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The Malfoy Manor by DarkImmortal
Chapter 1 : The Other Malfoys
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Chapter One: The Other Malfoys

So yes this is the first chapter of The Malfoy Manor. I hope you all enjoy it, and read &review.

I was standing outside the Malfoy Manor, with a group of Hogwarts students. It was supposed to be part of some stupid program Professor Dumbledore had cooked up so we could ‘get along’. Since the death of his parents Malfoy had been nicer than usual. He offered his house, which he now completely owned, as one of the houses that students could room in. Not only did we not get to pick whose house we end up in, we didn’t get to pick who we got to go with. I was pretty lucky; three people from each house got to go to each location. From the Gryffindors: Harry, Ron and I; from the Ravenclaws, Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, and Andria Bess; from Hufflepuff Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, and Justin Finch-Fletchley; lastly from Slytherin was Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and Marcus Flint. Not really that bad – but spending an entire school year at Malfoy’s house…ugh.  

Malfoy wasn’t that bad, at least not anymore, but I could never forgive for the years of torment he’d put Ron, Harry, and I through. He was pacing across the freshly cut, bright green grass, in front of the gate. He was talking about the how things worked in the Malfoy Manor, so I supposed I should be listening. I tuned to hear the last couple of sentences. “So, the room assignments are taped on the wall of the dining room. Oh, and before I forget four of my cousins are staying with me. You’ll get to meet them soon enough.” He turned and unlocked the gate. I heard the black metal groan as the door swung open. Malfoy stood by the door, as everyone filed in. It was the first time I got a good look at him. His blond hair was whiter than the last time I saw him, or perhaps it seemed that way because it was so sunny; it was the first time I caught the glint of blue in his usually cold blue eyes. It took me a moment to recalibrate myself.

 “Granger.” Malfoy said as I walked past the gate. As soon as I was sure Malfoy wasn’t looking I ran halfway across the large green front yard of the Malfoy Manor, and found a tree to hide behind. When did Malfoy get so attractive? I wondered, Snap out of it Hermione. I smacked myself, but I needed a more foolproof way of resisting any thoughts I had about Draco Malfoy being anything other than a foul, loathsome, little, cockroach. I reached into my jeans pocket, searching through the skintight denim, until I came across a rubber band. Perfect. Every time I thought about Draco Malfoy, I would pull it.

Apparently it was very hard for me not to look at/think about Malfoy. My wrist was considerably damaged by the time I started moving into my new room. What was wrong with me? You have a boyfriend remember? Ron. Yes, but I was planning on breaking up with him wasn’t I? The whole thing with me and Ronald was good at first, but after we got over the first month jitters, spending time with each other had gotten extremely boring, and we had gotten in a considerably large amount of fights. I was constantly trying to evade him – ‘gotta do homework tonight’ – but even that excuse had grown old. The truth was: I was no longer interested in him. 

So was it really that wrong for me to be interested in someone else? No, defiantly not. Was it wrong for me to be interested in Draco after staring at him for five seconds? Yes, quite. 

I was still in a daze when I heard a loud burst of rock music. “I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey if you stay you’ll be forgiven, nothing you can say can stop me going home…,” I covered my ears. I had never been a fan of rock, and defiantly not one of heavy metal. I walked across the hall to see who was making such a racket. Still clasping one of my ears I pounded ferociously on the mahogany colored door, “Hello?! Can you turn it –,” I was cut off as the door opened. A gorgeous blond boy with light blue eyes opened the door. He shirt was off exposing numerous tattoos. I mean seriously – if Malfoy was good looking, this boy just took the cake. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Um…could you turn on – I mean off the music?”

“Sorry I can’t hear you, one minute let me turn off the music.’

I could hear him fumbling as he walked over to the silver stereo, and pressed the red stop button. As if he suddenly realized he was shirtless he grabbed a white T-Shirt from off the floor and pushed his arms through it. He walked back to the door and said, “Did you want something, or do you just like knocking on random people’s door?” 

My pre-conceived notions about him vanished with the rude tone in his voice, “I just wanted you to turn off the music.”


“It’s distracting, and I’m trying to unpack.”

“Oh your one of those Hogwarts people that Drake was talking about right?”

“Hogwarts student,” I corrected, “And you call him Drake?”

“Well it pisses him off.”

“Right. So I’m gonna go now.”


“My name’s Hermione by the way.”

“Very interesting.”

Rude and mocking and sarcastic. This guy was such a… “What’s your name?”

He tapped on a whiteboard that was taped to his door. It read Daniel. Then he slammed the door in my face. Such a charming fellow, I thought to myself. I had walked halfway back to my room, across the hall when I heard loud music erupting from Daniel’s room. “Show me what it’s like to be the last one standing. And teach me wrong from right, and I’ll show you what I can be. Say it for me, say it to me…”

Oh my god. I turned and walked back towards the idiot’s room. I wasn’t going to bother with knocking this time. I twisted the knob, and shoved the door open. “What the hell?!” he said angrily. 

“Can you please turn the music off?”

“Yeah, well please always helps. Tell you what. I’ll help you unpack if you stop bugging me.”

“And what makes you think I need your help?”

“Well it’s either you accept my help in a polite and courteous manner or I’ll continuing playing my music at the highest volume possible.’

“Whatever…my room’s this way.”

Daniel was actually a lot of help in those six minutes that he actually did something. The other twenty seven minutes he spent ridiculing me and all my possessions. “Are you kidding me? The Backstreet Boys?” he asked clutching one of my CDs.

“Are you going to help me or are you going to sit there and laugh at my taste in music?”

“Well this is a lot more fun, so…”

“You’re a jerk.”

“And you’re brutally honest, and have terrible taste in music.” He picked up another one of my CDs, and promptly started laughing again, “Faith Hill?”

“Give me that.” I said snatching the CD out of his hands. In an attempt to piss him off enough so that he’d leave I placed in my CD player and pressed Play. “I don’t want another heart break. I don’t need another turn to cry, no. I don’t want to learn the hard way, baby hello, oh no. Goodbye…”

He groaned as I started singing the chorus, “This kiss, this kiss…” 

“Okay. Fine, I’ll go.” 

 Later at dinner I met up with Ron and Harry.

“Hey Hermione,” Ron said planting a kiss on my cheek.  Ugh.

“Hey…Ron. Hey Harry. How are you guys doing?”

“We’d probably be a lot better if we weren’t in Malfoy’s house. Have you met his cousins? They’re almost as obnoxious as he is,” Ron said.

“I met one of them. Daniel. He’s okay.”

“The one with the tattoos right? What a show off, walking around the house like he’s in the NQA.”

“Mmm,” I answered as we walked down the sloping stair case into the majestic dining hall. It was very pretty. Marble floors, oak doors, glass tables…

As I was about to sit down Malfoy walked over to me. “Granger, can I talk to you for a minute?”

I glanced at Ron. He looked angry and was shaking his head and mouthing ‘no’ “Sure,” I answered following Malfoy to the corridor. When we got there he asked me, “I know it isn’t my place to ask but why do you keep pulling that rubber band on your wrist? Are you like emo or something?”

I started laughing. “Um…no, I was just…I just do weird things sometimes…,”

Malfoy nodded and looked at me skeptically. “Interesting. Well, if you need another rubber band there’s some in the second drawer down in the kitchen.”

“Thanks…Malfoy.” I said walking away.

“Call me Draco.” He said from behind me.

“Call me Hermione,” I answered looking back once more before I walked into the kitchen.

NQA – National Quidditch Association

So…HOW’D YOU LIKE IT???!!!! Please review, I swear the next chapter will be A LOT more interesting. BTW the songs I used are (in order): Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance, Savin’ Me by Nickelback, and This Kiss by Faith Hill. No I have nothing against Backstreet Boys or Faith Hill, but it seemed like the kind of music a rocker guy would make fun of so…yeah. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!


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