The Clandestine Book of Eye

Oh, and this is my first HP fic. Enjoy!


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My first Harry Potter fic…I’m scared, man. I hope that I’m creative enough to pull this off. I’ll let you all be the judges of that.

The Clandestine Book of Eye

Chapter One

Draco Malfoy was not happy. It was around midnight and he stood outside of Hagrid’s small wooden house, tapping his foot impatiently. That afternoon, he had received a detention from Professor McGonagall for “disturbing the peace” in the halls. So what if he had gotten into a fistfight with Potter? He had deserved it this time.

He deserved it every time. That stupid boy whom everybody loved just because of a stupid scar on his forehead. Draco wished that once, just once, people would look at him with the same admiration in their eyes as they did Harry. He wished that just once, people would look at him with real respect.

Sure, he was respected, but it wasn’t the kind that he wanted. His was tainted respect—the kind that people threw at him out of fear. Yes, Draco was powerful. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted pure respect, the kind that Harry had.

It wasn’t fair.

Of course it was. It was his own fault that he acted the way he did, that he treated people the way he did. Or, was it? His mother and father had never shown any sort of love to him, showering him with gifts in place of their absence, and he always had been an apt learner—

“Malfoy?”

“God!” Draco exclaimed, jumping. He turned to see who had spoken.

It was Ginny Weasley.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded defensively, trying to cover up the fact that she had just startled him.

“I was about to ask you the same question,” she replied, amused.

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away.

“Well…where is Hagrid?”

As if he had heard Ginny ask it, Hagrid’s door flew open and he stepped out. “’Ello there, Ginny. Malfoy.”

Draco just glared at him as if it were his fault for him getting into trouble.

“Hello, Hagrid!” Ginny said, brightly. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“That it has. You’d be the las’ person I’d suspect gettin’ into summat that’d get ya into detention.”

Ginny just grinned.

“Now,” Hagrid continued, “the two of you’ll be helpin’ me look fer summat. There’s a pesky werewolf that keeps gettin’ on my nerves…slayin’ unicorns and such…”

Draco stopped listening. All he could concentrate on now was going into the Forest. The last time he had gone in, it had been his first year, five years ago, and he had been scared stiff. The terror had not decreased.

“…Malfoy!”

“What are you shouting for? I’m right here! Where did you get that lantern from and where’s Hagrid?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I told Hagrid that we could go on our own.”

“What?” Draco panicked.

Raising one eyebrow, Ginny said, “Yes, he said that it wasn’t our concern about dealing with the werewolf so it wouldn’t be necessary to go with him if we didn’t want to. And, he said that he had an idea of where it was so he told me which area to steer clear of. I don’t want to hold him back from whatever he’s doing and—,”

“I got lost in what you were saying soon after you started talking,” Draco remarked, referring to the speed of her talking.

She rolled her eyes. “Come on then, let’s go.” She hid a secret smile. Harry had told her about how scared Draco was when he had gone into the Forest with him and how he had run away, screaming. She hadn’t believed it, but hopefully,she wanted to see him react the same way.

Hesitantly, Draco followed her. They walked side by side, Draco nervously gripping his wand. In the distance, they heard a howl, which caused him to jump. Ginny laughed slightly, trying to calm her nerves. She was scared too, but she refused to show it.

“Scared, are we?”

He ignored the comment and asked, “Why did you get detention, Ginny?”

She gasped.

“What?” Draco asked, nervously.

“You…you know my name?”

“Oh, shut up, of course I know your name!” he cried over her laughing. He was too scared to think about being mean. “But seriously. Why did you getdetention?”

“In Potions, I melted Snape’s goblet while he was drinking out of it.”

Draco laughed. “Are you mad?”

“Yes, didn’t you know? Insanity runs in my family.”

Chuckling, Draco asked, “Why’d you do it?”

“Because I’m tired of him always criticizing me. It’s not my fault that I wasn’t put into Slytherin. And, it’s not fair that I have to do extra ass kissing just to still be at the bottom, where I started. I guess today he drove me over the edge.”

Draco was amazed. Ginny was not at all the way he had thought she was: a mousy, scared little girl who was constantly hiding behind Potter, Weasley, and Granger for protection. She actually had a backbone. But it was true. Snape did favor him and his fellow house members. He had never really thought about how unfair it must be to everyone else. Until now.

Ginny gasped again.

“What?” Draco demanded, gripping his wand tighter.

Running towards a tree, she knelt in front of it and set the lantern beside her. “Do you know what this is?” she called.

I don’t really care, Draco thought, walking towards her.

“This is a Hythorium Blossom. I learned about it in Herbology. It emanates—,”

“Ginny, don’t go all Hermione Granger on me.”

“Oh,” she said, a little embarrassed. “Sorry.”

“See that it doesn’t happen again.” Now that Draco was forgetting about how scared he was, he was reacquiring his snobbishness without even realizing it.

Face burning with annoyance, Ginny stood up and approached him. “Malfoy, you are such a—,”

“Snob, jerk, supercilious, stuck up, conceited…is there anything I’ve missed?I’ve heard them all.”

“God,” she muttered, walking away from him. “Fucking prat—ow!” she exclaimed, falling.

“What happened?”

“I tripped, idiot.”

“Over what?”

“A…shovel? I could use a little help please.”

“Oh, you and your family could use much more than just a little—,”

“Not now, Malfoy! Help me up! I think I’ve twisted my ankle.”

“Alright, keep your hair on.” Approaching her, he grabbed her arms and pulled her up. She fell into him and he looked down at her with a mask of annoyance. Her face burned again and she pushed herself away from his chest. “Here, hold my hands. Did you say that you tripped over a shovel?”

“Yes.”

“Here, I’m going to turn around and kneel down. Hold on to my shoulders,” he instructed. She did so.

Fingering the shovel, Draco looked around the area to see if there was anything else just lying about. Instead, he saw a pile of dirt.

“Ginny,” he whispered.

“What?” she whispered back.

“Do you see that pile of dirt over there?”

“Where?”

“There.” He pointed.

“Why are we whispering?”

“Do you see it, or not?” he demanded, regaining his normal tone.

“I see it, I see it.”

“Could you put all your weight on one leg while I go check it out?”

“What do you want to go looking at a pile of dirt for?”

“Just do it. I’ll only be a minute.”

Draco could feel something. There was more to that pile of dirt…he could just feel it. But, he wished he didn’t because he felt rather stupid just digging through the dirt, searching for nothing. Finally, his hands hit something. Digging more furiously, he uncovered something.

“Come look what I found!”

“Well, that’s a bit of a problem seeing that I’ve hurt my ankle.”

“It’s a book,” he said when he reached her. He brushed some of the remaining dirt off, his fingertips playing on the old, worn out cover.

“Yes…now put it back.”

“Put it back?”

“Malfoy, you’re not going to take that book.”

“Why not?”

“Think about it! You found it in the bloody Forbidden Forrest! It could be filled with wicked things!”

“Just because you had a problem with a book a few years ago—,”

“If you’re talking about that stupid diary…I was under the influence—,”

“—doesn’t mean that it will happen to me.”

“—of something bad! Just like what could be in that—,”

“Blah, blah, blah, I’m boring, blah, blah—,”

“—book! And don’t you mock me, Malfoy!”

“There you two are! I ‘eard complaints about yer arguing from a few of the locals. Well, c’mon, then.”

“Hagrid,” Draco called, hiding the book behind his back. “Ginny here has seemed to have tripped and hurt her ankle. Could you…”

“O’course,” he said. Swiftly, he picked her up, drawing a surprised yelp from her.

Equally swift, Draco tucked the book in the back of his pants and put hisshirt over it, following the two ahead of him. Ginny looked back and scowledat him.

This book would bring him something great. He just knew it. He could just feel it.

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~*~Ozzy~*~