Have you ever thought that JKR may be reading your story at this very moment?
Isnít that a creepy thought? At any rate, JKR, I donít own this, you do.
However, feel free to let me know what you think. Also, many thanks to Moey.
This is a one-shot, incidentally. Writing Draco too much makes me feel evil and
Draco sat silently outside on the last day of school.
Crabbe and Goyle, being the
obedient minions that they were, had left when he bid them. He had just
confronted Potter, the stupid ass, and he'd reacted in. .
. an unusual way. The git
had actually had the nerve to advance on him without his buddies Weasel and the
sneered. Then his sneer slowly fell from his face as he recalled the memory of
what Harry had said. How cold he'd been. Heíd looked ruthless. Not at all how
he had been the day they'd first met, at that robe shop.
remembered when he'd got the news from his mother that Father was in Azkaban. But
the dementors aren't guarding it anymore, darling, Mother
reassured him. As if he needed it. He knew Lucius
would be out in a matter of mere days. But it still shocked him, deep in his
soul. His father. . . Lucius had been invincible Draco's whole life. And anything Draco
wanted, Father got for him. All he had to do at Hogwarts was mention the words
'my father' and the weaklings, the puny, powerless students, and sometimes even
teachers, gave in.
Now that power
Draco had was gone, at least for now. Now, all he had
were petty arguments, petty rivalries, rivalries that the rival didn't even
care about anymore. House points suddenly didn't matter to Potter and his
friends. Draco's face drew into a scowl. Not to
worry, he told himself in his father's voice. It will all be fixed shortly.
Potter will get his payback. Lord Voldemort takes
care of his own.
And the Malfoys, he told himself, grinning, have
always been Voldemort's own. And Potter already
had quite a number of enemies.
So, not to worry, Draco, he thought evilly. Potter
will be dealt with.