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Draco's point of view by RavenclawHousePride2005

Format: Novella
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 2,371
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Ron, Hermione, Draco, Skeeter
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 12/26/2017
Last Chapter: 02/06/2018
Last Updated: 02/06/2018

 Draco becomes a death eater and is ordered to kill Hermione- although he secretly loves her. A Dramione fanfiction.  Warning: Character death!! 

Chapter 2: The Hogwarts Express

Draco Malfoy was laying on his bed in his room, staring at the ceiling. He had been on a mission to murder some muggle-borns with some other - grown up - Death Eaters the day before, but he had been too scared to do anything exept cast protective charms around himself. He had seen his father’s face after they had left. He looked disapointed in his son, his only child. Draco felt like a faliure. At Hogwarts he had always been (and was still) the rich, snobby kid, only brave enough to insult people when his two best friends, Crabbe and Goyle, were around. So, what have I achieved in life?, he thought. Pansy Parkinson’s boyfriend, while having a crush on Hermione Granger, a mud- a muggle-born, who was best friends with his arch-enemy, Harry Potter: The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, whatever other nonesense the newspapers were making up now. A Death Eater, but a failure at that, a disapointment to his father. Draco hated himself, he hated Harry Potter, he hated having to pretend that he sympathised with Voldemort while being forced to be a Death Eater. His mothers voice interupted his thoughts.

“Draco, don’t forget to pack your trunk. Tommorow’s September first, and you won’t have any time to pack in the morning!”

Suddendly Draco sat up so abruptly he hit his head on the bookshelf at the head of his bed. Rubbing his sore forehead, he though madly. Tommorow is September first. That’s it! I’ll break up with Pansy tommorow on the train, and then I can try and tell Hermione how I really feel later on! The only problem is how Pansy’s going to react... She probably won’t take this very well. Narcissa Malfoy appeared at the door of Draco’s room again.

“Draco! I told you to start packing!”, she exclaimed reaprochfally. “We have another dinner with the Death Eaters tonight and you must be on time, so hurry up! And no magic!”, she added, walking out of his room. “Or you’ll get expelled!”

Getting expelled, Draco pondered, is in truth actually not so bad. I’d never have to kiss Pansy ever again. Or see those people hating me just because of my father. They don’t realize I’m not him... I always have to keep up the act. It’s exhausting. But I can’t leave. Hermione... I wouldn’t be able to stand not seeing her every day. Draco sighed, and finally actually got up and started packing. Without magic.

***The next morning at 10:45***

Draco squinted around platform 9 3/4, trying to see Hermione. His parents had left early, they had an important meeting with Lord Voldemort. Finally, he saw her. She was chatting away with Ginny, Harry and Ron. As he started to walk up to her, the person he least wanted to see came up to him. You guessed it. Pansy Parkinson.

“Draco!! I’m soooo glad to see you, why didn’t you answer any of my owls?”

“Oh, um I didn’t get anything from you! I was wondering why you didn’t answer me.”

In truth, Draco had thrown Pansy’s soppy love letters, unread, into the fire and had never written a single one to her. Pansy, however, accepted this excuse and promply blamed it on muggle-borns.

“I mean, that’s the worst thing a person could do, trying to get us to stop talking to each other! At least my owl came home unhurt, so they couldn’t have been acting too agressive... It really sounds like a mudblood’s work. I wouldn’t put it past that Granger girl to stabodge our owls, no doubt reading our letters.”

Draco sighed. That was exactly why he wanted to break up with Pansy. She was constantly making comments like that and blaming everything on muggle-borns. I’ll do it later. He told himself. After we’re alone in a compartment and she shuts up for a minute.
Little did he know it would be impossible, the whole train ride, to have a private moment with Pansy.

***On the Hogwarts Express***

“It’s full here, full there, why are all these compartments taken?!”, Pansy complained.

Pulling open another door she said: ”Well, there are no private ones, as you wanted, but we can sit in here with our friends... I guess.”

Sighing, and with disapointment etched on his face, he followed her inside. He couldn’t possibly break up with Pansy with Crabbe and Goyle around. Pansy would protest and try to gather a support group, which would only result in an even bigger drama. He decided to just have a normal time and talk with his friends. And that’s exactly what he did.

***Getting off the Hogwarts Express***

“Oh, thank goodness there are private carriges here.”, Pansy exclaimed, pushing two second-year boys out of one and taking it for their own.

“Yeah...great.”, said Draco dryly. “Um... Pansy? I’ve been thinking over the holidays that we two... Don’t really belong together. It might be... you know, easier... If we broke up.”

He sighed in relief. He had finally done it. But what was Pansy saying? He listened anxiously.

“But Draco, I love you! we can’t split up!”

“I’m sorry, but that’s the way I feel and I don’t care anymore what you think about it!”, Draco stated coldly.

Pansy burst into tears and refused to talk to him the rest of the ride to Hogwarts. At least I got something done. Draco thought. But he had a hallow feeling inside that nothing in his plan would go as expected.