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a day in the life of Draco Malfoy. by VeelaChick [Reviews - 1] 
Disclaimer, i do not own or make money from writing harry potter stories, which sucks! everything belongs to jk rowling and her publishers. Chapter 1 – Borgin and Burkes The pale faced boy slumped lazily up the ancient stairs. His squinted eyes shone brightly beneath his dark hooded cloak as he walked closer to his destination. A single candle shone bleakly behind the deep blood-red curtain and flickered violently as the wind floated carelessly in through an adjacent open window. The hooded boy stepped closer and closer to his destination, his shadow drowning out the light from the dripping candle. He reached an old, rusty, doorknob and held his long snake like fingers out and caressed it with his hand. With a quick turn the door swung open and he stepped inside the hidden dark room. His eyes once more glistened as the light from the candle shone through again. His pale hands reached inside his left pocket and he drew out his long wooden wand, and set a burning hot fire into the grate of the marble fireplace. He slouched down into an ancient, oak chair just opposite of the fireplace and took down his sinister hood. The flames from the fire danced and flickered within his grey lifeless eyes, his pale face half shadowed by the door that stood by his side. He let out a whimper and hung his head down slowly and cautiously, he pulled back the piece of cloak covering his left arm, and ran his bony fingers over his soft skin. Once again he gave out a soft whimper and caressed his arm lovingly. Within his eyes a black, satanic skull glistened, a snake protruding form its open mouth and he quickly covered up his arm again. And slumped lazily back into the chair. He held his head into his hands and his blonde, straggly hair descended down past his shoulders. There was a quick pop and another hooded man appeared beside the pale faced boy. He tapped him slightly on his shoulder with his short stumpy fingers and Draco Malfoy started, sitting up abruptly before giving his usual smirk. “And why would you be here?” He said, with the slightest trace of a laugh hidden beneath his words. “The dark Lord has sent me…” the cloaked man spat bowing his dirty head as low as he could. “He wants to make sure that…that…you are doing exactly what he wants…” Wormtail trailed off again and caught his breathe and began to speak once more. “He is the only wizard that stands in the way of Lord Voldemort, k… k… killing Harry Potter.” This time he finished his sentence quickly, and began to breathe deeply. “I know what he wants you filthy rat, and I don’t need you reminding me.” Draco, shouted impatiently. With that there was another pop and the hooded man was gone leaving Draco sat, on his own deep in thought at the prospect of using the unforgivable curses. Draco sat silently for a while before heaving himself up out of the comfortable, warm, chair and walking hastily out the room. He stomped, hurriedly down the dirty old stairs and came to rest at the bottom and started to heave heavy amounts of gold galleons into his velvet bag. As soon as he was outside his pale face looked dull and uninviting, his eyes were lifeless and his lips were as pale as he was, he gave a sudden shudder and trenched carelessly up the damp road. The shops around him were unwelcoming and dusty looking, many of the windows had been boarded up and covered in graffiti or several closed signs. However to his right there was a shop that sparkled and glistened in the shaded area of the street, ‘Weasleys’ wizard wheezes’ he gave out a snort and carried on by. He stepped lazily to his left and entered into Madam Malkin’s. Inside Dracos mother was stood, a tall pale witch, with a frail face and pursed lips, she called him over and he stood onto the velvet stool. Madam Malkin immediately began prodding him with pins and needles as she began to size up his robes. He let out squeals each time and soon began to become agitated. “Watch where your putting that pin will you, you stupid woman!” He said before getting pricked heavily in the small of his back with a large needle. And he turned to face his mother and spoke quite clearly as if making an important speech. “I am not a child, in case you haven’t noticed, mother. I am perfectly capable of doing my shopping alone.” Madam Malkin dropped a few pins on the floor and then turned her squatted face to Draco. “Now, dear, your mother’s quite right, none of us is supposed to go wandering around on our own anymore, it’s nothing to do with being a child-” Madam Malkin cut off as she pressed a pin hard into Dracos’ chest. “Watch where you’re sticking that pin, will you!” Draco jumped down gracefully from his stool and walked over to the dusty mirror at the other end of the room. He checked him self quietly for a few seconds, tilting his pale blond head this way and that, before noticing a girl in the mirror, her eyes shone brightly and her face glistened with the raindrops that hung outside the door of the shop, and her long brown bushy hair fell gracefully over her small shoulders. Draco shook his head for a moment then noticed two other boys stood with the girl. One with flaming red hair and the other with jet black. He shook his head once more pushing the thought of the bushy haired girl, Hermione out of his mind, and he smirked and swiveled around on one foot to face his mother. “If you’re wondering what that smell is, mother, a mudblood just walked in.” he said clearly with a wide smirk on his pale face. Madam Malkin got up immediately and walked quickly over to Draco. “I don’t think there’s any need for language like that!” then she pulled out her long tape measure and pulled her wand from her severed pocket. “And I don’t want wands drawn in my shop, either!” she gave a quick glare to Ron and Harry as they hastily pushed their wands into their robes. Draco heard Hermione whisper something to Ron and Harry, and he felt dazed after hearing her soft voice but soon shook his head and glared at Harry. “Yeah like you’d dare do magic out of school,” Draco smirked and sneered before carrying on, “Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers.” He smirked again, but this time he felt guilty as Hermione blushed and hid slightly away behind Ron. This thought was soon knocked from his brain as Madam Malkin cut in, “That’s quite enough!” she exclaimed sharply casting a look of help to Dracos’ mother. “Madam – please -” Draco gave a look of hatred at his mother as she stepped forward to address Harry. “Put those away,” she glared at both Harry and Ron and threw a look of disgust at Hermione. “If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do.” At this she pursed her lips and glared once more at Harry and Ron. Harry Potter clutched his wand tightly as Draco his. Draco stepped closer to his mother and smirked at Harry. “Really?” Harry said walking closer to his mother and glaring right back into her cold lifeless eyes. “Going to get a few death eater pals to do us in, are you?” Dracos’ smirk dropped from his face as he clutched his wooden wand more tightly, his hand beginning to become sweaty as he gripped tighter. Madam Malkin looked from Harry to Narcissa Malfoy a terrified look in her eyes. “Really, you shouldn’t accuse – dangerous thing to say – wands away, please!” her eyes shone brighter than ever looking more terrified. Draco looked round to face Harry and held his wand a little higher, his lip twitched and curled as he skimmed his eyes over him. Then his mother looked straight into Harry’s eyes and pursed her lips in a petunia ish way. “I see that being Dumbledore’s favourite has given you a false sense of security, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore won’t always be there to protect you.” Draco gave a slight smile at Hermione and turned to face Harry again, and he smirked and let out a trace of a laugh. Harry glared back at Draco then to Narcissa, “Wow…look at that he’s not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell with your loser of a husband!” Dracos’ face distorted as he looked straight at Harry his wand clutched tightly in his hand, his smirk wiped from his pale face. He walked abruptly up to Harry Tripping slightly as he did. Draco looked straight into Ron’s eyes as he burst out laughing and he looked back to Harry. “Don’t you dare talk to my mother like that, Potter!” he snarled and sneered and walked closer to Harry towering over him his wand ready in his hand to duel. He shot a quick glance to Hermione who was looking shaky and worried tossing her beautiful long brown hair from side to side. Narcissa restrained Draco from attacking Harry and pulled him back piercing her black nails into his shoulder. “It’s alright Draco, I expect Potter will be reunited with dear Sirius before I am reunited with Lucius.” Draco sneered at Harry even more now as his mother drew her long pale fingers from within his sore shoulder. Harry raised his wand as Draco raised his ready to protect his mother. And Hermione shouted a muffled sort of ‘no’ to Harry. This rest of what she said he didn’t catch as he stared into her beautiful eyes and thought of her soft lips on his. All of a sudden he began to come back to earth and threw a disgusting look at Hermione, though not meaning it as much as usual. Madam Malkin acted as though nothing had happened and as though she couldn’t see Harry, Ron and Hermione. And bent down to finish off Dracos’ robes. “I think this left sleeve could come up a little bit more, dear, let me just-” Draco quickly pulled down his sleeve as he bellowed ‘ouch’ to the shocked women on her knees. “Watch where you’re putting your pins, woman! – I don’t think I want these anymore-” Draco struggled for a moment pulling the over sized robes above his head and throwing them to the stone floor. Narcissa stood closer to Draco her lips still pursed tighter than ever. “You’re right, Draco, now I know the type of scum that shops here…we’ll do better at Twilfitt and tatting’s.” Draco and Narcissa took large steps towards the door. Draco sneered at Ron and bashed his shoulder as hard as he could as he walked past, then shot a quick glance at Hermione’s glistening eyes as he left. As he walked down the street her eyes glistened in his mind and a perplexed look shot over his face, why was he feeling this way? Surely it was a mind trick, but as the day went on he could not get her out of his mind and decided that he was probably not feeling well. His mother shot a look at Draco before teetering off quickly into a nearby shop as Draco seized his chance to go shopping alone. He hastily speeded up and walked down a jumble of stone steps that stood between two high brick walls. A sign to his left read, ‘knock turn alley’ he pulled up his black hood and scrambled along to a nearby shop, that hadn’t been boarded up. Just as he walked in the rain outside began to pour violently and loudly onto the glass shop windows. He gave out another shudder and shook the rain from his long cloak. As Draco peered out onto the street in front he saw a glimpse of shoes floating along the wet ground, but thought hastily that he was seeing things and again shook his head. The streets outside were deserted and Draco began to get impatient waiting for the shop owner. All of a sudden a dark shaggy mane of hair appeared from nowhere and Borgin the shop owner came quickly out to greet Draco bowing down so low his long pointed nose nearly touched the cold stone floor. Draco was silent for a couple of seconds before speaking quickly and animatedly. “…You know how to fix it?” ‘Possibly,’ said Borgin in a tone that suggested he was unwilling to commit himself.” Draco shot him a look of disgust and Borgin carried on talking, more promptly than before. “I’ll need to see it, though. Why don’t you bring it into the shop?” Draco considered this for a minute fixating himself on a strange item that was just sat under the gap in the door; he gave a perplexed look at this before talking back to Borgin. “I can’t,” said Draco. “Its got to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it” Borgin gave a worried look at this and ran his slimly looking tongue over his dry, chapped lips. “Well, without seeing it, I must say it will be very difficult job, perhaps impossible. I couldn’t guarantee anything.” Draco gave Borgin another look of disgust and his eyes glinted red in the dim lights from the ceiling of the dirty shop. His lip curled and he pulled his left sleeve up once more with his bony pale fingers. “No?” Said Draco his lip twitched and his face turned to Borgin and he started to sneer. “Perhaps this will make you more confident.” Borgins face twitched and Draco stepped closer still holding his arm out from his sleeve. Borgin looked down at the dark snake protruding from the skull on his pale arm. He gave a frightened look and twitched more violently. “Tell anyone.” Said Draco, “And there will be retribution. You know Finrir Greyback? He’s a family friend, he’ll be dropping in form time to time to make sure you’re giving the problem your full attention.” Draco smirked and let out a sudden laugh as Borgin drew back away from him. “There will be no need for-” Draco gave another smirk and turned to face the door. “I’ll decide that.” Said Draco. Well I’ll better be off. And don’t forget to keep that one safe, I’ll need it.” He slowly walked up to the door before Borgin started to speak again. “Perhaps you’d like to take it now?” Draco swiveled around his lip curled his eyes lifeless “No, of course I wouldn’t, you stupid little man, how would I look carrying that down the street? Just don’t sell it.” “Of course not…sir.” Borgin seemed to hesitate on the word sir and Draco smirked his eyes glaring straight into his. And Borgin bowed low to Draco. “Not a word to anyone, Borgin, and that includes my mother understand?” Draco turned to face the door again and walked hastily up to it flinging his long cloak abruptly behind him. “Naturally, Naturally.” Murmured Borgin as Draco left the shop, the bell ringing in Borgins ears as he stepped back outside into the damp street. He took a quick turn and headed back up the steps from Knockturn alley, as he did so he felt a slight breeze around his ankles and looked back but saw nothing. He walked up the stone steps and caught a glimpse again of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes and stood for a moment before heading into the enormous shop. When he entered he saw everything from pigmy puffs to skiving snack boxes. Then his eyes lay on a small object in the corner of the room ‘Instant darkness powder’ he smirked to himself and picked it up his eyes coming to life at the thought of using this when he needed help with his task, as soon as he had gave the assistant at the till his money he wondered off out the shop, for a second catching a glimpse of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. His lip curled and a smile spread across his pale face, if only they knew he thought, and he sniggered as he walked back down the wet dark street, back home, to his mother. |
