Draco paced in front of the hospital wing as he waited for Dumbledore to come get him. The headmaster was inside, speaking with Harry Potter about the events in the dungeon. Finally, Madam Pomfrey came out to retrieve Draco.
He walked in slowly and found Dumbledore complaining about earwax flavored beans.
Potter saw Draco walk in and glared at him.
"Quit saving my life," he said.
"Is that a command?" Draco asked.
"Yes."
"And where would you be had I not saved your life?"
Draco thought he heard something along the lines of "dead".
Potter glared at him and asked, "Why did you tell Quirrell that you lured me there?"
"Because I did, didn't I? Technically speaking. I highly doubt your brilliant Gryffindor friends would have been able to get you to Quirrell, anyway."
"I was trying to stop him."
"No, you were trying to stop Snape since you were - and still are - absolutely clueless and unobservant. This, Potter, is not called bravery. It's called recklessness. One day, trying to save someone is going to get them killed. For example, say The Dark Lord was trying to lure you to him and pretended to threaten your godfather or something. You'd either end up killing yourself, him, or the both of you."
"It's not called recklessness!" Potter cried indignantly.
"Maybe you should get Granger to study with you sometime; she might be able to help your vocabulary."
"Just because you saved my life-"
"-twice-" Draco added.
"-doesn't mean that I'm going to be buddy-buddy with you. This is probably just a trick, anyway."
"Right. I'll be willing to figure out what this 'trick' of mine is."
"I believe that's enough," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, Potter," Draco said, "if you mention any of this to anyone - and I mean anyone - I will personally make sure you don't remember how to breathe. Actually, I think I'll learn a memory charm over the summer just in case."
"Sir," Potter complained to Dumbledore, "he's threatening me!"
"Harry, the day Draco Malfoy tries to kill you of his own will, and from the bottom of his heart, I might add, is the day Rubeus Hagrid becomes a Death Eater."
"Professor Dumbledore," Draco started, "you don't want to go around making promises like that."
"You're quite right, Draco. Let us leave Mister Potter to rest."
Draco followed Dumbledore out of the hospital wing, both wizards knowing fully well that Draco would never intend to harm anyone who was against the Dark Lord.
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Draco sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall the day before the students' departure. He still wasn't speaking to Blaise which meant that Theo and Adrian wouldn't come near Draco either. So Draco had to resort to Crabbe and Goyle. He didn't understand how members of the Dark Lord's innermost circle could have children dumber than domestic turkeys. Honestly, some turkeys had been known to drown in a heavy rain shower because they didn't realize that it would be dry and safe inside their hutches!
How did Draco know that? Apparently, this had happened to his great-Grandfather's turkeys on Thanksgiving once. Speaking of turkeys...
Crabbe and Goyle were so busy stuffing their mouths with the bird that Draco could hear it! For a couple of purebloods, they sure didn't act like it. Then again, Weasley didn't either.
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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...
