Hate to Love you - Shrek x Draco Malfoy

Chapter 6 - Troll in the Dungeon

Shrek P.O.V
I isolated myself. Alone with my thoughts in the Slytherin common room. My eyes would occasionally begin to sting. I skipped classes, even though I had only been at Hogwarts for 4 weeks. So much has happened in so little time. My parents had parted ways, and I learnt how to ignore my feelings that began to form. It doesn't seem like much, but it did feel like a lot. I found the ability to go to my first class today. It was with Prof. Quirrel.

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Somehow, I found myself sitting next to Malfoy in every lesson. When we were writing, Draco shuffled as far away as possible - which was only 5 millimeters. He used to threaten me every time he laid eyes on me, but slowly stopped. He would just ignore me and soon the days shortened.

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I ate on the Slytherin table, rather than crying in the common room. I missed the food at home, I missed the curly toed weirdos... The eyeballs... I would only eat toast and water. It never filled me up, but I was already full of emotion I can't control. Draco was laughing with Crabbe and Goyle.

The room fell silent, Professor Quirrel bursted through the huge doors.

"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!"

He fainted, everyone screamed and started crying, Malfoy was the biggest baby in the hall. Dumbledore roared
"SILENCE".
The golden trio was missing one. Hermione. She was in the loo. She cursed Donkey... I sprinted through the castle, it shook with every heavy step I took. I had to make sure she suffered... for Donkey.

The huge troll was heading towards the girls bathroom. I traced its footsteps. The stupid lady in the painting wouldn't let me through. I ogre roared, which smudged the painting. The doors opened, but Potter and Weasley yelled at me.
"YOU'RE THE TROLL?"
I turned.
"OH, AYE, WHAT A SURPRISE!"
They drew their wands at me. I drew my wand at them. The wands at the wand shop at Diagon Alley were too small for me, so my wand was a broomstick. They backed away.
"Ya better let me handle this beast!"

When I waltzed in, I gasped. The troll... It was not a troll, it was an ogre.

My father.

"ShRek! You're hERE!" He roared in his tiny rag.
"HeLP mE KILL tHIS MuDBloOd!"
I smirked, but something was tugging at my heart and mind.

Would Donkey want me to do this?
Would my mother want me to do this?
Would Waluigi want me to do this?

I turned my wand towards my father.
"No, father..." I cried.
He looks not disappointed, but angry. Ogre Angry. He used his monster arm and destroyed the toilets. Revealing Hermione, crawling under the sinks.
Harry and Ron came in and battered my father. Saving their friend, but attacking my father.

I fell to the floor, knees red, sobbing. Ron and Harry ran towards Hermione, who was traumatized. The person who raised me to be who I am lay there, with a wand stuck up his nose.
McGonagall and Snape finally came in.
"The troll is not dead"
My eyes narrowed.
"That troll is not a troll, he is my father."