Kyla: Alright, I rewrote some of this so I could try to keep the story from being AU, so read on.

Draco of the Malfoy's No Longer
Chapter One
by
Kyla Mizuki

"Please, Father," a young blond boy pleaded helplessly up to his father, the one he had been raised to be like. The only thing is, Draco Malfoy could not be Lucius Malfoy... Lucius was heartless and didn't particularly care to kill or torture others, but Draco couldn't take it. Sure, he picked on his classmates at Hogwarts, but he'd never done any of the things his father had done, and now, the young Malfoy was standing on trembly knees. He gazed imploringly with silver eyes at the man he called father. "Don't make me, please," the boy begged, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

"You will do as your told, Draco, and you will like it. I do not want to hear any complaint, do you understand?" Lucius inquired coldly, not even really caring that his son was trembling in fear.

"But, father, I," Draco began to stammer again, but a resounding slap and a sharp pain in his cheek caused him to fall into a startled silence. Gingerly, he touched his cheek. He couldn't believe his father had just slapped him.

"No buts, Draco," Lucius hissed with narrowed gray eyes, acting as if he had not just slapped his son, "you will perform this task, and you will not complain! You've been raised to serve the Dark Lord." He then grabbed Draco by the scruff of the boy's wrinkle-free robe and began to drag Draco after him.

Lucius drug Draco downstairs to the foyer to wait for the Dark Lord to arrive and give Draco his task while the teenager continued to beg and plead, but Lucius scowled at the way the boy was acting and slapped him again. "Silence, you will do this. If you disgrace me, so help me you'll face my wrath, and you know how unreasonable I can be when I'm angry," he sneered at his son, who had become even paler than he normally was. "Now, stop this useless begging and act like the Malfoy you're supposed to be," he demanded and glared at the boy in warning.

Biting his lip in worry, Draco fell silent, forcing himself to calm down. He didn't want to anger his father, nor the Dark Lord, who had just arrived to be cordially greeted by Lucius and Draco, who had wiped all remains of emotion from his face.

"So," Voldemort turned to look at Draco, "are you ready for your task, young Draco?" the Dark Lord sneered as Death Eaters followed their master inside and crowded around the Malfoys and Voldemort.

"Yes, sir," Draco made himself say in a polite tone. He didn't want to disappoint his father, but he wasn't sure if he could do this...

Voldemort nodded and snapped at the group of Death Eaters, "Bring the girl out!"

There was the scuffling footsteps of two Death Eaters as they stepped from the group and tossed a bushy-haired girl to the floor at Draco's feet. It was one weak and very frightened Hermione Granger. Her gaze snapped up to meet Draco's, her eyes pleading with him, begging him to help her, but he couldn't. Why did it have to be her though?

"Draco, you're task is to kill this mudblood," Voldemort smirked down at the girl, who turned her terrified gaze to him.

"She's not worth my time," Draco tried to stall for time. He couldn't do this. He couldn't kill her. Sure, he wasn't fond of her, but he couldn't kill her. That was too extreme.

"Oh, she isn't, is she?" Voldemort asked coldly, and Draco could feel his father's furious glare burning into his back, and his grip on his wand tightened slightly.

"No, she isn't," Draco said more firmly. He didn't have to like her, but he couldn't just kill her. She'd never done anything to him personally. He'd just been mean to her to spite Harry Potter, but looking down at her now, begging him to help her, he couldn't stand it... He wasn't heartless, well, not that heartless anyway.

"And neither are you if you do not kill the girl," Lucius hissed in my ear, furious at how I was behaving.

Draco gulped. His father had an awful temper, and Draco hated to be on the receiving end of that anger, but could it really be that easy? To lift his wand and kill Hermione with two quick words? How would he feel afterwards? He was sure the guilt would drive him insane, but he couldn't let his father down. He wanted to be a son that Lucius would be proud of. Draco had wanted to become just like his father when he was younger, but after seeing how Lucius acted, he had quickly changed his mind. If only he could change out of this family just as fast.

Hermione tried to speak, but she never could. A silencing charm had been cast on her, and she could only watch as Draco Malfoy was told to kill her. She seemed to notice that Draco really didn't want to kill her, and it surprised her, but she didn't complain. She could see Draco was trying to figure a way to get her out, but would he pull through? He was in Slytherin, after all. He was witty and strong, but Slytherins were not known for their bravery.

"Come now, young Draco, you're father had already killed before he was your age. It's really not that hard," Voldemort sneered down at the blond boy.

Draco muttered something, but no one could hear what he said. When the dark lord told him to speak louder, the Slytherin gripped his wand tighter and mumbled, "I'm not like," his voice trailing off into more inaudible muttering.

"Speak up, boy!" Lucius finally snapped and rapped his son hard with the cane the elder Malfoy carried with him.

With a hiss, Draco willed himself not to break away and run for it. If he did, he might as well say good bye to his life. If Voldemort didn't kill him, then his own father sure would. He bit anxiously on his lip and hung on for as long as he could, but he came to the conclusion that he could not go through with this. There had to be some other way...

Gritting his teeth, Draco took a deep breath before screaming, "I'm not like my father!" He dashed forward and grabbed Hermione by her arm, yanking her along behind him as he broke through the crowd of Death Eaters, the dark lord furiously yelling at his followers to attack and kill both the Hogwarts students.

As he raced down the hall, Hermione in tow, and around a sharp corner, he heard the Dark Lord's angry voice hiss, "Get him! Go after him, you fools!" The sound of footsteps coming closer sent adrenaline pumping through his veins as he put on another burst of speed. He wasn't even thinking now. He was too focused on just getting out of the house and escaping the Death Eaters and a furious Dark Lord.

The cloaked witches and wizards behind him began shooting spells of any kind at Hermione and Draco when they came within range. Death Eaters fired the Unforgivable curses and many other dangerous and violent spells they knew. One managed to rip a bad gash across his back, and Draco stumbled as a result, falling to his knees as he panted. But the sound of the Death Eaters approaching quickly forced Draco back onto his feet and into a run once again. He felt Hermione wince now and then and knew that they had to get away somehow.

He ran and ran, pulling Hermione along, and eventually the sounds of their followers disappeared, but he dared not stop, unsure of what might happen if he did. He had no idea where he was, and he kept on running until he collapsed from exhaustion, his body aching in protest at such a long run like that. Breaths came in quick pants, and the blond boy released his grip on Hermione and curled up into a fetal position to try and relax.

Needless to say, Hermione was shocked. Draco had refused to kill her and had even saved her! The blond had helped her escape. When he finally collapsed, clearly tired, she set an arm on his shoulder. He looked up at her with weary gray eyes. With a struggle of effort, he pointed his wand at her and muttered the counter spell that would allow Hermione to be able to speak.

"Malfoy, I," Hermione began, shocked, while Draco numbly let his wand hand drop back onto the ground. "You... why?"

"Do you always have to know everything, Granger?" Draco smirked lightly before falling into unconsciousness with a small sigh.

Hermione shook her head, a soft smile growing on her face. She tried to clean the blond's wounds up a little then attempted to care for her own wounds she had received. The bandaging wasn't perfect, but it would have to do until they could get some help. Then, she heard it: a rustling in the trees. Wide eyes looked around carefully. She could hear Lucius' angry voice...

In a panic, the Gryffindor quietly pulled Draco over to a bush and hid him in the underbrush. She could lure the Death Eaters away, escape, and find help, then come get Draco. Squaring her shoulders, she was set and determined. She made a run through the trees, and instantly, the Death Eaters were on her heels. Lucius was about to chase after them, but he stilled when he saw a wand, Draco's wand laying innocently on the ground. With a evil sneer, he picked it up and broke it before letting it fall to the ground in two pieces. Then, the elder Malfoy chased after his fellow Death Eaters. They wanted to catch up to Draco and Hermione. Little did they know, they had ran right past Draco, who was half aware of what was going on.

Draco had been awoken by his father's voice, and the young blond became terrified. He couldn't move his body, even if he'd had the courage to. He was just plain exhausted. The satisfied chuckle of his father and the breaking of a wooden stick, his wand, made Draco realize what was going on. What does that mudblood think she's doing? He mentally asked himself. He was very grateful, but what was he to do now? Wait and let the Death Eaters find him?

Out of the forest's foliage suddenly stepped a figure, and Draco shuddered when he felt a hand being set on his shoulder as he cried out a small whine. He knew he must look particularly pathetic, but what was he to do? He had given up; anyone could tell by just looking into his lost, lifeless gray eyes that fluttered open just long enough to gaze up at the mysterious figure who had found him. He hadn't even his wand to attempt to protect himself with and his cloak and clothes were torn and shabby-looking. He blacked out as the mystery person moved to pick him up.

Kyla: Hope I didn't confuse anyone too much with me switching and changing some things... xP