Ex-Friends || A Drarry Story

One : Thirteen

Dear Journal,
I don't quite remember how I made it through the exams. It's not like they were difficult, but I was a bit preoccupied. How was I supposed to concentrate if I expected the Dark Lord himself to burst through the door and snatch Harry Potter away?

The classrooms were sweltering, mind you. I was sweating after five minutes. Theo teased me and said it was because I was nervous to be shown up by him. I quickly put him in his place.

Flitwick pulled us into the corridor to see if we could make a pineapple tap dance in a circle. McGonagall had us turn a mouse into a snuffbox. Mine was dazzling, showing off an array of colours and patterns. I even got Slytherin some extra house points. And I had no trouble remembering the ingredients to a Forgetfulness Potion.

I spied on Potter and his friends, which wasn't that hard, believe it or not. They didn't even notice me. I pressed my ear against the door of that oaf's hut.

I heard Potter ask about the man who traded him that stupid dragon (which he's gotten rid of), and how he had received it in the Hog's Head Inn. He mentioned a hooded figure.

I didn't stay too long.

I heard Potter, afterwards, in a deserted corridor, shouting at Granger and Weasley about the Dark Lord. I have to admire his gall, I must admit, to say his name. He shouted that he had to find the Stone before Snape or the Dark Lord. He brought up his parents.

He's going back to that three-headed dog. To the trapdoor. And I plan to share the glory.
June 15th

Midnight rolled around days later. Draco spent all of his spare time slipping away from his friends, eavesdropping on Potter and his friends. Tonight was the night.

Glory for Slytherin was Draco's motive. He couldn't care less about the school he was at, couldn't be less interested in anything his parents didn't find appropriate.

After his friends had fallen asleep, he slipped out of his dormitory, dressed in his usual attire.

Every shadow resembled Filch and his stupid cat. He entered the third-floor corridor, staying absolutely still and silent, his own breathing seeming too loud. The dog was asleep, its massive heads on the floor, snores making Draco's bones rattle. Besides the beast was a harp, strumming a high, beautiful melody distracting Draco. He reached his hand out to touch the strings, but the door opened and he heard voices.

"Ow! Hermione, you stepped on my foot!"

"Ron, get off!"

"Will you two---"

Draco yanked the Invisibility Cloak off of them, his grey eyes like thunderstorms as he ordered in a whisper, "Shut up! You're going to wake this thing up!"

"Draco?" Potter said, his emerald eyes wide behind his glasses. "What're you doing here?"

"Helping you get the Stone," he replied simply. "I don't want the Dark Lord running around again."

"But, I thought---" Weasley began, but Draco stopped him.

"Don't make any sound," he whispered, creeping over to the dog. He lifted the trapdoor with a grunt, feeling the dog's hot breath on his face. He gagged.

The blonde looked down the trapdoor, a cold draft making his hair fly back. He gulped, swallowing his fear as he turned towards the three friends. "Who's going first?" he asked, a gleam in his eyes that could have easily been terror.

"Not me," said Ron. He looked at Hermione. "Do you wanna go first?"

"No!"

Harry stepped over the dogs great paws, peering over Draco's shoulder. "I'll go." There was no sign of the bottom.