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Chapter One
Time went by slowly for Draco Malfoy. Hiding out in Malfoy Manor while everyone else was out fighting seemed like the best idea at the time, but as time drug on he grew ever more weary. Lately he'd been having these dreams where he was on the front lines, not aiding, but fighting He Who Must Not Be Named and his Death Eaters. As nights passed, these dreams became more and more vivid. He would awake drenched in sweat with achy muscles all over and always, always short of breath. One night, a vision in the form of a dream came to him, a vision that he couldn't even begin to fathom and a vision he could certainly no longer ignore.
On one particular evening, months into his would be 7th year, Draco snuck out of the Manor for a breath of fresh air. After ensuring that the house elves would not betray him, he apparated in Diagon Alley looking for a bit of mischief. Skulking down the street in the shadows, Draco spied a familiar gaggle of redheads.
'What a poor excuse for purebloods' Draco thought malevolently. Fixing a smirk on his face, he took out his wand and prepared to hex the Weasel, when suddenly She came into view. The girl from his vision, the girl he was supposed to help.
'What is she doing with the Weasley's?' wondered Draco. And then it dawned on him. It was the Weaslette herself. She was one of them!
'I'm supposed to help a Weasley? A blood traitor of the worst kind?' Draco thought increduly.
'Well fuck that. There is no way in Merlin's magical Kingdom that I am helping a Weasley.'
And with that thought Draco turned on the spot and disapparated back to Malfoy Manor with a look of pure disgust on his face.
Upon arriving back at the Manor, Draco immediately locked himself in his room. Making sure there were no house elves around, those pesky little servants, he dove under his bed to retrieve the diary he kept of his dreams.
'If only it wasn't her' he kept muttering under his breath. 'Well I suppose it could have been worse. It could have been that Mudblood Granger, Weasel or even Potty himself.'
Heaving a deep sigh, Draco closed his diary, and with a determination that even surprised himself began to formulate a plan to save that wretched girls' life.
'I don't even know why I am bothering to do this. It's not like I even like her. Her whole family has been a royal pain in my ass ever since I met the Weasel in first year.' Muttered yet again Draco.
'Ah, but you do like her don't you? She's never done anything to you unless provoked. You can't deny that' chimes in his conscience.
'Oh shut up why don't you!' Shouts Draco.
'Oh, I can't believe this, I am yelling at my mind and talking to an empty room. Thankfully there's no one here to hear me or else they would cart me off to St. Mungo's.' Says Draco, while staring at he ceiling from his four poster bed.
'Oh for fuck sakes, I'm doing it again.' And with that, he extinguishes the candles in his room and tries desperately to fall asleep while putting all thoughts of the youngest Weasley out of his mind.
