The forest, Forbidden as it was, seemed more inviting right at this moment than I ever remembered it appearing so before. Perhaps the fear of what my father might have come up with in his sick, twisted little mind was making the forest seem more friendly than the upcoming confrontation. Or maybe it was just being friendly?

The idea of a forest, lethal as this one was, being friendly was completely illogical yet it somehow had a faint ring of truth. Then it occurred to me; this was where I belonged. I belonged in a place like this. Dark, cold and foreboding, it fit me exactly.

Let's see... Draco finds out the secret his mother and father haveing been keeping from him, he goes for a midnight rondevouz in the garden and finds someone who's been waiting for him all night. Then she tells him a secret. A deep, dark secret that Draco will be trying to run away from for some time to come... Oh! And a completely random reference to pasta is in there somewhere too :D Have a good read!

There's a little rough 'n' tumble in this here chapter... let's see... Draco has an unnerving dream, we find out a little more about the oh-so-mysterious Malia, Draco gets a call in the night (or shall we say owl?) AND that Weasely girl is being sniped at by our lovely Draco yet again...