Good Intentions

Draco Malfoy is misunderstood and his attitude is second nature to him. He was raised to believe in blood purity, wealth and power. He’s a confused youth being influenced by his fathers past and current deeds but his best friend (and secret love) brings out the best in him and helps to keep him in line. But what happens when Draco is soon forced to let her go?


4. Useless

As Arabella Ryder sat in the Greath Hall after the long train journey, she couldn't help but think that something was off. Ever since she'd got off the train that evening, she'd felt as if something were wrong, although she was not sure what exactly was wrong. She glanced over to her right and sighed as she looked at Draco, his chin resting in the palm of his hand, his eyes unmoving as he stared off into space, deep in thought. Arabella knew there was something wrong with him, he had been acting differently ever since she'd met him at the station. Something was troubling him, she was sure of it. Arabella reached out a pale hand to tap Draco's shoulder, determined to find out what was wrong, but quickly recoiled her hand as she noticed Dumbledore stood at the front of the hall, awaiting silence.

The hall quickly fell quieter and the sudden change in atmosphere pulled Draco out of his thoughts. He glanced around and noticed everyone looking towards the front of the hall where Dumbledore stood, still awaiting everyone's full attention. Draco put two and two together rather quickly and  turned his head towards the front, though his mind quickly slipped into deep thought yet again.

"Very best of evenings to you all." Dumbledore greeted. The sound of his voice had a great impact than his presence as at that moment, the hall was taken over by complete silence and everyone's attention was immediately focused on him. Dumbledore smiled gratefully and then continued his usual welcoming speech. "First, let me introduce the newest member of our staff, Horace Slughorn." Dumbledore introduced, clapping slightly and encouraging the rest of the hall to do the same as Horace stood up at the teachers table, nodding at everyone in appreciation and smiling warmly before sitting back down in his seat. The clapping died down and Dumbledore then turned back to the front of the hall.

“Professor Slughorn, I’m proud to say, has agreed to resume his old post as the Potions Master. Meanwhile, the post of Defense Against The Dark Arts, will be taken by Proffessor Snape.” Dumbledore announced. Smiles rose upon the faces of those sitting at the Slytherin table and the applauded Proffesor Snape wildly. All except Draco, who was still lost in his thoughts, his eyes glistening at the thought of Arabella as she grinned and applauded Professor Snape from beside him. But his eyes were soon glazed with tears as he remembered that, eventually, towards the end, he’d have to leave her. This thought pained Draco deeply and he quickly shook his head, shaking away the tears and shaking away the horrible thoughts he was having.

“Now, as you know, each and every one of you were searched upon your arrival, and you have the right to know why.” Dumbledore said as everyone looked up at him, listening attentively. “Once, there was a young man. Who like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castles corridors, slept under this roof. He seemed, to all the world, a student like any other. His name? Tom Riddle.” Dumbledore continued. At the mention of Voldemort’s name, the hall became alive with whispers, gasps and mumbles. “Today, of course, he is known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand her looking out upon you all tonight, i’m reminded of a certain fact.” Dumbledore carried on. “Every day, every hour, this very minute perhaps. Dark forces attempt to penetrate this castles walls, but in the end, their greatest weapon, is you.” Dumbledore warned. And although Draco knew that he, himself, was in fact the weapon Dumbledore had been talking about, his head did not stir and he kept his eyes firmly locked on the silver plate of food in front of him. “Just something to think about. Now off to bed, pip-pip.” Dumbledore dismissed.

The hall, once again, became alive with chatter as everyone began standing up and making their way to their common rooms. Arabella, Blaise and Goyle were the first to get up on the Slytherin table, but Draco had hardly moved causing a look of distress to cross Arabella’s face. She had no idea what was bothering Draco, causing him to become this distant and fragile. She had asked him plenty of times but he would not tell her. Arabella felt useless. She wanted to help her friend, but he would not allow her to, which troubled her greatly.

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