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Draco woke up and felt the book that he had been looking at pressing against his face. He picked it up and shut it with a sigh. He had not found anything to do with everlasting life but he still had not given up.
Glancing over at the clock it was 8:15am and he soon noticed that all of his trucks were packed.
"Oh shit," he said out loud.
He ran over to his calendar and saw that it was indeed September 1st and was the first day of school. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the house elves had already packed his bags and he calmly put some of the books that he had been reading the night before in his trunk.
Down stairs Draco noticed that neither of his parents were home but that didn't matter he knew that a driver must have been arranged days before to pick him up. He took a seat in the living room not bothering with breakfast and looked at the clock, 8:30. His driver should be coming soon and he watched as the elves brought down his luggage.
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Draco arrived at the train station only a few minutes before the train was due to leave the station. He went through the barrier and was looking around when he heard a familiar voice not far from him shout out something.
He turned just in time to see Ron Weasley fall and land face first onto the ground. Draco let out a laugh as he watched the git get to his feet. He could just make out Potter helping Weasley up; he watched as Potter turned away and started to walk right toward him. Draco noticed that Potter was covering his mouth and started to laugh again. Was Potter getting read to cry because his precious Weasel got hurt?
Draco began walking towards Potter with the intension of making fun of both. He was right behind Potter and was getting ready to shove him into Weasley when Potter turned around for a second time. When he did Draco saw that he was covering his teeth again, but under neither his hands. Just below where his hands were he could see something sticking out bit ignored it.
"Scar Head," Draco said smirking.
"Malfoy," Potter replied in a bitter tone.
"Ah, I see you are just as much of a git as ever." Draco laughed.
"Shove off Malfoy," Draco heard Weasley say walking over to stand beside Potter. His talking came out muffled because of the cloth that he was holding over his lip.
"Oh like I am afraid of you Weasel. Who would be afraid of someone who trips over their own two feet? How pathetic!" Draco said coldly.
"Shut up Malfoy. We haven't done anything to you…yet," Potter replied.
He was very angry and quickly grabbed Potter around the neck and began to squeeze.
"Don't threaten me," Draco said angrily.
He was about to punch Potter in the face when he felt someone hit his cheek. He bit down on the side of his mouth causing it to bleed. He dropped Potter and felt his lip. It was also bleeding.
He then turned to the side to see who his attacker had been and saw the mud-blood calmly rubbing her hand which he guessed was the one she hit him with.
"Why you little bitch," Draco said in rage.
He made his way toward her and was not sure what he was going to do when he was knocked to the ground by Potter. He felt his face go into the ground and then a great weight, sit on top of him.
Draco could not fight very well without a wand but either way he was in a reckless rage. He turned onto his back and the first thing he saw was a fist coming straight at him, it hit his jaw and he felt a surge of pain run through the left side of his face.
Naturally he started to fight back. He hit Potter in the ribs and in return got another blow to the left side of his face. He could barley see out of that eye but could see enough to tell that he was doing just as much damage to Potter as he was getting in return.
Draco then knocked of Potters glasses and made his nose bleed so bad that he started to choke.
Draco watched as he stopped fighting for a moment to wipe the blood away from his mouth. Then to Draco's surprise he began to lick it off of his fingers. When Potter noticed that Draco had been watching him he nailed Draco in jaw yet again.
Draco was almost out of strength but managed to throw a rather weak punch at Potter's jaw. To his surprise Potter just caught his hand in his mouth and bit down. Draco howled in pain and ripped his hand away.
He was about ready to say something when he saw Weasley and Granger pulled Potter off of him.
He did not know how long they had been fighting but Draco was out of breath and his face hurt horribly. He had a headache that was becoming unbearable. There was then a whistle in the distance and Draco slowly made his way towards the train.
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Draco was seated in one of the compartments that was at the far end and was currently icing his eyes and jaw.
He could barely see out of his eyes but didn't bother opening them because he had a huge headache. He was also hoping that he had done Potter some serious damage.
When he heard the compartment door open and then closed he looked up. There standing in the door was Crabbe and Goyle. They were hitting each other and talking in a booming voice which made Draco's head feel as if it were splitting in two.
"Shut up," he yelled at the two.
They both we quiet and Draco laid his head back against the window.
Soon enough though he found himself getting up and leaving because the noise of Crabbe and Goyle's grunts were getting ridiculous.
He left the compartment and went into one of the restrooms to wash off his face. When he looked in the mirror and saw that both of his eyes were black and blue. It may have been just him but he also thought that one place on his jaw looked like it had been smashed in just a little bit.
He turned on the water and began splashing it on his face. He then reached or a towel and that is when he noticed the two bite marks on his right hand. The looked as if a spider had bitten him in two different spots on his hand.
He studied his hands for a few minutes before giving up on how he had gotten it. He then calmly made his way back to where Crabbe and Goyle were seated.
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The feast had just ended and Draco was now making his way towards the entrance of the Great Hall when Pansy came up beside him.
"Oh Draco," she began. "What happened?"
"None of your business," Draco said without even looking at her. There was no way he was going to tell anyone what had happened between him and Potter.
"Well fine!" She huffed and walked away.
Draco was looking at his hand when he ran into some who was stopped just outside the Great Hall doors.
He looked up and saw Granger.
"Watch where you are going, you mudblood!" Draco said to her. He was still pissed that she had punched him in the face.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Potter asked coming up to stand beside Granger.
It was obvious to Draco that he had obviously not done a very good job at fighting because Potter only had a one black eye and a fat lip.
"Was I talking to you Potter?" He asked with a sneer..
"No, thank Merlin." he replied.
"Why you…" Draco lunged himself at Potter again.
Draco went to hit Potter but was stopped by someone ramming him off to the side.
He looked back and saw Ginny Weasley looking at him as if she was getting ready to attach. Draco was lost of words and was also outnumbered because he just then noticed that Crabbe and Goyle had left the Great Hall.
This was the first time that he had seen Ginny since last term. She had not changed much other than her hair seemed to have gone from as straight as a board to take on more of a curly look. From the looks of it she had also grown a lot stronger because she had been able to knock him to the floor.
He didn't realize he had been staring at theWeasellette for song until he heard Weasley. "Got a problem Malfoy?"
"No Weasel, do you?"
With that he turned and went down the corridor to the Slytherin dorms.
After he got into the boy's dormitory he sat down on his bed and examined his hand again. It was now red with two black dots in the middle. He could not figure out how he had gotten it.
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