Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, but the story line. Nothing! And if I did own it, then this place would be going to hell!
Thanx to: My beta, and my inspiration (my beta gave me that too). Icecream, cheese, and my toad, George. Who was eaten last week by George W. Bush because he declared that I was making fun of him, by calling my toade George. As punishment, he ate him...Anyways thats it! Hope you likeys!
Game Over
Noename
Draco Malfoy, the cynical, malicious, Slytherin Prince was sitting on the train of the Hogwarts Express, an absolute blank expression lining his features. Crabbe and Goyle could be seen nowhere, and Pansy wasn't hanging off of him. He had sent them on the impossible journey of finding his wand, since it was in his pocket.
The silver haired boy sighed, and he looked down at his hands. They were long fingered, and deft. Then he examined himself in the window. He looked so much like his father, he hated it in a way, and when Potter, Weasley, and Granger walked through, throwing him dirty looks, surrounding him in hatred, he did not react. He simply stared out the window at his parents' retreating backs.
"What Malfoy, so full of yourself you stare at yourself whenever you can?" Ron said snidely. Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation. Boys were always asking for fights. In her own opinion if trouble wasn't handed to them, they dealt it. It was as if they were looking for a fight. She dragged him out of the compartment, and Harry followed looking somewhat dubious.
Harry closed the compartment door carefully and quietly, then followed the two to an empty compartment in the back. They all slid their trunks on the shelves, and settled themselves down on the cushy leather seats of the Hogwarts Express. He sighed and finally took the time to look at his two friends.
Ron had grown even more if possible, and his muscles had shaped out, giving him a stronger build. His blazing hair was slightly spiked, and messed, and his freckles seemed to have increased slightly. It was a good look for him.
Hermione had grown even more beautiful over the break. Her bushy hair was now wavy, and reached her mid back. Her teeth were normally sized, and she had begun to get a more womanly figure. Her chest had certainly shaped out, and she was well figured. Not fat, but filled in. She wasn't a stick like Lavender Brown. He guessed about one-twenty-five pounds. Her smile was radiant, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy drop through his stomach with a sickening clang when the two joined hands.
The three sat in silence for awhile, Ron looking slightly angry, Harry staring glumly out of the window in his own trance, and Hermione with furrowed brows. Hermione suddenly stood up angrily, disrupting the silence.
"Ron, I have a question." She stated crossing her arms over her chest. She wore a black shirt that had Rainbow Brite on it, and a pair of flare jeans. Ron looked at her expectantly. "Why did you have to try and start a fight with Malfoy?"
"Because he should know what it feels like." Ron stated simply, looking slightly angry she would oppose him.
"No, Ron. That just makes you just as bad as he is. Anyways, can't you see there's a reason he didn't talk to us? He didn't look the same! I don't want you guys fighting with him unless he wants to start something. It's just a waste of time, and one too many detentions." At that very moment the train lurched into action, and both Harry and Ron mumbled an agreement.
Soon they had all lapsed into the regular conversations. It started off about what they did that summer, and evolved into Harry and Ron talking about quidditch, and Hermione reading.
"Really? I think that Bulgaria will definately win this time."
"But they don't have the stats! Plus after meeting Victor Krum I'd say they have no chance."
A snap of a book closing and Hermione standing up jolted them from their conversation. She strode over to her trunk and pulled out her robes. "Time to change." She silently began to get her robes on. Right infront of them. They both hurried from the compartment.
"You know she did that just to get us away from her." Ron mumbled, but an evil grin spread across his face. "Lets say we spy on her-" Harry thwaked him over the head with the palm of his hand.
"You go ahead! She's not my girlfriend." Harry stood patiently by the door while Ron peaked inside to see if she was finished. By the shriek and the shoe flying and hitting Ron in the face, she wasn't.
~~~****~~~
The Great Hall was known for filling with loud chatter of all sorts upon entering. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky, and the house tables lined up along the walls. The teachers' table infront stood valiently, most teachers already sat there. Some were running late. The students would sit infront of the golden plates, goblets, and empty platters.
Then, the Headmaster would stand, and make a small welcome before the first years came in to get sorted. After this they would run through a few other announcements, and then the platters would fill up with all sorts of wonderful smelling food. The scents of the first course wafted through the air. The students didn't wait a minute to dig into their dinner.
After the first years were sorted this time around Dumbledore stood, and the Great Hall was cut off emediatly in silence.
"This year will be run slightly different then last year," he looked warmly at his students, his eyes twinkling with love and pride. Soon the light behind the half moon spectacles died, and he cleared his throat. "We all know Voldemort's back, and this year only prefects are allowed out of their dorms, and common rooms after seven o'clock. If a student leaves they must have a note, or another accompaniment. Quidditch practice will be supervised by two or more teachers, and there will be no other outdoor activities than Herbology. Care of Magical Creatures has been changed to a classroom notified to you on your schedules."
Dumbledore paused.
"Tuck in!" The gleam of brilliance and love for his students struck back into his eyes.
Harry ate his food slowly, hungry, yet in still wonderment what could happen even with Dumbledore here. Ron, beside him, was digging in, his face bulging with the food capacity.
"Harry, is there something wrong?" Hermione questioned with worried tones.
"No, I'm fine." He lied. It was funny how often that always came up at meals. He cast a glance to Draco's table. The boy was not eating. Pansy Parkinson had filled his plate up with food, but he just pushed it away and shook his head. She looked worried, and whispered something in his ear. He smiled grimly, it was a sad smile. Whatever she had said was to comfort him, but it didn't work. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek, and began to eat her mashed potatoes.
"'arry!" Ron poked at Harry with his fork. "Wha' da ma'er wi' 'u?" His face was filled with food, which once again caused Hermione to roll her eyes in disgust. Hermione sighed, and then to their surprise, laughed. It started out with a giggle, and turned into a laugh. She finally managed to subdue herself, and she gave Ron a kiss on the cheek.
Harry laughed with actual happiness, and looked to Dumbledore. The Headmaster was staring right at Draco, with a dark, oppressing gaze. Draco seemed to sense it because he turned. He looked into that face, he looked like he shrunk back slightly. He knew the password to the Slytherin dungeons. He could just escape there before anybody else got there, but he couldn't.
Still, he felt the Headmaster delving into him with that powerful gaze. And all he could do was stare into the twinkling, intelligent, eyes. A grim look plastered onto the old man's face, and a look as if he knew. And it scared Draco.
~~~****~~~
The next morning Harry awoke with a cramp in his neck, and a growling stomach. "Great," he grumbled angrily. Rolling over he dropped straight onto the floor.
"Harry?" Ron flopped onto his friends bed and peered down at him. "What are you doing on the floor?"
"I'm tired..." He moaned. Sitting up with some difficulty, drowsiness taking the better of him. The last time he had awoken so early was the last night he spent at Hogwarts. Ron held out his hand and lifted his friend to his feet with no effort.
The two dressed in silence, pulling on their white button-up shirts, pulling their grey vests over their heads, pulling on their black trousers, dockers, and topping it off with black robes. The colors scarlet and gold lined the vest neck, and the Gryffindor crest was embroidered over the heart of the vest.
Still scratching their heads they scooped up their bags and headed to the common room. Neither of them were surprised to see Hermione waiting impatiently for them, her face hidden behind a book. Upon their arrival she snapped it shut, and greeted Ron with a kiss on the cheek. The three, Harry feeling very detached, made their way out of the portrait hole, and down the corridor.
"That was sad..." Ron stated. Harry and Hermione looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"And..." Hermione waved her hand in a gesture to make him continue with his statement.
"I'm either really strong, or you're really light Harry." Ron shrugged simply. Harry smacked himself in the forehead.
"Your brain seems to be working a lot slower then normal, are you sure you're okay?" Harry questioned jokingly, Ron's ears turned a slight shade of pink.
"I know, you seem a little hot." Hermione felt her boyfriends forehead. "I think you should see Madam Pomfrey." Hermione looked concerned in a joking manner. Harry cracked up; Ron's ears turned red.
"Oh, shut up!" He groaned. Harry and Hermione couldn't help but burst into laughter. Ron couldn't help but join in.
Little did they know that as they entered the Great Hall for breakfast Draco Malfoy watched them. "Stupid Saint Potter!" He hissed through clenched teeth. "His life is so bloody perfect. Gods I want to kill that boy!"
It was true. Draco Malfoy was cursed with the ways of his father. He couldn't help feeling certain hatred for certain people. His father had brainwashed him into the perfect little being, until the night when Lucius told Draco he would have to take the dark mark soon. He had refused, and his father didn't take it nicely. He counted it as rebeling, and retorting. He beat Draco senseless, and then raped him.
The rape was nothing new to the boy. He had lost his virginity when he was at the age of nine. His father had continued with the art of torture for the rest of the boy's life. Even to that very day it still went on, but Draco had convinced himself that it was completely normal, a thing that ran regularly in every household. Then he came to Hogwarts, and he knew he was wrong. He saw the happy faces of his peers. Their laughter, and how much their parents loved them.
It made him want to die. To just stop. Curl up into a little ball in the middle of nowhere, and sleep until death took him. But he wouldn't, couldn't give his father that pleasure, of knowing he had made his son that miserable. That he had finally drove his son over.
So, taking a deep breath Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort's second hand man, made his way into the cheerful chattering hall, head held high.
Thanx to: My beta, and my inspiration (my beta gave me that too). Icecream, cheese, and my toad, George. Who was eaten last week by George W. Bush because he declared that I was making fun of him, by calling my toade George. As punishment, he ate him...Anyways thats it! Hope you likeys!
Game Over
Noename
Draco Malfoy, the cynical, malicious, Slytherin Prince was sitting on the train of the Hogwarts Express, an absolute blank expression lining his features. Crabbe and Goyle could be seen nowhere, and Pansy wasn't hanging off of him. He had sent them on the impossible journey of finding his wand, since it was in his pocket.
The silver haired boy sighed, and he looked down at his hands. They were long fingered, and deft. Then he examined himself in the window. He looked so much like his father, he hated it in a way, and when Potter, Weasley, and Granger walked through, throwing him dirty looks, surrounding him in hatred, he did not react. He simply stared out the window at his parents' retreating backs.
"What Malfoy, so full of yourself you stare at yourself whenever you can?" Ron said snidely. Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation. Boys were always asking for fights. In her own opinion if trouble wasn't handed to them, they dealt it. It was as if they were looking for a fight. She dragged him out of the compartment, and Harry followed looking somewhat dubious.
Harry closed the compartment door carefully and quietly, then followed the two to an empty compartment in the back. They all slid their trunks on the shelves, and settled themselves down on the cushy leather seats of the Hogwarts Express. He sighed and finally took the time to look at his two friends.
Ron had grown even more if possible, and his muscles had shaped out, giving him a stronger build. His blazing hair was slightly spiked, and messed, and his freckles seemed to have increased slightly. It was a good look for him.
Hermione had grown even more beautiful over the break. Her bushy hair was now wavy, and reached her mid back. Her teeth were normally sized, and she had begun to get a more womanly figure. Her chest had certainly shaped out, and she was well figured. Not fat, but filled in. She wasn't a stick like Lavender Brown. He guessed about one-twenty-five pounds. Her smile was radiant, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy drop through his stomach with a sickening clang when the two joined hands.
The three sat in silence for awhile, Ron looking slightly angry, Harry staring glumly out of the window in his own trance, and Hermione with furrowed brows. Hermione suddenly stood up angrily, disrupting the silence.
"Ron, I have a question." She stated crossing her arms over her chest. She wore a black shirt that had Rainbow Brite on it, and a pair of flare jeans. Ron looked at her expectantly. "Why did you have to try and start a fight with Malfoy?"
"Because he should know what it feels like." Ron stated simply, looking slightly angry she would oppose him.
"No, Ron. That just makes you just as bad as he is. Anyways, can't you see there's a reason he didn't talk to us? He didn't look the same! I don't want you guys fighting with him unless he wants to start something. It's just a waste of time, and one too many detentions." At that very moment the train lurched into action, and both Harry and Ron mumbled an agreement.
Soon they had all lapsed into the regular conversations. It started off about what they did that summer, and evolved into Harry and Ron talking about quidditch, and Hermione reading.
"Really? I think that Bulgaria will definately win this time."
"But they don't have the stats! Plus after meeting Victor Krum I'd say they have no chance."
A snap of a book closing and Hermione standing up jolted them from their conversation. She strode over to her trunk and pulled out her robes. "Time to change." She silently began to get her robes on. Right infront of them. They both hurried from the compartment.
"You know she did that just to get us away from her." Ron mumbled, but an evil grin spread across his face. "Lets say we spy on her-" Harry thwaked him over the head with the palm of his hand.
"You go ahead! She's not my girlfriend." Harry stood patiently by the door while Ron peaked inside to see if she was finished. By the shriek and the shoe flying and hitting Ron in the face, she wasn't.
~~~****~~~
The Great Hall was known for filling with loud chatter of all sorts upon entering. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky, and the house tables lined up along the walls. The teachers' table infront stood valiently, most teachers already sat there. Some were running late. The students would sit infront of the golden plates, goblets, and empty platters.
Then, the Headmaster would stand, and make a small welcome before the first years came in to get sorted. After this they would run through a few other announcements, and then the platters would fill up with all sorts of wonderful smelling food. The scents of the first course wafted through the air. The students didn't wait a minute to dig into their dinner.
After the first years were sorted this time around Dumbledore stood, and the Great Hall was cut off emediatly in silence.
"This year will be run slightly different then last year," he looked warmly at his students, his eyes twinkling with love and pride. Soon the light behind the half moon spectacles died, and he cleared his throat. "We all know Voldemort's back, and this year only prefects are allowed out of their dorms, and common rooms after seven o'clock. If a student leaves they must have a note, or another accompaniment. Quidditch practice will be supervised by two or more teachers, and there will be no other outdoor activities than Herbology. Care of Magical Creatures has been changed to a classroom notified to you on your schedules."
Dumbledore paused.
"Tuck in!" The gleam of brilliance and love for his students struck back into his eyes.
Harry ate his food slowly, hungry, yet in still wonderment what could happen even with Dumbledore here. Ron, beside him, was digging in, his face bulging with the food capacity.
"Harry, is there something wrong?" Hermione questioned with worried tones.
"No, I'm fine." He lied. It was funny how often that always came up at meals. He cast a glance to Draco's table. The boy was not eating. Pansy Parkinson had filled his plate up with food, but he just pushed it away and shook his head. She looked worried, and whispered something in his ear. He smiled grimly, it was a sad smile. Whatever she had said was to comfort him, but it didn't work. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek, and began to eat her mashed potatoes.
"'arry!" Ron poked at Harry with his fork. "Wha' da ma'er wi' 'u?" His face was filled with food, which once again caused Hermione to roll her eyes in disgust. Hermione sighed, and then to their surprise, laughed. It started out with a giggle, and turned into a laugh. She finally managed to subdue herself, and she gave Ron a kiss on the cheek.
Harry laughed with actual happiness, and looked to Dumbledore. The Headmaster was staring right at Draco, with a dark, oppressing gaze. Draco seemed to sense it because he turned. He looked into that face, he looked like he shrunk back slightly. He knew the password to the Slytherin dungeons. He could just escape there before anybody else got there, but he couldn't.
Still, he felt the Headmaster delving into him with that powerful gaze. And all he could do was stare into the twinkling, intelligent, eyes. A grim look plastered onto the old man's face, and a look as if he knew. And it scared Draco.
~~~****~~~
The next morning Harry awoke with a cramp in his neck, and a growling stomach. "Great," he grumbled angrily. Rolling over he dropped straight onto the floor.
"Harry?" Ron flopped onto his friends bed and peered down at him. "What are you doing on the floor?"
"I'm tired..." He moaned. Sitting up with some difficulty, drowsiness taking the better of him. The last time he had awoken so early was the last night he spent at Hogwarts. Ron held out his hand and lifted his friend to his feet with no effort.
The two dressed in silence, pulling on their white button-up shirts, pulling their grey vests over their heads, pulling on their black trousers, dockers, and topping it off with black robes. The colors scarlet and gold lined the vest neck, and the Gryffindor crest was embroidered over the heart of the vest.
Still scratching their heads they scooped up their bags and headed to the common room. Neither of them were surprised to see Hermione waiting impatiently for them, her face hidden behind a book. Upon their arrival she snapped it shut, and greeted Ron with a kiss on the cheek. The three, Harry feeling very detached, made their way out of the portrait hole, and down the corridor.
"That was sad..." Ron stated. Harry and Hermione looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"And..." Hermione waved her hand in a gesture to make him continue with his statement.
"I'm either really strong, or you're really light Harry." Ron shrugged simply. Harry smacked himself in the forehead.
"Your brain seems to be working a lot slower then normal, are you sure you're okay?" Harry questioned jokingly, Ron's ears turned a slight shade of pink.
"I know, you seem a little hot." Hermione felt her boyfriends forehead. "I think you should see Madam Pomfrey." Hermione looked concerned in a joking manner. Harry cracked up; Ron's ears turned red.
"Oh, shut up!" He groaned. Harry and Hermione couldn't help but burst into laughter. Ron couldn't help but join in.
Little did they know that as they entered the Great Hall for breakfast Draco Malfoy watched them. "Stupid Saint Potter!" He hissed through clenched teeth. "His life is so bloody perfect. Gods I want to kill that boy!"
It was true. Draco Malfoy was cursed with the ways of his father. He couldn't help feeling certain hatred for certain people. His father had brainwashed him into the perfect little being, until the night when Lucius told Draco he would have to take the dark mark soon. He had refused, and his father didn't take it nicely. He counted it as rebeling, and retorting. He beat Draco senseless, and then raped him.
The rape was nothing new to the boy. He had lost his virginity when he was at the age of nine. His father had continued with the art of torture for the rest of the boy's life. Even to that very day it still went on, but Draco had convinced himself that it was completely normal, a thing that ran regularly in every household. Then he came to Hogwarts, and he knew he was wrong. He saw the happy faces of his peers. Their laughter, and how much their parents loved them.
It made him want to die. To just stop. Curl up into a little ball in the middle of nowhere, and sleep until death took him. But he wouldn't, couldn't give his father that pleasure, of knowing he had made his son that miserable. That he had finally drove his son over.
So, taking a deep breath Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort's second hand man, made his way into the cheerful chattering hall, head held high.