It's empty in the valley of your heart.

The sun, it rises slowly as you walk away from all the fears

And all the faults you've left behind.

Draco runs a hand through his hair whilst looking down at a puddle near his feet. It's the first day in a week it hasn't rained. The storm clouds are still their though. Draco feels as if they'll stay forever, blocking all light.

He puts his hand in his jacket pocket and pulls out an emerald ring. An 'M' is engraved on the side. It is the only thing left Draco had of his father. His old father. The man that came home from work with treats for Draco. The man who protected his son. The man who had no fears. But now it is different. Now his father's gone cold and rigid. He barely speaks to Draco. Bags hang under his eyes. He's cowardly.

Draco slips the ring onto his right pointer finger and twists it so the 'M' shows on the front. His father is the least of his problems. Something more momentous has been put on his plate. The Dark Lord has given him a task.

Draco is to kill Albus Dumbledore.

His face twists into a scowl. It isn't like he has a choice. Dumbledore will die either way. Only, if Draco refuses his family and he are as good as dead.

None of this is fair.

When Draco grew up he was supposed to have choices, freedom. But instead he's being bossed around like Pettigrew.

Draco impulsively pulls the ring off his finger and throws it as far as he can.

Screw his father.

Draco looks at where the ring landed in another puddle. Something's pulling him to go get it. He wants to forgive his father. He wants to accept his deed. But the stubborn part of him and his pride won't let him budge.

Draco feels a lump forming in his throat. He swallows hard, trying to get rid of it. But a tear falls down his cheek.

He wipes it off as quickly as he can. In good timing too, as just when his hand falls back to his side, a group of three walk by from behind Draco.

He hears the arrogance in one of the boy's voice. He smells the poverty of the other. And he can feel the poison in the girl's blood. But Draco's insults stop short when he hears the arrogant Potter mention Dumbledore.

Before Draco can react, the three brush past him, barely noticing his existence on their way to the brown hut at the bottom of the hill.

Jealousy strikes Draco's heart. They get to strut around the grounds. They are seen as heros. And yet, what has Potter done that's truly heroic? His mother's sacrifice is his biggest accomplishment. He watched Cedric die last year. He freed a prisoner the year before. He saved a girl from a snake that would have done everyone a favor by killing off all the mudbloods. And, finally, he found a stone in his pocket.

Draco could have done all that. All that and more.

He could be the one they look up to.

He could be the one to save day. Get the girl. Live happily after.

Only Draco knows, happy endings don't exist.

It's empty in the valley of your heart.

The sun, it rises slowly as you walk away from all the fears

And all the faults you've left behind.

Okay, so far this isn't 'Dramione' but it will be. Probably starting next chapter.

So this song is called 'Cave' by Mumford & Sons. One verse will be showed in each chapter!