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Draco was lounging on his bed, the soft black silk sheets
Being Head Boy Draco decided it would be okay if he skipped the opening feast, he wasn’t really very hungry and was hoping to make it to the Slytherin common room before everyone else arrived so he could have a chance to write in his journal.
Draco awoke the next morning with a start, he had forgotten to close his curtains so the sun shone brightly and danced along his bed. Draco groaned and glanced at his clock, seven am, classes didn’t start for two more hours! He pulled himself out of bed and noticed he was still fully dressed.
Saturday, Part One
Draco awoke gasping for breath, pain seared up and down his arm. It was happening, he had only been away from Voldemort for two days yet it was time to go see him again.
Saturday, Part Two
Draco paced around his room in an angry rage. Why did he do such a thing to Hermione, she had been willing to put their past behind them and help him out and now well now he had gone and ruined everything.
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