ever wanted; a new broom every year, pocketmoney you can spend on whatever you like; you can get almost anything. But one thing you won't get from me is respect."
Lucius started walking in circles around his son once more. Draco didn't dare look into his fathers eyes.
"If you even dare to falter in your believes, in the things I've thaught you, don't think I'll be lenient because you're my offspring. Does this chock you? I've been far to soft I can see now. You will never make me disbelief in you ever again. Can I trust you on this?"
Draco could never think that his father could sound so empty of sentiment. Draco met his fathers gaze and held it for several seconds before he was struck backwards, hitting a shelf and taking several books down as he fell to the floor. Confused he supported himself on the wall and stood up, feeling something hot dripping from his lip.His father takes out a silk handhershief from his pocket and wipes the blood of his cane. The serpent head had ripped a long gash in Dracos lip and it started to sting. Dracos eyes was watering and he wanted to run, run far away. Scream for his mother. Anything.
"I'm sorry father for dissapointing you, it will never happen again." His father started laughing and beckoned him to step out on the floor to where he had stood, just to recieve a much harder blow to the head. This time a whimper escaped Dracos mouth as he hit the floor. And he didn't try to get up this time because he really couldn't. It felt like he was going to be sick as he saw his father coming nearer. The only thing of his father he could see was those shining black shoes he always wore. A sign of wealth his father had told him. He just hoped that they wouldn't hit anything else than the ground as he walked. Draco felt his father bending his head back by his hair and was forced to look up into his fathers face.
"I will never use magic on my own son, but don't forget that as your father, I can do anything to you. Because I know you won't fight back, and that you understand why I have to dicipline you like this. Am I not right?"
*
As he stares at himself in the mirror, 17 years old and he has never been hit by his father before. He can feel the taste of his own blood in his mouth and the salt of his tears stings in his wounds. He quickly wipes them away and starts to clean himself up. He has to try to look presentable, because tomorrow he will be doing his final trip by train to his last year of Hogwarts.
"Fuck." He says as he tries to stop his lip from bleeding. He looked really pathetic he thought. He didn't know any medi-spells, so he would have to come up with a really good story on why he was in this state. Falling of a broom maybe? But why hadn't he been healed people would ask. Fuck knows he thought. His parents didn't know how? Complete bullshit of course. If he stated he was a slow healer? Nah, no one would ever believe that.
Whatever he would say, he would still know the truth. He just hoped that his mother would be safe. He couldn't lie to himself that he was very sad at the fact of his fathers true feelings for him. That he was just a responsibility. If he now did like his father wanted, be branded with the dark mark by christmas, would he become like him, like Lucius Malfoy? Someone he would have been proud of being like just a few weeks ago. Now he hated him.
*
"Oh my god Draco, what has happened to you?!" He heard from the left as he met Pansy Parkinson, Blais Zabini and his two companions Crabbe and Goyle ready to go on the train. "You should see the other guy." Crabbe and Goyle grunted in approvement. "Ha ha, anyone I know?" Zabini asked amused as they started to climb the steps of the train. "Not really" he answered and his smile faltered as he saw his father and mother leave the platform without saying good bye. He started to feel sick and excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he went through the train he met several people he recognised and got a little bit of enjoyment by scaring a few of the first years. One small girl with pigtails even squeled and ran as he smashed her into the wall.
"Malfoy! Stop that this instance!" Hermione shouted as she marched over to him from behind. He was far too annoyed to deal with her now he thought and gritted his teeth as he truned around.
"Ouch Malfoy. See you're not the normal shade of white anymore. Blue and yellow suits you much better." She said smiling. As she made room for some of the first years going through the train, one of them sniggered, but took refuge behind Granger at the look on Malfoys face.
"Very amusing. And what about you, seen a hair brush lately? Do us a favour and just shave it of, I could even make it a pleasure of doing it myself." He smirked and was about to walk away when the train made a sudden strong movement and he fell against the wall hard, pinning Granger between himself and it. The train started to jump and made a loud noise so load that they had to cover their ears. Though he could not notice that Granger was gripping at his jumper as the train went silent.
"What was that?" She said and looked around.
"Take your hands of me Mudblood." Draco said looking down at her. Confused and as if she had just realized she let his side go and took a step to the side.
"Malfoy, you don't have the right to talk to me like that!" She said and pointed a finger at him.
"And you don't have the right to put your hands on me, so piss off." He said and pushed her backwards.
"I'm going to talk to the driver." She said and started to walk, bumping into confused people coming out of the compartments. Hermione wasn't in the mood for bickering with Malfoy the first thing she did coming on the train so she just let it go. But the shove was over the line she thought but she couldn't be bothered. As a prefect it was her duty to see what was going on, so she snagged Ron on the way to the driver and found out that there had been a crack in the railway and that it was now fixed.
"Bloody hell, I fell right out of the seat and hit my ear! Look at it!" Ron fussed so that Hermione would look.
"Ronald it's just a bruise, get over it, we have work to do." Ron looked confused so she pointed at the prefects badge on her jumper, and she noticed he wasn't wearing his.
"Oh bugger, I left mine in the compartment. I'll go get it." So typical she thought as she waited for Ron to come back. They had to be at the prefects meeting in a short while for some general information. She couldn't help but feel a bit anxious and nervous. It was at the meeting they would tell who had made Head Girl and Head Boy. Harry and Ron had both said she would definately get it, but she was still nervous. She was good in school and she followed the rules, well, almost anyway. So she would seem a good fit, right?
*
"...So I think that what we have for you right now, but do you have any questions you can take those now. No? Ok, of you go then." People started to leave but Hermione was dumbstruck and raised her arm.
"But professor, what about the Head girl and Head boy?" She looked like a five eyar old who was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. But this was absurd, she just had to know.
"Granger, don't get your panties in a twist just because you didn't get another badge. I'm pretty relieved really..." Malfoy smirked as he also was about to leave.
"No such language around me thank you very much Malfoy. And to you miss Granger, I haven't forgotten." McGonagall said observing her over her glasses. She took out two envelopes out of her pocket and handed one to Hermione.
"I dare say you were expecting one am I right Granger?" She squeled and started janking Rons arm, at the same time opening the envelope.
"I said you'd get it 'Mione, as Malfoy said, don't get your panties in a twist..." Ron smiled.
"Mr Weasley, five points from Gryffindor for such language." McGonagall said with pursed lips.
"What?!"
"I may expect such language from mr Malfoy, but not from you. And oh, he's gone. Miss Granger can you take this and go hand it to mr Malfoy, I have to be elsewhere." She was handed an exact same envelope she had gotten and a lump in her throut started to form. Ron just gaped and couldn't believe his ears.
"You got to be kidding? This is not good." Hermione was aware of that and felt her heart sink at the news of who she would have to share this honour with. It made being chosen a much less happy moment. How could they figure him being good Head boy material? Yes, he was pretty good in school but that was about it. Manners he had none, so what did he have to bring to the party?
"Chuck it in the bin Hermione, I doubt anyone would notice." Ron said as he sulked after her out of the room. A million things raced through her mind as she was nearing Malfoys compartment. Ron argued on going with her but she insisted him going back to Harry as he was sitting by himself waiting for them. And besides, she wanted to handle this alone. She would have to handle him alone from now on anyway, so better she starts right away. She just checked a second time she had her wand with her, just in case.
She sucked in some air and then she opened the compartment door, Pansy Parkinson, Zabini Blaise, crabbe and Goyle was there. But no one with blond hair was visible.
"I need to talk to Malfoy" Hermione said holding the envelope hard in one hand, and her wand hard in the other. Pansy sniggered and stood up.
"The mudblood needs to speak with Malfoy? And why's that?" She crossed her arms and stood as if she thought she was intimidating. But Pansy was much shorter than Hermione so it really had the opposite effect. Hermione tried to keep her composure, as Pansy was almost as annoying as Malfoy, but what did she expect, she was a Slytherin after all.
"The mudblood has an envelope from Mcgonagall she needs to hand to Malfoy. So where is he?"
"Ooh, so he got it then? Goodie. Give it to me and I'll hand it to him." She reached out but Hermione shoved it in her pocket.
"I'm supposed to give it to him directly." She stared at Pansys face, and Pansy didn't put down her hand until Blaise spoke up.
"He went to the bathroom, to the right."
"Thank you." She nodded and left.
As she came to a halt just outside the bathroom she waited. It took some time and she started to get annoyed for the hundreth time this afternoon, and was about to knock when she heard a gurgling noise from inside the bathroom. Was someone being sick? Malfoy? But as the one in the bathroom flushed the toilet she stepped back and Malfoy came out, rather struck to find Hermione Granger outside. He wiped his mouth with his hand to get the water of and searched her face. Had she followed him to spy or something?
"What are you doing then you perv?" He asked frowning and looking around, as if to see that there was no ambush waiting for him.
"Are you sick?" she asked, actually being a bit concerned.
"What? No, I just enjoy sticking my head in the toilet. What do you want?" He said and looked down at the envelope she had in her hand.
She exhaled and handed it to him and watched him opening it and saw the suprise in his face as he took out the badge. He rolled it over a few times in his hand and just looked at it. He hadn't expected this even though his mates had. He looked at Granger who was looking at him; she had a weird look on her face and he got a little weirded out about it.
"What's happened to your face Malfoy?" He dropped his hand so it dangled by his side. Hermione couldn't figure out if she asked because she was curious, concerned or both. But he looked so wornout, like he was waiting for someone to ask about it. He didn't say anything but just stood there with the badge in his hand staring at her. She was starting to feal a bit uneasy but kept her eyes on his face. His lip was bruised, and another bruise was on his eye, which was almost purple. He was a mess.
"Got a good look?" He asked and saw that she got a bit flushed in the face when she snapped out of it, and that was fun. He'd never made her blush before, and he realised he was getting a kick out of it.
"I was just asking. By the way, you were made Head boy if you haven't noticed." She nodded at the badge in his hand.
"And I can see you've been made Head girl. How interesting."
"And how's that?" She asked, a bit bold as she stepped forward.
"I guess we're going to spend some time together then... That is interesting." He said and stepped forward so they were pretty close. They didn't say anything else but just stared at each other. It was like they were studying the other for clues of what they felt about this. It was odd, but Malfoy started to feel a bit intimidated because she didn't back away as he'd expected. But then he snapped out of it. He smirked and brushed past her on his way to his compartment.
"Malfoy, an advice." She said and Malfoy turned around.
"Brush your teeth, smelling like barf isn't that attractive."
Author: Freijo / riotglassdoll
Rating: R
Story summary: '"Very amusing. And what about you, seen a hair brush lately? Do us a favour and just shave it of, I could even make it a pleasure of doing it myself." He smirked and was about to walk away when the train made a sudden strong movement and he fell against the wall hard, pinning Granger between himself and it. The train started to jump and made a loud noise so load that they had to cover their ears. Though he could not notice that Granger was gripping at his jumper as the train went silent.'
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has got to do with "Harry Potter", all related belongs to J.K Rowling.
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An empty shell of what he used to be looked back at him from the mirror. "Oh my, aren't you pathetic." He seemed to say to himself. The light flickered and he saw the state of him; he was much more paler than he used to be, if that even was possible, and dark rings around his eyes made him look like he hadn't seen sunlight in a long time. That wasn't true of course, as he every single moment craved the sunlight. He wanted to feel the warmth on his face, as there was none inside the walls of Malfoy Mansion.
His father was an obsession, the pure image of what Draco Malfoy was supposed to grow up into. But as the times grew darker and Draco started to see the signs that all this was nothing to crave, he was starting to falter in the eyes of his father. He caught himself several times not agreeing with him, and thinking that "what the hell are you putting us through". The lord frightened him, and the idea that he was going to follow him, and in his fathers footsteps made him shiver. It sent a cold feeling up and down his spine.
It was fun having all that power, to know that people feared you, because you were on that side. But actually beeing on that side was an entirely other thing. To know that because of you, families would be lost, blood would be spilled and he knew he wasn't capable of it.
His father was starting to devulge more information about the dark sides plans, because the time was soon to be Dracos time of initiation. But Draco didn't want to hear. He didn't want his father smiling at the plans of murder and destruction. He just wanted his family safe, away from all this. His mother seemed scared, but always backed Lucius up no matter what.
One time at dinner, as the three Malfoys were eating in silence, Draco caught his father observing him. Not just looking at him, but watching every single move he made. Dracos fingers started to tremble as he became nervous.
"Son, I have some news that I think would satisfy you." Lucius said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Draco looked from his father to his mother several times as he was waiting for his father to keep going.
"Yes?" Draco asked.
"The time has come for you to take a step forward, to recieve the mark." He turned to his mother as she had gasped and he saw her fork fall to the floor. It was like time stopped and he was stuck. The sound of metall to wood echoed in his ears as he faced his father once more.
"Yes father." He said in agreement.
So this was it? His life was now thrown into the unkown by fate. And fate in the malfoy house meant that Lucius Malfoy was pulling its' strings and Draco was the puppet. Draco couldn't keep on eating, but knew he would have to keep the act up so his father wouldn't see that he was taken aback. Because he was supposed to be satisfied, wasn't this what he had wanted all along?
"I want to see you in my office after dinner Draco." It wasn't a request, it was a statement.
Draco looked at his mother. She was as pale as he felt and an impulse to scream "save me" was very appealing, but he kept silence until...
"Can I be excused?" Draco asked.
*
"I've been watching you the last couple of weeks Draco, have you noticed?" Lucius asked as he kept on walking in circles around him as he stood in the middle of his fathers study.
"The most unsetteling thought has crept into my mind as I've seen you during meetings and discussions. Do you know what I'm talking about? What I'm talking about is the fact that I've been alarmed by the truth; that my own son frowns whenever I mention the Dark Lord. Why is this I ask?" He stops pacing and are mere inches away from Dracos face. Draco starts to tremble as his fathers breath meets his own. He doesn't say anything and Draco is terrified.
"Answer me!" He screams and Draco wince.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Draco says.
"I'm going to devulge some truth about your dear father, Draco. Lucius Malfoy is not a loving creature. I do love you, but just because I have responsibilities. What I do, is follow orders and I advice you to do the same. We have a comfortable life here have we not? You have gotten everything you've ever wanted; a new broom every year, pocketmoney you can spend on whatever you like; you can get almost anything. But one thing you won't get from me is respect."
Lucius started walking in circles around his son once more. Draco didn't dare look into his fathers eyes.
"If you even dare to falter in your believes, in the things I've thaught you, don't think I'll be lenient because you're my offspring. Does this chock you? I've been far to soft I can see now. You will never make me disbelief in you ever again. Can I trust you on this?"
Draco could never think that his father could sound so empty of sentiment. Draco met his fathers gaze and held it for several seconds before he was struck backwards, hitting a shelf and taking several books down as he fell to the floor. Confused he supported himself on the wall and stood up, feeling something hot dripping from his lip.His father takes out a silk handhershief from his pocket and wipes the blood of his cane. The serpent head had ripped a long gash in Dracos lip and it started to sting. Dracos eyes was watering and he wanted to run, run far away. Scream for his mother. Anything.
"I'm sorry father for dissapointing you, it will never happen again." His father started laughing and beckoned him to step out on the floor to where he had stood, just to recieve a much harder blow to the head. This time a whimper escaped Dracos mouth as he hit the floor. And he didn't try to get up this time because he really couldn't. It felt like he was going to be sick as he saw his father coming nearer. The only thing of his father he could see was those shining black shoes he always wore. A sign of wealth his father had told him. He just hoped that they wouldn't hit anything else than the ground as he walked. Draco felt his father bending his head back by his hair and was forced to look up into his fathers face.
"I will never use magic on my own son, but don't forget that as your father, I can do anything to you. Because I know you won't fight back, and that you understand why I have to dicipline you like this. Am I not right?"
*
As he stares at himself in the mirror, 17 years old and he has never been hit by his father before. He can feel the taste of his own blood in his mouth and the salt of his tears stings in his wounds. He quickly wipes them away and starts to clean himself up. He has to try to look presentable, because tomorrow he will be doing his final trip by train to his last year of Hogwarts.
"Fuck." He says as he tries to stop his lip from bleeding. He looked really pathetic he thought. He didn't know any medi-spells, so he would have to come up with a really good story on why he was in this state. Falling of a broom maybe? But why hadn't he been healed people would ask. Fuck knows he thought. His parents didn't know how? Complete bullshit of course. If he stated he was a slow healer? Nah, no one would ever believe that.
Whatever he would say, he would still know the truth. He just hoped that his mother would be safe. He couldn't lie to himself that he was very sad at the fact of his fathers true feelings for him. That he was just a responsibility. If he now did like his father wanted, be branded with the dark mark by christmas, would he become like him, like Lucius Malfoy? Someone he would have been proud of being like just a few weeks ago. Now he hated him.
*
"Oh my god Draco, what has happened to you?!" He heard from the left as he met Pansy Parkinson, Blais Zabini and his two companions Crabbe and Goyle ready to go on the train. "You should see the other guy." Crabbe and Goyle grunted in approvement. "Ha ha, anyone I know?" Zabini asked amused as they started to climb the steps of the train. "Not really" he answered and his smile faltered as he saw his father and mother leave the platform without saying good bye. He started to feel sick and excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he went through the train he met several people he recognised and got a little bit of enjoyment by scaring a few of the first years. One small girl with pigtails even squeled and ran as he smashed her into the wall.
"Malfoy! Stop that this instance!" Hermione shouted as she marched over to him from behind. He was far too annoyed to deal with her now he thought and gritted his teeth as he truned around.
"Ouch Malfoy. See you're not the normal shade of white anymore. Blue and yellow suits you much better." She said smiling. As she made room for some of the first years going through the train, one of them sniggered, but took refuge behind Granger at the look on Malfoys face.
"Very amusing. And what about you, seen a hair brush lately? Do us a favour and just shave it of, I could even make it a pleasure of doing it myself." He smirked and was about to walk away when the train made a sudden strong movement and he fell against the wall hard, pinning Granger between himself and it. The train started to jump and made a loud noise so load that they had to cover their ears. Though he could not notice that Granger was gripping at his jumper as the train went silent.
"What was that?" She said and looked around.
"Take your hands of me Mudblood." Draco said looking down at her. Confused and as if she had just realized she let his side go and took a step to the side.
"Malfoy, you don't have the right to talk to me like that!" She said and pointed a finger at him.
"And you don't have the right to put your hands on me, so piss off." He said and pushed her backwards.
"I'm going to talk to the driver." She said and started to walk, bumping into confused people coming out of the compartments. Hermione wasn't in the mood for bickering with Malfoy the first thing she did coming on the train so she just let it go. But the shove was over the line she thought but she couldn't be bothered. As a prefect it was her duty to see what was going on, so she snagged Ron on the way to the driver and found out that there had been a crack in the railway and that it was now fixed.
"Bloody hell, I fell right out of the seat and hit my ear! Look at it!" Ron fussed so that Hermione would look.
"Ronald it's just a bruise, get over it, we have work to do." Ron looked confused so she pointed at the prefects badge on her jumper, and she noticed he wasn't wearing his.
"Oh bugger, I left mine in the compartment. I'll go get it." So typical she thought as she waited for Ron to come back. They had to be at the prefects meeting in a short while for some general information. She couldn't help but feel a bit anxious and nervous. It was at the meeting they would tell who had made Head Girl and Head Boy. Harry and Ron had both said she would definately get it, but she was still nervous. She was good in school and she followed the rules, well, almost anyway. So she would seem a good fit, right?
*
"...So I think that what we have for you right now, but do you have any questions you can take those now. No? Ok, of you go then." People started to leave but Hermione was dumbstruck and raised her arm.
"But professor, what about the Head girl and Head boy?" She looked like a five eyar old who was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. But this was absurd, she just had to know.
"Granger, don't get your panties in a twist just because you didn't get another badge. I'm pretty relieved really..." Malfoy smirked as he also was about to leave.
"No such language around me thank you very much Malfoy. And to you miss Granger, I haven't forgotten." McGonagall said observing her over her glasses. She took out two envelopes out of her pocket and handed one to Hermione.
"I dare say you were expecting one am I right Granger?" She squeled and started janking Rons arm, at the same time opening the envelope.
"I said you'd get it 'Mione, as Malfoy said, don't get your panties in a twist..." Ron smiled.
"Mr Weasley, five points from Gryffindor for such language." McGonagall said with pursed lips.
"What?!"
"I may expect such language from mr Malfoy, but not from you. And oh, he's gone. Miss Granger can you take this and go hand it to mr Malfoy, I have to be elsewhere." She was handed an exact same envelope she had gotten and a lump in her throut started to form. Ron just gaped and couldn't believe his ears.
"You got to be kidding? This is not good." Hermione was aware of that and felt her heart sink at the news of who she would have to share this honour with. It made being chosen a much less happy moment. How could they figure him being good Head boy material? Yes, he was pretty good in school but that was about it. Manners he had none, so what did he have to bring to the party?
"Chuck it in the bin Hermione, I doubt anyone would notice." Ron said as he sulked after her out of the room. A million things raced through her mind as she was nearing Malfoys compartment. Ron argued on going with her but she insisted him going back to Harry as he was sitting by himself waiting for them. And besides, she wanted to handle this alone. She would have to handle him alone from now on anyway, so better she starts right away. She just checked a second time she had her wand with her, just in case.
She sucked in some air and then she opened the compartment door, Pansy Parkinson, Zabini Blaise, crabbe and Goyle was there. But no one with blond hair was visible.
"I need to talk to Malfoy" Hermione said holding the envelope hard in one hand, and her wand hard in the other. Pansy sniggered and stood up.
"The mudblood needs to speak with Malfoy? And why's that?" She crossed her arms and stood as if she thought she was intimidating. But Pansy was much shorter than Hermione so it really had the opposite effect. Hermione tried to keep her composure, as Pansy was almost as annoying as Malfoy, but what did she expect, she was a Slytherin after all.
"The mudblood has an envelope from Mcgonagall she needs to hand to Malfoy. So where is he?"
"Ooh, so he got it then? Goodie. Give it to me and I'll hand it to him." She reached out but Hermione shoved it in her pocket.
"I'm supposed to give it to him directly." She stared at Pansys face, and Pansy didn't put down her hand until Blaise spoke up.
"He went to the bathroom, to the right."
"Thank you." She nodded and left.
As she came to a halt just outside the bathroom she waited. It took some time and she started to get annoyed for the hundreth time this afternoon, and was about to knock when she heard a gurgling noise from inside the bathroom. Was someone being sick? Malfoy? But as the one in the bathroom flushed the toilet she stepped back and Malfoy came out, rather struck to find Hermione Granger outside. He wiped his mouth with his hand to get the water of and searched her face. Had she followed him to spy or something?
"What are you doing then you perv?" He asked frowning and looking around, as if to see that there was no ambush waiting for him.
"Are you sick?" she asked, actually being a bit concerned.
"What? No, I just enjoy sticking my head in the toilet. What do you want?" He said and looked down at the envelope she had in her hand.
She exhaled and handed it to him and watched him opening it and saw the suprise in his face as he took out the badge. He rolled it over a few times in his hand and just looked at it. He hadn't expected this even though his mates had. He looked at Granger who was looking at him; she had a weird look on her face and he got a little weirded out about it.
"What's happened to your face Malfoy?" He dropped his hand so it dangled by his side. Hermione couldn't figure out if she asked because she was curious, concerned or both. But he looked so wornout, like he was waiting for someone to ask about it. He didn't say anything but just stood there with the badge in his hand staring at her. She was starting to feal a bit uneasy but kept her eyes on his face. His lip was bruised, and another bruise was on his eye, which was almost purple. He was a mess.
"Got a good look?" He asked and saw that she got a bit flushed in the face when she snapped out of it, and that was fun. He'd never made her blush before, and he realised he was getting a kick out of it.
"I was just asking. By the way, you were made Head boy if you haven't noticed." She nodded at the badge in his hand.
"And I can see you've been made Head girl. How interesting."
"And how's that?" She asked, a bit bold as she stepped forward.
"I guess we're going to spend some time together then... That is interesting." He said and stepped forward so they were pretty close. They didn't say anything else but just stared at each other. It was like they were studying the other for clues of what they felt about this. It was odd, but Malfoy started to feel a bit intimidated because she didn't back away as he'd expected. But then he snapped out of it. He smirked and brushed past her on his way to his compartment.
"Malfoy, an advice." She said and Malfoy turned around.
"Brush your teeth, smelling like barf isn't that attractive."