and as he fell...

Title: and as he fell...
Language: English
Type of text: Novell
Rating: PG-13 (consider yourself warned)
Genre: Love (BxB), fantasy, drama, etc.
Description:
Draco Malfoy is attending his fifth year at Hogwarts. He does not want to go back to school, but there's one thing that keeps him going. Just the thought of annoying that stupid boy Harry Potter makes him grin.
But what happens when Harry calls for a truce? Draco can't accept that, and almost becomes cruel towards Harry.
As time passes, he quickly realize he had been hiding his emotions with hate and anger.
But what are the true feelings towards the boy?

Oh my gog, can't wait!

Du fick mig alldeles excited bara med intron! : D Forth with the first chapter, i physically need it.

Och eftersom du skrev på engelska tycks jag vara oförmögen att svara på svenska. Oh well, what ever...

coming right up!
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1.1

The train station were packed with people, waiting for the arrival of the trains. A small family of three on the other hand, weren't. You could clearly see that they were related. The young boy's hair had the same colour of his hair as his parents, and it was almost white. He shared the same eye colour as his father, and it was grey. It was odd how alike they were to each other. Pale, blonde, dusty eyes and with stiff facial expressions. They walked towards the ninth and tenth platform, pushing a trolley that hold an enormous trunk. The family walked through the column without hesitating. At the other side, another train station was revealed. A huge, red train already waited on the passengers. On the front of the locomotive, Hogwarts Express was written in golden letters. The place was a bit darker and it had a magical atmosphere. Of course, magic was nothing new to those people. That's why they all were there. The children were about to head off to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry. The boy in the family, whose name was Draco, was looking around at the crowd.
“Too much muggles and blood-traitors around here. They should have listen to Salazar.” his father muttered. Draco glanced at his father. He was a respectable man. Pure-blood, rich, and well known. He had a job at The ministry of magic. People liked and respected him.
“Couldn't agree with you more, Lucius.” his mother replied. She looked stiffer than her husband, and it almost looked like she wanted to set the place on fire. She laid a hand on Draco's shoulder and gently pushed him forward.
“This isn't a good place for our Draco, Narcissa. We should have sent him to Durmstrang.” Lucius hissed angrily to his wife. Narcissa simply sent a furious look to make Lucius stop talking. Draco shook off his mother's hand and walked towards the train. It was supposed to take him to his school. The fifth year was about to start for him, but he couldn't really say that he was longing for the return. He believed the same thing as his father did, that Durmstrang would have been better. He didn't know the difference between the schools apart from that Durmstrang was more into practising dark arts, instead of learning how to defend people from it. He just didn't like Hogwarts.

It didn't take long before Draco had escaped his parents and entered the train. He was a master of slipping away, and his parents already wanted to leave. There had been a tension between them all the whole summer, and Draco had no idea why. Something had changed, but he didn't put much care into it. Instead he quickly waved his hand towards his parents, and then started to look for his friends. Actually, he didn't really knew if he could call them that. Never than less, it didn't take long before one of them found him.
“Hi, Draco!” The girl who shouted at him was named Pansy Parkinson. A girl at his age, but she seemed to be a ten year old to him. He wasn't interested and he never would be. He hated the fact that he had to put up with her feelings for him. But he still followed her to the compartment where the other friends waited. Goyle, Crabbe and Zabini smiled at him as he walked through the slide door. He grinned before taking the seat closest to the window. And as usual, they didn't talk to him. Draco didn't like to talk on the beginning of the journey back to school. He was always irritated and talking to him would be like poking an alligator with a stick. It wouldn't end up well.
As the train started moving, Draco slowly faded away from reality. The only thing that kept him awake was the moving environment on the other side of the glass. The colours were melting together in the speed and created an interesting picture.
“...Potter again.”
That was the only word that was needed for Draco to snap back to reality. He looked at Pansy who nodded toward the corridor outside. The old lady who sold candy was hardly visible, but it was the boy who Draco turned his attention to. His hair was black, and his eyes were green. He wore a pair of round glasses, and he had a scar on the right side of his forehead that was shaped like a lightning bolt. Draco smirked. Pansy giggled. The boy's name was Harry Potter, and Draco had been looking forward to messing with Potter again. That was the only thing that made him go back every year. The thought of fighting with him made Draco happy. A short period of time after Harry disappeared, Draco stood up. The others followed his lead and quickly started searching for Harry's compartment. Draco on the other hand simply walked right in to the compartment next to theirs. A group of young girls stared at him with fear and shock in their eyes.
“Do you know where the scumbag Potter is?” The girls shook their head nervously, all but one. She nodded slowly. Draco smiled.
“Would you mind showing me?”

verkar intressant.
kul att du skriver på engelska!

håller koll på den här

Larissa Blaine tack
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1.2

Draco quickly found himself standing outside Harry's compartment. Without saying a word, Crabbe opened the door and Draco stepped in with an evil smile on his face.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” he said. He gave the compartment a once-over, and weren't surprised that Hermione Granger, the mud-blood, and Ron Weasley, the blood-tratior, sat next to him. A boy named Neville Longbottom and a girl named Luna Lovegood also sat with them. Draco laughed quietly.
“A bunch of losers? Who knew...” Draco glanced at Harry to see his reaction. To his astonishment, he didn't look angry at all. Not even irritated. He simply seemed tired and disappointed.
“Look, we don't want any trouble. So can you just leave?” Harry said. He sounded just as tired as he looked.
“Nope, sorry. No can do.” Draco responded. Harry rubbed his temples and stood up.
“I'm tired of fighting you. I'm calling for a truce. Leave us alone and we will leave you alone.” Harry reached out his hand. Draco stared at it for a few seconds before responding.
“Why would I want that? Make a truce with someone like you? You're pathetic.” Draco hissed and walked away. He pushed through his shocked friends and headed for his own compartment. He heard them following him, but he really didn't care. When they all sat down again, the others started talking about how ridiculous Harry was for calling a truce. Instead of listening to them, Draco looked out the window again, trying to keep the slight panic that clawed in his chest. How would he make it through the year?

Nu har jag äntligen läst.

I think this is one of your best, dear friend. :3 Keep writing!