LAST CHAPTER AND THEN I'LL POST DRACO'S PERSPECTIVE OF CHAMBER OF SECRETS. I think I only partly did CoS. But whatever. Oh yeah, most of this is probably wrong (don't hate me)
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End of Year
After that detention, Draco made sure he didn’t get another one. He decided to not tell his friends what had happened. He made up something about copying lines and having to polish silverware in the kitchen.
The school year was almost finished, it was their last day until they were done.
Draco was eating breakfast just staring at his plate of sausages and eggs while Crabbe and Goyle were bickering once again, but this time it was something about what dessert was best.
Nott was talking with Blaise but their conversation died down soon.
Draco was forking his eggs when an owl swooped into the Great Hall and dropped a letter right in front of him. He read the envelope. It was from his father.
Dear Draco,
Think I wouldn’t find out that you’re not top in your Potions class, but rather Hermione Granger, a muggle-born was top? I would think that since you’re top in every other class you have, you’d find Potions easy. Especially with Professor Snape. You’re not getting off easy. Your mother might be keen to see you later but I expect the best from you. We’ll be working you extra hard this Summer.
Sincerely,
Lucius Malfoy
Draco sighed. He hadn’t got anything wrong this year. It was just the Mudblood had put in an extra effort. His father always worked him hard but he assumed this Summer would be different because of Granger.
“What was in the letter?” asked Goyle.
But Draco’s expression was enough for Goyle to understand he didn’t want to talk about it.
He pushed away his food. Not feeling like eating anymore.
The day passed on quickly and Draco got back to himself with a little cheering up.
Before they knew it, it was time for the end-of-year feast.
When they walked into the Great Hall, it was covered with Slytherin decorations and colors of green and silver. There was even a large banner with a serpent on it that covered the wall behind the High Table.
“Yes! Seventh year Slytherin’s won the house cup,” cheered Marcus Flint.
Draco was too happy for this night to be ruined by Harry Potter walking into the Great Hall. People were staring at him because he had spectacularly defeated the Dark Lord again. Draco didn’t believe it and didn’t care enough to talk about it.
Dumbledore arrived moments later and all the students went silent.
"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts....”
"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."
Slytherin cheered loudly while stamping their feet and Draco joined in too, clapping his hands and banging his goblet on the table.
"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."
The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.
What did Dumbledore mean by that?
"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes...”
"First - to Mr. Ronald Weasley... for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points." Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling while Slytherin booed. At last there was silence again.
"Second - to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
This was outrageous! Dumbledore had just given them one hundred points!
"Third - to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."
Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points - exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the house cup - if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point. Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.
"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom." Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table.
“Longbottom?” Blaise burst out with anger. “You were right, Draco, this is favoritism!”
“Well, Dumbledore himself was a Slytherin,” Nott added quietly.
It was no wonder anymore.
“Just wait till my father hears about this!” Draco growled. But he realized what he had just said. It would just add to his father’s disappointment, he wouldn’t tell his father perhaps.
"Which means,” Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration." He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place.
Marcus Flint buried his face into his arms that were lying on the table.
Later on, they had gotten their exam marks. Crabbe and Goyle had terrible marks, Blaise with fairly good ones, and Nott with ones that were almost as good as Draco’s. But Draco’s were all high marks, almost as high as Granger’s.
Soon they got on the Hogwarts Express and entered Platform 9 3/4 where Draco met his mother and father.
“Hi, mum,” he said as she gave him a hug.
After he managed to pull away from her, he felt a familiar feeling in his shoulder. It was from his father’s cane. A feeling he knew all too well.
“I got good marks?” Draco said, hoping that would soften the blow.
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In google docs, it's 33 pages (that was just a random fact)
