The Originals | A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

[07] Finally... It's The End

Draco Malfoy and Finally... It's The End

Chapter 1

I sighed and rested comfortably as my hands gripped the wheel in front of me tightly. This summer was filled with moving from the Potter household and Grimmauld Place, to get my drivers license. And, after a lot of studies, I passed the theory and passed the actual test.. the second time. I moved my steering wheel as I pulled up at Privet Drive in Surrey.

My mind was thinking of ways to get Harry to start trusting me again. See, a couple months ago Dumbledore died. I know, I say it so casually but to be honest, he died before, I'm a lot more prepared. Anyway, Harry blames me for not saving Dumbledore's life. He's under the impression that since I came back from the future I was supposed to save Dumbledore... Unfortunately, I can't save someone whose death is going to be a big impact on the entire Wizarding World.

But yeah... Harry and I decided to break up... again. We tried the whole break up thing during fourth year except we got back together only a couple of days after. But, this time. I was going to stick to my mission and Harry was going to stick... with his Chosen One thing going on. Anyway, I pulled up at the Dudley's and got out of my car.

It was an old jeep that Aishah helped me pick out. She told me to buy a 1967 chevy impala, but I said no. I love the TV Series Supernatural but I needed something that was going to pass for being normal. Then she decided to help me buy this old, second-hand jeep that she claimed looked "exactly like Stiles Stilinski's from Teen Wolf."

I made a quick turn and pulled the long sticky thingy. I still didn't really know the names of things, but I knew that it put the jeep in brake... so eh. It was good enough. I made my out of the jeep and slammed the door shut, it won't shut normally if I don't slam it. I played with my car keys, smiling at the little keyrings that Aishah bought me. A Dr Who tardis, a BTS logo charm and a good ol' Slytherin house crest. We both thought that they'd be perfect, I still need to listen to these Bangtan Boy Scouts though. I mean, seriously? What was with all the fuss over them?

I furrowed my brows as I saw a moving van outside the Dursleys house. I guess it really shouldn't surprize me, the Order did tell me that they'd be moving out. I shrugged to no one in particular and watched as Harry helped the Dursleys move their belongings to the moving van. And by help, I mean let the boy do it all himself. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to roll my sleeves as I pulled the suitcase from Harry's hands and set it in the van myself.

"Vernon, what did I say about abusing the boy?" I hummed, my voice taking a steady, low tone.

"I-" he gave me an astounded look, I arched my brow and tilted my head up. Hooding my eyes as I narrowed them at the walrus of a man. "I'm. Not. Abusing. Him." Vernon always hated it when I mentioned anything about abuse. He didn't like the idea of him being an abuser, the actions he did seemed fit in his eyes. Guess the man hated labels.

"Well," I crossed my arms and kissed my lips as his face turned a dangerous shade of red, "you have two arms and legs, fully functioning, might I add. Do your own labour," I pulled Harry's arm and we both walked inside.

"You don't hav-"

"Shut it," I warned. Harry shrugged his arm out of my grip and I sighed. I turned to look at the shorter boy, "sorry." I said. He looked up at me in surprise. It was the first time either of us said sorry, we really did have big egos. "Helping those in need is second nature, I guess." I pulled a forced smile but decided to give up. Life was shit and there was no reason I had to pretend anymore. God knows everything went down hill by fourth year, why try and make it better?

"Still can't believe we have to leave," Petunia hissed through her teeth. "I've lived in this house for years. And now we're forced to leave-"

Harry cut off her whining, "they won't hesitate to kill you. What they do, it's-"