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Elongated Summary: "Trapped In Time"

Pairing: Draco Malfoy / Other Character

Rating: M for Mature for smutty, sexy lemons, mild language, and adult themes

Setting / Time Frame: Post-Hogwarts, inclusive of all Deathly Hallows events; AU for time traveling purposes

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Overall Summary:

Draco Malfoy has worked to change his reputation for many years. After the war, he fought to not be labeled as a Death Eater and thrown in Azkaban. After the death of his mother, he struggled to lose the playboy persona that flagged his period of grief. And now, Draco is lost between the man he wants to be for Isla Brandt, the one committed relationship that has lasted for longer than a week, and the man his selfish actions have forced him to become.

Battling to save Isla from her own misdeeds, Draco must also keep hidden the secrets and lies that will destroy their life together. But the one item that can save Isla from persecution is the only thing keeping her happiness alive.

Draco Malfoy must find the balance between right and wrong before it is too late, before he loses Isla to the man he has most loathed his entire life: himself.

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Chapter One – Accusations Lead to Actions

The wind was fierce, howling at the hooded figure's back as they hurried down the deserted country lane. The moon hung big and bright over the English countryside in the clear night sky, lighting the path of travelers near and far. A small noise like the cracking of a twig was heard and the hooded figure abruptly stopped, whipping out a stick of wood as their stance turned defensive. A second hooded figure, slight and smaller, now stood just yards away, a wand trained at the chest of their prey. One leered suggestively while the other sighed in frustration; it was going to be another long night of defense and protection.

In a flash of blue, the two figures began to duel, cries of pain and triumph echoing as the hooded persons fought for their lives. The moon glimmered off a glimpse of golden hair as the hood was thrown from the mysterious attacker's head. Both wizards stopped their magical fight, the first doubling over to catch his breath as the second hurriedly replaced her hood.

"I could have killed you, you know."

"I know," came the soft reply from the female attacker. "I didn't know you were traveling these paths tonight."

The man stood to his full height, his tall, lean frame casting a thin shadow down the dirty cobbled path. His broad shoulders squared as he faced the female across from him, a look of disappointment evident underneath his hood. She straightened her stance as well, stowing her wand in the folds of her robe as she took a small step towards the man.

"What are you doing here anyways? Shouldn't you be at the Ministry, where I told you to be, instead of gallivanting around a dangerous countryside in precarious times like these?" The impatience was not hidden from his voice but a trace of worry laced his tone as well.

"I'm a bloody Unspeakable too! I have my own work to do and you have no business telling me where I should be when I am on assignment!" She turned on the spot and huffed off in the opposite direction, grumbling when she heard footsteps just behind her own.

He quietly fell into step with her and they walked for several minutes, slightly uncomfortable due to the near death attack, before either said a word. Her thoughts had returned to completing her current mission and she startled when he coughed, halting their progress as she stopped.

"What is it, Draco! Just spit it out. I don't want to deal with your patronizing gestures and ... noises and… and thoughts! I have work to do and I cannot babysit you until you realize you have work to do as well!"

His gentle laugh rolled across the quiet landscape, infuriating her more because of his apparent lack of ability to pick up on her emotions. "I am not trying to patronize you, love. I am merely looking out for the safety and well-being of a fellow Unspeakable, fellow Hogwarts alumni, and the current love of my life and bane of my existence." A long, thin hand reached up from behind his back to trace her jaw. "If I had anything important to do tonight I would not still be here. I know you can handle yourself but when I know you are out, alone, on a cold night like this, I can't help but want to follow along."

A strong wind continued to whip at the black folds of their robes, howling as it pulled through the branches and leaves of the old trees nearby. In a village just over the hills a church bell tower chimed midnight, signaling the entrance of another day. Birds fluttered from a nearby tree in to the night and the small woman standing on the lonely cobbled path next to the tall, slight man sighed in longing for the freedom of flight.

"Draco. We are both Unspeakables. We are both bound to our oaths as Unspeakables to not speak about our work." She looked at him as if he should know these words by now. "As co-workers first, we only know the basics of each other's careers: I work in the Time Chamber and you, well I still don't know which Chamber you work in. Where do you work? What do you do, Draco?" Her arms crossed as the confidence in her voice piqued and she peered at him questioningly.

"What I do is not important right now. What is important is you finishing your assignment so we can both be at home, sitting by the fireplace, snuggled up talking about what I want to do to you naked as you tell me how handsome and perfect I am." His impish grin made her smile, his arms snaking past her hips to her ass to pull her closer. "Now go finish your job so you can come home to me."

The woman knew he was right but could not get past a tugging feeling that his presence here tonight meant more to her unfinished work than she would care to admit. Unspeakables did not run into each other casually while on rendezvous. Unspeakables did not duel in deserted countrysides in the middle of the night while a dark and powerful wizard was loose from Azkaban. Unspeakables stayed hidden and erased all memory of their presence.

She leaned up and lightly kissed Draco's cheek, relishing in the small warmth his touch provided. "I'll see you when I see you." The witch said, smiling sweetly as she closed her eyes and leaned into him. Draco's eyes closed reflexively and he wrapped his body more around her smaller frame. He felt her lips kiss him again on his cheek and he curved further around her shape. When his arms kept rounding and he lost his balance, Draco opened his eyes to find the woman gone.

She had Disapparated from underneath his nose.

A mile away the witch flew silently through the night sky, hurrying to get back to the place she left Draco to watch his actions after her disappearance. She cleared the trees and could see his glowing hair in the moonlight as he took out his wand and murmured a spell. A silver mist escaped the tip of his wand and it slowly took the form of a small dragon. As the Patronus stood still in front of him, Draco spoke softly into the charm transferring a message to an anonymous recipient. She watched as he straightened, the Patronus going into the night until it was a silver dot whirring to a faraway destination. Closer by, Draco returned his wand to its holster and the ghost of an irritated smile flickered across his face as he pulled his hood back over his face.

The witch continued to fly silently in the air above, watching the wizard as he set out on an easy stroll down the way he had initially been going. She wondered what his incentive to be in this place tonight was, if he had truly been on an errand or following her. This isolated valley and countryside was not an area that any other division of Unspeakables were investigating, she was sure of it. No, Draco's presence in this spot tonight held a significance she was not certain of yet.

She looked as he strolled down, a mile away from her now, and swiftly closed the distance between them as she continued watching him. He stopped at a bend in the road, walking towards a large shady tree covering the corner piece of land. A large dark figure materialized next to the tree as Draco approached steadily.

"Zabini," she heard Draco say. The men shook hands and started murmuring rapidly.

"What happened, Malfoy?" Blaise asked.

"She was here. Not a mile north. Apparated almost to the exact spot." Draco sounded pained, as if admitting those words made some awful truth real. "She stayed only minutes after she saw me and we conversed. I don't know where she was going or if she Disapparated there upon leaving me."

Blaise nodded his head in understanding. He stood in thought with his hands held behind his back, appraising Draco with a critical eye. "Confirmation is the most we hoped to attain here tonight. Now we can begin our plans for the next step."

Draco's head dropped and he nodded in understanding. As he spoke he lifted his gaze. "As promised, Isla will not be tried or imprisoned or blamed for any results. She will walk away from this as if she were you or I."

Blaise too nodded in agreement. "Yes, as discussed it will appear as if Isla had no involvement in this situation. As long as she is the player we think she is."

Draco huffed in satisfaction and Disapparated from under the tree's shadow. Blaise returned his cloak and Disapparated as well.

Isla gently fell the remaining feet to the ground, processing this new information. Her instincts had not been wrong, but why would her lover turn against her? Draco had been loyal to her since she had asserted her presence after he tried to start dating other witches when she refused to sleep with him in the beginning of their courtship. He could be misguided but Draco always had good intentions and Isla knew he would not do something if he thought it would harm her.

His short business meeting left her wondering many things but her confidence in Draco rebuffed those thoughts. Quickly Isla readied herself to Disapparate; she still had a job to finish. She smiled slightly as she breathed deeply, reciting her destination in her head as the familiar tug pulled her through time and space as she Disapparated.

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The depth and darkness of the Department of Mysteries always comforted Draco. It reminded him of the long, lazy days spent beneath the lake in the Slytherin common room while he was at Hogwarts. The black marble walls radiated cold and on strong winter mornings, one's breath could be seen in front of them as if a Dementor were strolling beside them. His reflection glinted off the shiny marble as he passed each blue flamed candle, his walking pace increasing as the Entrance door at the end of the hallway appeared. Despite his past failures, Draco had a knack for ending up in the right place and he felt assured that his position as an Unspeakable was no coincidence.

He pulled open the heavy door, retching himself from the hallway into the Entrance Room. His mercury eyes shut immediately, the room spinning around him in an attempt to confuse the less knowledgeable witch or wizard. With the room safely still Draco strode purposefully towards the third door on his left, reaching for an invisible door knob in the center of the black marble. The door quickly shut behind him as he walked into the Hall of Prophecy. Standing still, his eyes scanned down rows 1 through 53 on his left, rows 54 and beyond on his right. The room looked the same every day when he walked in but he was always amazed to see the hundreds of thousands of prophecies lining the shelves, lighting the room with their ethereal glow.

Draco began his journey again, walking briskly down the center aisle to the very depths of this Department in the Mysteries. A vague door could be seen in the gray stone walls, its jagged outline appearing as if a ghostly child was drawing them with a crayon. He pressed his hand to the middle of the rough doorway and pushed forward through the stone, his hand warming as the magic inside the rock accepted him. His body was pulled forward with the flow of the magic, going through the stone wall and ending in a small, rectangular chamber with multiple desks strewn about.

Only current Unspeakables in the Hall of Prophecy knew about this office space, a hidden refuge in the perilous Department of Mysteries. Draco approached the desk in the far corner and sat down in a massive black leather chair. His desk sat before him and he knew somewhere underneath the mail stacked neatly on the right side was a folder containing new details and plans for his current assignment.

An assignment which was turning out to be more troublesome by the day. If their suspicions are correct, he stood the possibility of losing Isla. The idea spread a very uncomfortable feeling of uncertainty about his body and Draco was sure this new emotion was the offspring of his first long term relationship with one witch.

He began flipping absently through pieces of parchment until his thoughts could no longer evade his actions.

Draco jumped out of his chair to pace the stone floor in front of his desk, his cool, pale hands grasped firmly behind his back. He dared not look into the folder yet, his emotions were still running high concerning Isla and he did not need to overreact to such a sensitive situation. The lanterns hanging off the walls cast shadows across the room and as Draco walked through them, his thoughts continued to mull over the new developments. Isla would be gone for the week on an assignment and she knew she would return to a furious boyfriend after their row yesterday before her departure. Her accusations of cheating had caught him off guard and his hasty reply to questions about his recent whereabouts and nightly trysts had sent Isla in a rage. She slapped him, he shoved her, and before he could blink she was out the door and Disapparated.

He regretted his temper but Isla had no justification in blaming him for his old ways when he had been faithful to her for so long. It had been three years since he had helped her through the Entrance Door on her first day, patronizing her for not knowing the ropes before she started her new job. She accepted his evasive help and sought him out on lunch breaks in the Ministry cafe, chatting him up when walking through the halls of the Ministry. He found her persistent attempts at friendship annoyingly endearing and in turn, he flirted to embarrass her and often made crude remarks concerning her choice of clothing.

One day after a particularly vicious meeting, the sexual tension broke a barrier and they consummated their future relationship. No one questioned their budding romance, but those in disagreement with their decision made their opinions known, Blaise stating on more than one occasion his mistrust of office relationships. Draco often thought it was the stupidity of his youth that had landed him in a committed relationship so young in life.

His feet stopped, pacing momentarily forgotten as thoughts of anger boiled over. He turned to face his desk, fists slamming violently on the dark wood. His right hand swept across the expansive surface, items slamming violently against the walls, smashing against the floors.

No woman infuriated Draco Malfoy like this without personal consequences. He may love her but severe accusations deserved retaliation. If Isla thought he was cheating on her, then he would do exactly as she suggested. Of course, he would have to be liquored up first but this night would bring out the demon in Draco Malfoy that he had caged for many a years.

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His memories became separated upon his arrival to a dark pub at the mouth of Knockturn Alley. Draco had Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and seeing no social prospects, wandered down Diagon Alley, whistling with his hands in his pockets as he strolled the cobblestone paths. The opening of a pub door perked his senses and he turned to get a better look at the dim light emitting from a shabby entrance. The name Hog's Breath was etched simply next to the doorway underneath a dying lantern.

The lighting was even darker when he entered the rustic tavern, sidling up to the bar to turn and survey the crowd. Small green flames burned atop white candles upon distraught tables, casting eerie glows to the faces of each table's occupants as the witches and wizards huddled close in conversation. Darker nooks and niches indicated private side rooms and tables.

Draco turned back to the bar, grabbing the attention of the barmaid as she passed by.

"Firewhiskey," he stated, nodding his head politely to show his thanks. She smiled in return, a mouth full of yellow and rotting teeth bared between thin, cracked lips.

The glass appeared in front of him, a bottle of the liquor suspended in midair ready to pour its contents into the cup. Draco watched the amber liquid flow from the mouth of the bottle, filling the glass and swirling a bit as the pouring ceased. He emptied the drink in one gulp and motioned for more, "Double," he told the barmaid.

The self-pouring bottle continued to give him doubles for the next rounds, ultimately leading to a light buzz that spun Draco's head when he turned again to see who had walked into the pub. He was effectively sloshed within the evening's time and soon became friendly with the fellow patrons sitting at the bar.

In the blink of an eye Draco was sitting at a table with a younger witch and wizard, chatting on about some Hogwarts story or a memory from the Ministry. He kept forgetting where he knew the pair from but they kept buying his drinks so he didn't mind rubbing elbows with unfamiliar people. The woman was striking; she looked much like a girl from Slytherin whose name he couldn't quite remember. The man was thin, swallow like a younger version of Severus Snape without the long, greasy hair.

They continued to drink. Draco turned around and he was in a private side room, time slipping through his fingers as the alcohol controlled his brain. The woman was in front of him, swaying slightly to an offbeat tune drifting from the main room of the pub. Her long silvery blond hair reminded him of his mother's and drunkenly he combed his fingers through the strands. She took it as a sign of affection and snuggled up closer to his swaying body.

Again, he blinked and he was standing outside, his lips numb coming off those of the blonde haired witch. She smiled up at him coyly underneath thick dark eye lashes, bright blue eyes twinkling under the moon's light. His hand was grabbed and Draco was pulled down the path after her, drunken feet carrying the couple to the brighter streets of Diagon Alley. They rushed into the Leaky Cauldron, hurriedly greeting Tom behind the bar. The blonde grabbed the lapels of Draco's robes, jerking him into the fireplace as she threw Floo powder into the hearth.

His feet hit solid ground, head hitting the fireplace mantel, effectively knocking him to the floor. His head spinning and his senses going in and out of working, Draco looked around lazily. The blonde was in the next room, clinking and clanking indicating she was putting on a pot of tea. Slowly he got to his feet and moved to sit on a sofa.

"Are you alright?" A soft voice asked. "I don't Floo well when I'm drinking but we're both here in one pieces so 'is okay." She giggled, rattling the tea cups on the silver tray she was carrying.

Draco's eyes slowly took in her rapid movements, half her actions disjointed and half-finished as her drunken brain realized its capabilities.

"I'm fine. I'll be bloody fantastic in the morning." He laughed sarcastically, his own joke missed on the witch. "But right now, I can think of a few things had would make me feel a whole lot better."

This time his smirk was understood by her and the blonde put down her cup of tea, relishing in the new found sexual advances from the handsome man across from her. Her chest puffed forward with her breathing and she stood up, walking to stand in front of the sitting wizard. She grabbed his hands, gently pulling him up to his full height and directing him to her bedroom.

Draco pulled her back to him, wrapping his arms and body around her as she tilted her face towards him, slanting her mouth to meet his as they crashed together. The chemistry was palpable and Draco was eager to explore someone who he connected to so quickly. His drunken fingers pawed at her sweater, nimbly unbuttoning the tiny pearls from the deep purple cashmere. Her hot mouth trailed down his neck and stopped at the collarbone, her fingers pulling at his shirt as her lips mauled his uncovered upper body.

As both shirts hit the floor, they began shuffling towards the bedroom doorway, pieces of clothing marking their path as they stumbled and tried to get to the bed. Moon light unveiled and eclipsed the planes of their bodies as they stood naked in front of a floor length window overlooking the dim city lights of London. Draco kissed her once more, his hands holding the base of her neck towards his own face. She put one leg, then the wrapped other, around his hips and rocked herself against his bare torso, shimmying down to feel his erection against her slick skin. His hands moved to cup her ass and with a final step they fell to the bed.

The next morning the sunlight streamed freely into the large room, falling across the sharp angles of Draco's face as he slept soundly wrapped in black sheets. He woke to hear the shower running somewhere behind his head. Soft singing told him the blonde woman was awake and he wondered how much time he had before she would finish.

He pulled the silk bed sheets from his body, sitting up to place his feet on the carpeted floor as the world swam around him. There's time for a hangover draft once I get home, he thought. No time to dawdle here and get stuck making small talk about how great I am at drunk sex. He laughed to himself and smiled at the thought of an awkward conversation with his very recent one night stand. His pants and shirt and other clothing had been neatly folded and stacked on a chair near the window, his shoes on the floor with socks stuffed in them.

Again he smirked and laughed at this woman's expense. She would be, or possibly already was, a good house wife, not forgetting her skills in the bedroom he thought. Too bad he had been drunk last night and had no interest in a woman he met while sloshed at a pub in Knockturn Alley. He slipped on his shoes and robes, grabbing his wand as he heard the stream of water in the shower turn off.

The singing continued and grew louder as Draco attempted to sneak out into the living room to escape the witch's questions and return home. He reached to grab his wand and ran into a dresser in front of the bed. It knocked against the bed, jerking the frame against the wall and making a large noise.

"Draco?" the woman called from the bathroom. "Are you awake, love?"

He could hear her shuffling to finish her bathing activities, rushing to see if he was indeed awake. Wrenching open the door he eased around the furniture in front of him as he heard her call his name again as she opened the bathroom door. He waved his hand and the front door whirled agape as he readied his wand to Disapparate. She would have placed wards on her house to prevent Apparating directly inside and he stopped on the spot as he entered the hallway. He turned to shut the door behind him and with a soft pop, Draco Disapparated on the spot.

He landed uneasily in his backyard. The back porch lay before him and he hobbled to a nearby chair and sat momentarily to stop the spinning of his head. Judging by the sun's position in the sky he thought it about noon, plenty of time for himself before returning to work the next day.

The swimming in his head calmed and he got to his feet, waving his wand to unlock the backdoor into his cottage home. Candles went aflame as he passed them and he paused to put on a pot of water for tea. Rubbing his face, Draco disrobed once more as he walked into his own bedroom and pulled on a silk green robe.

He finished making tea and paused against the kitchen counter as his body drank in the warmth from the drink. It was too late for him to take the hangover draft, a hot shower and a day of sleeping would have to suffice to cure his ailments. He turned on the taps and adjusted the water upon entering his bathroom and shower.

Draco stripped naked before walking into the steaming marble and glass walled shower. He adjusted the water temperature, standing under the jets as the stream warmed. His pale, shoulder length hair became plastered to his forehead and neck as he leaned against the marble wall. All the muscles on his lean frame ached, from his stretched calves to his extended biceps and he rotated each appendage in turn to decrease stiffness.

He turned around under the flow of the hot water, the steam around him casting a fog to the bathroom. The water cascaded down his back and poured over his front, rippling down his slight abs, over his tapered waist, and sliding down his legs. A jerk in temperature caused all his body hair to stand on end, goose bumps rising before the heat returned to the water.

Continuing to stand under the strong pulse of hot water, Draco turned his head to let the rush of water bathe his face. His skin adjusted to the heat and he reached one hand behind him to turn the taps further to the left. His broad shoulders stretched his long arms up and his waist bent as his fingertips brushed the tile as he loosened his muscles further.

Draco finished his bathing routine, washing his hair and scrubbing his body. As he stepped out of the glass shower his body felt heavier than he could remember. He trudged over to the vanity mirrors and counter-top and wiped the steam off the mirrors, seeing his reflection to justify the aches his joints felt. Lines drove across his forehead and around his mouth, creases at his eyes showing the stress and age he had already endured. Blonde eyebrows arched flawlessly over long ashy eyelashes and swift grey eyes, eyes that had seen death and unimaginable horrors and eyes that had witnessed love and retribution.

The bedroom proved a cooler atmosphere as Draco redressed once more, this time not putting on pieces of clothing but remaining in his underwear. He drew the heavy curtains across the windows to extinguish light for his slumber. Hauling back the duvet and sheets, he sat on the mattress and swung his feet onto the bed as his body relaxed into the comfort.

Pale blonde locks nestled against the emerald silk pillow, soft skin with blonde eyelashes closing over his stormy grey eyes as Draco situated himself for sleep. Visions of two blonde women swam together as his unconscious seeped further into his consciousness.

One more breath.

And Draco was asleep, unaware of the on goings of the world around him. Dreams turned into nightmares and he wrestled with his comatose thoughts as the day waned on.

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He was at Hogwarts, walking down an outdoor hallway.

His bare feet treaded lightly on the uneven ground, weary of sticks and stones without glancing down to look for them. He looked up; a cloaked figure hovered around the corner of a stone pillar to his right, hidden in the shadows the moon cast over their head.

The person motioned him, turning to start walking down a rock path leading to the lake shore closet to the Quidditch pitch. He turned to look behind him, flickers of light indicated human presence in the castle but no one was at a window to watch him walk to a mysterious hooded being waiting for him in the night. A breeze blew the covering of the cloak in front of him and a whisp of blonde hair escaped to flutter in the wind.

Isla, he thought, but as he ran closer the color of the hair changed, it was not the golden blonde of Isla but the silvery blonde of the woman from the pub.

They stopped in a clearing just beyond the small beach along the Black Lake, the brightness of the open land hidden beneath the thick canopy of trees.

"Who are you?" he asked, confused at the mysteriousness of his dream.

"I am who you want me to be." They gently began to circle him, robes rustling along the leaves and underbrush.

"But why do you keep haunting my dreams? Mother, I do not understand."

Narcissa removed her hood as she stopped in front of him and smiled tenderly at her son. "Because Draco, you miss me and this is the only way you let yourself see me. You really must try to understand the reasoning for my actions. I realize my death was poorly timed, just after the great Battle of Hogwarts and all. I think that's why we're here tonight; I spent many wonderful years here, Draco. Just as you did, I'm sure." Her laugh tinkled like small Christmas bells and he longed to hear that sound in a conscious state.

"I know I was not the best mother to you as a child." She sighed this time, her eyes downcast as she forlornly explained herself. "Your father was so domineering with your upbringing and I feared his wrath just as you grew to. I regret not being there for you more as a child."

He leaned into her ghostly hand on his cheek as she soothingly brushed his pale skin. "Listen, my son. You are going to face many obstacles in your life. You will be faced with decisions that will tear your heart in two and you will make decisions that will hurt those you love. But always remember that it is darkest before the dawn. Whatever happens to you, it will get better and your life will be happy and full if you let it be."

She smiled once more, replacing her hood and turning to leave him. He reached for the back of her robes though and tugged her back. But when he removed the hood and looked the silver haired blonde in the face, it was not his mother staring back at him.

"Do not fear the future, Draco."

This one-night stand was really sticking with him. The beautiful blonde witch from the night before stared up at him, big blue eyes catching him in a trance as she smirked at him. Recognition hit him as he gazed at her lovely face. Even in his dream state he could not deny your grown up beauty.

Astoria Greengrass.

"The future is always changing and you will always have the free will to do as you please and to make your own decisions."

She blinked and the face morphed, nose and jaw extending and eyes changing to a familiar bright blue as the silver blonde turned to a flowing medium golden blonde.

Isla now stood in his grasp, the robes still clutched in his fingers.

"You have a good heart, Draco. You are a worthy man who deserves all the joys the world has to offer. Do not deny yourself something you love because you fear justice for your misdeeds." Her small, warm hand grabbed his and squeezed. "I always tell you everything happens for a reason; not everything is within your control, remember that one Draco." She smiled, a dimple appearing on her right cheek and on the side of her left eye, both battle scars and imperfections.

Once more she moved to leave and he did not reach out for her as she turned, replacing the hood and gliding into the surrounding forest.

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Draco woke with a start, glancing at the small clock on the nightstand to confirm that he had indeed slept through the night into the next day. The strange dream lingered on the outskirts of his memories, pieces falling together in a random order making the sequence of events different. He remembered the three women, their faces distinctly appearing in his mind as they morphed into each other like in the dream.

One thing was certain, Draco knew his mother wanted resolution and he knew his time was limited to create peace where there had always been hostility. Rising out of bed and trotting to the loo, Draco recognized his task for the day. It could possibly kill him but he had to return to Malfoy Manor.

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A/N:

I know how random and strange some OC stories can be but please give this story a chance, I hope you can grow to love Draco as much as I do.

Also, thank you for reading! This may seem somewhat disjointed from the following chapters since it was written almost two years ago so please be patient, this chapter will be revised as the rest of the story is updated. Please review!