Harry P.O.V.
(Halloween Feast)
The Halloween Feast is buzzing with activity and excitement, but I noticed that Draco is more solemn then usual. "You alright, Dray?" I ask, worried. He looks up at me and I gasp. "You look awful, mate. Didn't you sleep last night!" Ron asks. Draco shakes his head no and asks me quietly, "Am I really a blood traitor?" "No! Of course you're not! Who said that?" I ask angrily. He sighs. "Goyle." he says. I get up to go confront Goyle, but Draco grabs my arm. "Not worth it." he says, pulling me back into my seat. I hear Ron mutter something unflattering about the Slytherin House. Something about no good slimy snakes. I pretend I didn't hear it to prevent me from going after Goyle. Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall fly open and Professor Quirrel rushes in. "Troll! Troll in the Dungeon! Just thought you ought to know..." he shouts before falling forward. "He's faking. No one falls forward when they pass out. It's illogical." Draco states, looking at the professor in distaste. I nod in agreement. After a moment of thought, my eyes go wide. "Hermione!" I whisper/ shout. "She doesn't know about the troll because someone insulted her." I continue, giving Ron a pointed glare. He puts his hands up in an "I surrender!" gesture and stands up. Ron, Draco, and I sprint out if the Great Hall towards the abandoned girl's lavatory, even though Dumbledore told all if the students to go to their Common Rooms and stay put. We go in and see a massive shadow near the sinks. "The troll." I hiss, my eyes going wide with fear.
Draco P.O.V.
I look at the monster as it turns around and let out a small whimper of fear. Suddenly, it roars and swings its club. A high pitched screech tells me that we've found Hermione Granger and she has made a full grown mountain troll very upset. She throws broken bits of sink at it and it roars again. Harry shoots out a spell before I can warn him against it. The troll eyes him and picks him up by the ankles and I very nearly scream in terror. Not for myself, but for Harry. Ron points his wand at the troll's club just as it is about to swing it at Harry's head. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouts. 'He got it right.' I think, impressed. The troll swings its arm down with the club floating over its head. It looks at its empty hand, confused. It then looks up just as Ron releases the spell. The club hits the troll on the head and the troll falls to the floor with a pained grunt. Just then, a slew of teachers rush in only to see an unconscious mountain troll and four terrified Gryffindor's. 'This is not going to end well.' I think, grimacing slightly.
A/N: I just realized how short this chapter is. So sorry. I will try to make them longer in the future. Ciao!
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Blood Traitor ||On Hold||
FanfictionDraco Malfoy has always concidered himself a Slytherin, even before he got sorted. First year at Hogwarts has arrived and the Sorting Hat's decision shocks everyone. Especially Draco himself. As he goes through his life as a Gryffindor, he finds th...
