Short Change Hero

Chapter 9: Am I Wrong

Chapter Nine

Bad Intentions

"Under investigation,

Lies a bitter heart,

Let the poison sink in,

Let it leave its mark,

There use to be a likeness,

Used to be a spark,

I am not what I've done,

What I've become,

The smoking gun,

Can't fight these bad intentions..."

Bad Intentions by Digital Daggers

Monday September 23rd, 1996

In the doorway for Potions

Pausing for a second in annoyance, Draco could not help but briefly remember how the dim last night had been, especially when nothing had been able to pass through the vanishing cabinet over to his aunt. Silently wanting to believe that the only reason he was fallowing along with the Dark Lords plans was so he could keep not only his mother safe, he remembered the distinct feeling of satisfaction as started mending the cabinet last night. It seems that the Dark Lord knew that Draco was the only one who could accomplish the task, and that knowledge made Draco feel somewhat powerful. In all honesty, blood traitors and mudbloods deserved whatever they got, because they were rather gromless when it came to pureblood superiority.

Sneering at those somewhat brash thoughts, he rolled his eyes, slowly walking over towards his seat. He then let his leather bag slip from his shoulder onto the flat smooth surface of the double desks, while he sighed, hoping that Granger would not be so shirty today. Fixing his dress robes, he then sat down in his assigned seat as he retrieved his potions book along with his quill and a bottle of ink from his bag.

Unexpectedly, someone standing beside him slammed a stack of books roughly against his desktop causing him to flinch slightly then proceed to shoot a rather derided scowl. When he noticed it was none other than Granger herself, he rolled his eyes yet again, deciding it was best to say nothing and he should continue ignoring her after yesterday. Glancing shortly at her facial features, noting the irritation laced into them, he gave a singular lift of his brows and then looked away from her.

"In case you're wondering, Malfoy, I'm still waiting for some sort of explanation for not only what happened on Friday, but also as to where in Merlin's name, is my wand. When I went to look for it last night among my things, it was nowhere. Gone." Draco listened to her hushed and surprisingly rather malicious voice, as she took her seat next to him while scooting in closer towards him. Clearing his throat, suddenly a bit anxious from her close proximity, he narrowed his eyes to look at her, and then shifted in his seat away from her. Attempting to remember what exactly happened during the attack, he felt his jaw clench slightly as he recalled her dropping her wand in the dark and with any luck, it would still be there.

'Maybe if I continue to ignore her, she will stop such a nosy bint...' he thought quite irritated, but observed her facial expression unchanging, still waiting for some sort of an answer. Then the damned cinnamon tickled the air he inhaled sharply, causing him to bite his tongue from making a noise when all he wanted to do was gasp at the feeling he got, but that was not an option especially when he was this close to her.

Just when she opened her mouth probably so she could continue talking, Draco watched Professor Slughorn walk into the classroom from his office and noticed in his hand he held what Draco assumed were two small potions with the same bottles. He sighed, knowing that if there would be a need for a wand during potions, he would need to do things for Granger, because she lost her wand.