"So what you're saying," Blaise contemplated, scrunching up his forehead, "is that there's a three-headed dog with a name guarding a trapdoor, Snape's got this brilliant idea to steal something from the school he works at, and the thing he's so interested in has got to do with this Flamel guy you've only heard of."
"Correct," Harry said.
"Well, Draco's got a different idea of that, you see."
Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion before the former asked, "Meaning?"
"When Quirrell announced that there was a troll in the dungeons, Draco saw Snape going somewhere else. He also saw that Quirrell was missing." Blaise told them about what had happened that day, emphasizing the part where Draco had defeated the troll.
After a moment of awkward silence, Harry said, "Hermione's the one who said we'd saved her."
"Whatever. It's probably for Draco's own good anyway. Can't have his father finding out that he accidentally saved you three."
Harry and Ron quirked both their left eyebrows at Blaise, but then moved on.
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After a long train ride home, Draco was in no mood to deal with his parents. But he had written that letter. Therefore, he would have to suffer the consequences. He took a big breath before entering the drawing room.
"You summoned me?" Draco asked, although he already knew the answer.
"Draco, do you realize we are your parents?" Narcissa asked.
Draco nodded stiffly.
"THEN DO YOU REALIZE HOW DISRESPECTFUL THAT LETTER OF YOURS WAS?!" Lucius roared.
"Yes, Father. I would like to apologize. I must not've been thinking properly." As far as Draco knew, he had definitely been thinking properly.
"You've got that right, haven't you?" Lucius took a few deep breaths before continuing calmly, "Tonight happens to be the ball. Therefore, you cannot be punished now. This does not mean, however, that you will not be punished at all. Be careful, Draco."
Draco nodded and made to leave the room when the cold voice of his father's filled the room again.
"I take it you are doing well in all of your classes?"
"Yes, Father."
"Beating that Granger girl?"
"Exams aren't until the end of the year."
"And if I hear that you haven't done better than that Mudblood, then you will not find yourself in a good situation."
"I thought her parents were squibs."
"She's as good a Mudblood as any of them."
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The ball was absolutely pathetic. Draco hadn't eaten for hours due to Crabbe and Goyle Jr.'s constant hogging of the food...ALL OF IT.
He groaned and went about the manor, looking for something to do that wouldn't involve cheek-squeezing, gushing, and all the other things for which he'd rather die than have done to him.
His aimless stroll took him to his father's office where he heard hushed voices.
"Quirinus is close, but apparently Severus keeps getting in his way."
Draco knew this voice, but he couldn't quite put a finger on the name. The next voice, however, he did recognize, having had lived with its owner for his entire life before Hogwarts.
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Draco Malfoy and the Sorcerer's Stone (BOOK 1 of 7)
Fanfic*FULL SERIES COMPLETE* Welcome to the life of Draco Malfoy. Join him in his struggle to prove himself in his first year. Draco never met Harry in the robe shop that year-in fact, he barely made it into Hogwarts. And he most definitely did not run fr...
