|Let Me Take it Away
Author: JessieBear22 PM
Upon the arrival of 7th year, Draco Malfoy has become a social outcast among his peers. Seeing as he's alone he turns to someone new for companionship. The two will strive to put his life back together even though he's in more danger than meets the eye.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama - Draco M. & Hermione G. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,012 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 01-10-08 - Published: 12-25-07 - id: 3967158
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A/N: Okay. I'm going to be honest. Not sure where I'm going to take this story. I had a vague idea and now I'm turning it into something more. I like reviews and you most likely like updates. So show some love and tell me what you think. I like detailed reviews. Tell me what you liked or disliked about this chapter. I hate vague reviews even though any review is a good one. But still. I beg you. I write and I love it when you write back. Also, this is just an introduction. That's why it's so short.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or places that will be used in this story. All belongs to J.K Rowling.
Let Me Take it Away
It was half past ten in the morning when Hermione Granger arrived on the platform nine and three-quarters. Her father carried her heavy luggage in behind her. Her deep brown eyes swept over the platform for familiar faces but she found no fellow Gryffindors in the immediate area. She did, however, spot Malfoy and his crew standing a little ways away. They looked as though they were in deep conversation. Malfoy looked as though he were angry, and when Hermione took a closer look she saw that it appeared he was being cornered by Crabbe and Goyle. That was, in her opinion, a very odd scene. What was going on?
She averted her eyes and walked by pretending like she hadn't seen anything and when she passed them, she heard a small portion of their conversation that made her brow furrow.
"There's no way out, Malfoy," Crabbe hissed at the blonde. They were trying their best to intimidate him, but Draco wasn't cowering under their ferocious gaze. It were as though his attack dogs had turned on him and he was about to put them both out of their misery. The expression on his face was unreadable, as he stared them both down.
"I've told you already," Malfoy spat. "It doesn't matter. It's unfortunate you don't have any say in what I do."
"You put your blood on it," Goyle pressed. "You know what the consequences are."
"What? You're going to out me? So fucking what? I've been black listed already. No point in even trying this shit on me," Malfoy said. "Get the hell out of my face."
"You'll lose everything, Draco," Crabbe growled as the two backed off. Draco smirked at them, his gray eyes glinting dangerously.
"Or will you?" he said quietly. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and boomed with laughter as Draco pushed past them, his trench coat blowing in the wind slightly.
"You put blood on it!" Goyle yelled again. "Just know that you will pay in full."
"If I must," Draco said, putting his hands in his pocket, drawing out a wizard's cigarette and lighting up. He then chuckled slowly letting black smoke into the air. He leaned against the train, staring into nothing. Hermione said goodbye to her parents as Pansy Parkinson approached Malfoy. He stared at her expectantly. Hermione watched as she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. He nodded, as she whispered in his ear and then she kissed him on his cheek. She then took the necklace she was wearing off and handed it to him. He shook his head and looked away from her, letting more smoke out. She grasped his hand and placed the piece of jewelry in his palm, closing his pale fingers around it before she walked off to join Crabbe and Goyle. When she left, Malfoy threw the necklace to the pavement and then dropped his cigarette and smashed it into the ground with the heel of his boot. He boarded the train and disappeared.
It was not long after he'd vanished that Pansy slowly made her way over and discreetly picked up the necklace, before she pocketed it and rejoined her group, Blaise Zabini putting his arm around her. Yes, it was confirmed that something very odd was going on. Draco Malfoy and Parkinson had been dating since fifth year.
"Hermione!" someone called. She looked up to find Ron and Harry hurrying towards her, both smiling widely at her. She couldn't bring herself to look at them as she stood. The summer had been extremely odd…
Harry immediately grasped her in his arms and pulled her close, squeezing her delicate form to his body.
"God! It's been weeks since we've heard from you. What the hell?" Ron asked, as he too wrapped his arms around her, after Harry was finished.
She gave them both a small smile.
"I got busy after I returned home from my stay at the Burrow," Hermione replied. "Some things came up…"
They both nodded, still grinning at her stupidly and she again regretted her actions that summer. Apparently they hadn't said anything to each other and for that she was grateful. She rolled her eyes and followed them as they went to put their luggage away.
When it was time to go, the three of them were one of the last to board the train. They passed the Slytherin compartment. The usual one that Malfoy, Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson shared on their way to Hogwarts. The only unusual thing was, Malfoy was missing. This wasn't news to Hermione seeing as she'd seen his run-in with his two former best mates.
"God that's odd. Where is the Slytherin Prick?" Ron murmured as they made their way to the end of the compartment. And it was then that he froze in his tracks, Harry knocking roughly into him, seeing as he was too preoccupied with the view of the ocean below him.
"Bloody hell, Ron!" Harry said, rubbing his nose. But Ron was pointing into the only compartment that had space. Everywhere else they'd gone had been full.
"What?" Harry snapped, glaring, until he realized what Ron was pointing at.
There, Malfoy sat, with his eyes shut, his headphones in his ears. He was quite alone.
"What the fuck is he doing by himself?" Ron whispered to his two best friends. Hermione stared troubled at the youngest existing Malfoy.
"What are we going to do?" Harry asked. "This is the only place that's open."
"We sit down," Hermione said. "If he has a problem with it, he can leave."
They both stared at her, their mouths ajar.
"For heaven's sake!" Hermione said. "It's just Malfoy. It's not as though he's going to explode or something! He's not contaminated!"
"He's as close as it gets though," Ron whined. Hermione then pushed past both of her childish friends and entered the compartment, sitting down directly across from Draco, who hadn't taken any notice to the Golden Trio now being in his presence. Harry quickly took a seat next to Hermione, leaving Ron to sit next to Malfoy. Ron glared at his best mate.
"If looks could kill Weasley," Malfoy murmured from the corner, his eyes still shut. The three stared at him waiting to see if he was going to say any more, but he didn't. He simply stretched his legs out, his feet just inches away from Hermione's. He then sighed, his jaw twitching slightly, his hands resting limply in his lap. His nails were painted…
"Is he queer or something?" Ron asked taking in Malfoy's appearance. He looked quite different from when they'd last seen him. He had several piercings in his ears and one on his lip. He also was wearing dark eye shadow around his eyes. Draco smirked and shifted a bit.
"Do queers make you uncomfortable, Weasel-B?" the blonde asked, his gray eyes meeting Ronald's. Ron turned very red and sat down next to the Slytherin Prince. Harry and Hermione watched as Draco continued to stare at Ronald, Ron occasionally glancing to his right. After a few minutes, Ron lost it.
"What?" he snapped. "What are you staring at Ferret?"
"Why, you of course," Draco drawled, He then licked his lips seductively, and Ron turned even redder and quickly exited the compartment. Draco laughed quietly and shook his head.
"What's the matter with you really? Why are you in here instead of with your friends?" Harry asked.
"Why don't you ask the mudblood, Potter?" Draco murmured he eyes meeting Hermione's lazily. She felt a chill go through her.
"She was there for the whole thing."
Harry looked at Hermione expectantly. Draco returned his attention to the scenery that was passing by peacefully.
"I don't know. I didn't notice anything different," Hermione replied in response to Harry's expression.
"Sure you didn't," Draco muttered, crossing his arms. "Either way it's nothing you have to bother yourself with Pot-head. I'm quite capable of handling my own affairs."
"Why are you being so civil?" Harry asked.
"Because I don't see a need in picking a fight this early in the morning," Malfoy replied shortly. "Why are you still talking to me?"
"The time of day never stopped you before," Harry said slowly.
"Well I'm tired this morning," Draco snapped. "Do you want this to turn into something Potter?"
Harry and Malfoy glared at each other a moment, and both looked away simultaneously.
"Fair enough," Harry murmured.
A/N: Okay. New story. I always do this. But yes. If you like, review. I'd love some input. I will be putting the next chapter up soon. I'm currently working on other stories too though so it may not be for a couple of days.