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Hi, my name is Draco
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 | Acting Like A Slytherin [01] |
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 4.56 with 9 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-08-07 15:40:25 |
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HPFF. Might be useful to read [00/prologue]. All images made by me.
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Draco Malfoy spotted Hermione Granger, standing alone. It was not yet 11 o'clock, so it was obvious she was waiting for her friends before getting on the train. Draco moved towards her quickly for behind. He whipped out his wand when he was within speel casting distance.
"Confundo." he murmured. Hermione gave a shiver and turned around.
"Malfoy?" she asked, a little confused. Draco pulled her through the crowd, away from the eyes of her parents and other students. He finally stopped, once they got around the corner, alone at last. Draco pushed her against the wall and Hermione gave him a strange look. "What's going on?"
"You are going to help me." Draco murmured. "You are going to help me get her."
Hermione was looking confused again. Clearly his spell wasn't working as well as Draco had hope. He pointed his wand at her again. "If I ever ask you to do something, do it, you understand?"
Hermione nodded stiffly. Draco smirked. "Good. Now go back and find your friends and go to Hogwarts as usual. Forget you saw me. Forget you were here.Forget this meeting."
Draco lowered his wand and watched Hermione walk away. It was done; the first steps in his plan. Now he had the mudblood under his control, things would be a whole lot easier. With this in mind, Draco clambered on the Hogwarts Express and found a compartment with his Slytherin croonies.
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"Hermione!" Ron yelled as the confunded Hermione entered their compartment on the train. Hermione gave him a strange look. She hadn't been gone fore long. Strange, she'd forgotten where she'd even been. Oh well; it could matter that much. "Where the hell have you been? We thought we lost you."
"Shut up Ron." Hermione said, sitting next to Harry and pulling out the Daily Phophet. Harry shrugged at Ron and their attention fizzled away from their friend.
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Draco marched down the train corrider. Why did the toilets have to be at the other end of the train? Trains were meant to have bloody toilets were people could get to them. So why was it so far away? He grinded his teeth together, glancing in the comparments ever so often, trying to style his hair in the glass windows.
Some people glared back at him, some ignored him, engaged in convasations. As Draco neared a somewhat noisy part of the train (Draco suspected the Gryffindors) he glanced in what he thought was an empty compartment.
Ginny Weasley was snogging Dean Thomas. Her blazing red hair shimmered in the early afternoon sunshine. Her lips were glazed with saliva and Draco hate to think whos it was. The entire sight disgusted him.
He sneered angrily. It wouldn't matter soon. Dean suddenly noticed him and broke away from Ginny. Ginny glared at Draco and began to kiss her boyfriend again, middle finger held up to her enemy. Draco rushed away, back to his compartment and fellow Slytherins. His plan better work. |
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