"For the last bloody time Potter, WATCH WERE YOU'RE GOING!" Screamed an enraged blonde as he ran into the boy who lived for the third time that week.

Before the dazed Harry could even respond Draco stormed away, his robes billowing out behind him.

"Wonder what crawled up his arse?" Ron Weasly thought out loud as he helped his friend to his feet.

"Who knows who cares? I'm just glad he didn't hang around and try to start anything like last time, far as I'm concerned the less I see of that ferret the better," replied Harry, "C'mon, we'll be late for Transfiguration."

And with that they turned and headed for the left end of the hall.

Now I'm sure transfiguration is a fascinating class and Harry and Ron are going to have an enchanting time in there and if that is the story you want to read about then feel free to follow them. However you will have to do this in your imagination because our story takes us to the right side of the hall, after the enraged Slytherin. If you are reading this sentence now I'm amusing you chose to turn right? Well in that case, let the story begin!

After getting thorough the hidden passage to the Slytherin common room Draco Malfoy stormed up the stairs and forcefully threw his body against the door to his dorm then jumped onto his bed.

He was breathing heavily and glaring angrily at the canopy above his bed. Everything he looked at just seemed to enrage him more, this included the canopy so he stood on his bed and tore it down. He punched his pillows and slammed a chair against the walls, shattering it. He paced around his room making sharp turns and occasionally throwing something to the floor when it displeased him.

The Slytherin prince was unaccustomed to this feeling of utter helplessness and he didn't like it. After his room was in shambles he looked up from the floor and met with his own gaze in a mirror. He stood for a moment looking at the solidly built, towheaded seventeen year old with the piercing blue/grey gaze all fancied up in the finest school robes galleons could buy. He looked at the snake on the crest of his robes then back into his own eyes again.

"I hate you," he spat at himself. Then grabbed the robes by the Slytherin crest and tore at them until they too were lying in a shredded heap on the floor of his room.

He looked around at the chaos he had caused and upon seeing that there was nothing left to destroy he backed up until he was leaning against a wall. He slid down it until he was sitting the floor, and then drew his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, burying his head in his knees, and cried.

He remembered every detail of the conversation he had just had. He remembered the exact words, the tone of voice… the glitter of pride in his father's eye. The last he remembered the best because this was something that he had never seen before. He remembered how a few years ago, hell even last year now that he thought about it, he would have given anything, anything, to receive the look that his father had just given him. This opinion had changed however, when he found out just exactly what anything entailed. Through his semi-numb mind he thought back and remembered what had just happened…

"Mr. Malfoy, the headmaster requests to see you in his office."

'Oh for the love of Pete what does the old wind bag want now?' Draco wondered as he packed up his books and made his way out of the class.

With the exception of a few errand runners and people on their way to the hospital wing the halls were empty and the sound of his footsteps echoed around the hall. He made his way to Dumbledore's office and still he hadn't thought of anything he had done wrong…lately.

Dumbledore had left everything open for him so he could just walk into the office without worrying about the password. He got up and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a voice called from inside. But it wasn't the normal voice of the headmaster, not cheery and caring, but cold and angry maybe? Draco was apprehensive but went in anyway. But when he was standing in the room and saw who was in there with Dumbledore he wished he had stayed out.

"Draco! Come give your father a hug!" Lucius Malfoy said with a big smile on his face and outstretched arms.

Draco was frozen in the doorway just starting wide eyed at the spectacle before him. Never in his entire life had his father uttered those words to him, and now that he was coming towards Draco with arms outstretched in a hug Draco was even more frightened than when his father came towards him with an arm outstretched to hit him across the face.

"What's the matter son? Surprised to see me?" Lucius said with that same horrible smile.

"Uhh umm h-hi uh d-d-dad?" Draco managed to stumble out. His father didn't usually allow Draco to address him so casually but today it didn't seem to matter.

Lucius enveloped Draco in a hug then turned to face Dumbledore with one arm still around Draco.

"I thank you for your time Albus, but I would now appreciate some privacy with my son."

"Yes of course," Dumbledore said formally as he rose stiffly from his chair, "I leave you the use of my office, Draco, I do hope everything is going ok for you," he said looking directly into Draco's eye and Draco had the suspicion that there was something hidden in the man's words, but he couldn't see what it was, so Draco remained silent.

Dumbledore left and as soon as he did Draco had the space of the entire office between him and his father.

"I assume you know why I am here?" Lucius stated rather than asked.

"I don't suppose you missed me?" Draco said, he knew he would pay for this, but he didn't care, he hated it when his father fooled people into thinking that he was a good, dedicated, loving father, and he hated it even more when he did nothing to stop him.

His father turned to face him and looked for a moment like he was about to close the distance between him and his son, or rather the distance between his fist and his son's face, but decided against it.

"Always were a strong one, I knew that from the moment you were born, so did He, that's why you were chosen, and Draco…it's time."

Not comprehending this at first Draco just looked at his father. Then he saw the meaning in his father's eyes, he couldn't stand so he sat in the nearest chair, trying to take in this information.

Lucius was oblivious to his son's discomfort and when rambling on as if he were a child discussing a new ride at an amusement park, "I remember since you were a little boy, I would sit you down and tell you of your special purpose for the dark lord, how you would one day fulfill that purpose, and now you will, you are of age, and He is of the need, you will now become, not only a death eater, but almost his right hand man! Oh many envy you Draco, many many many envy you. You have no idea how many people volunteered themselves to have the child that would one day assist the all powerful one as you soon will, but he chose your mother and I, and what an honor that was. I still remember all the spells and charms placed on you at the time of your birth, truly spectacular, and all to make you the perfect one for this job. It's time Draco, it's time my son!"

Draco lifted his tear-stained face from his knees and looked through the window in his room. He remembered how his father had finished with that twinkle of pride in his eye as he looked down at a boy that he had always thought to be his son, but in fact he was not. By blood and blood alone was there even a trace of Lucius in Draco, if he was anyone's… he was Voldemort's.

A/N Well there it is. Kinda short but I wrote this on the smallest burst of inspiration so yea, hope you like it and I do plan to continue it, I've got it alllllll planed out steeples fingers and laughs manically umm yea any way. Reveiws make my day but if you want to toss a flame my way I do have some marshmallows on hand. G'night everyone!

-Gina