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Chapter 1

I strolled through Oxford Street in muggle London, listening to the bustle of the busy street and browsing at the strange shops and dodging the muggles.

Oh yes, me, Draco Malfoy in Muggle London...

I scanned the different shops I passed. Perfume shops, clothes shops, beauty shops... I cringed moving to the other side of the cobbled street keeping as much distance from the beauty shop as possible. I shuddered, thinking about the last time I was dragged into one of those things. There was lots of makeup, lots of pink and lots of...Women.

Not that it was a bad thing when it came to women.

I smirked

It's just bad when they want to talk to you about their issues.

My face fell again.

The curved letters of a sign a couple of meters ahead caught my eye, I peered up at it.

Jersey Books.

I stopped at the entrance and tilted to my right, glancing at the row upon row of books set up in the small shop. My eyes scanned the interior and I smiled. It looked homely and surprisingly comfortable with the carpeted floors, plush chairs scattered around and the soft brown colour tones.

Jeeze Draco, way to sound like a real man.

I frowned letting out a small cough and looking to the ground. Like hell I wasn't a real man. Going on from my original thought I shook my head slightly, knowing that I should tell Granger about this little shop, it would probably be her kind of heaven. I chuckled as I wandered in, imagining Hermione's face when she saw the shop. I let the warmed air wrap around me and I felt my shoulders loosen. I started to ponder not even mentioning the shop to Hermione and keeping it for myself. That sounded like a very good idea. I stopped off to the corner, making sure no muggle could accidentally brush past me and reveal my presence in the small shop. Adjusting my invisibility spell I thought back to the end of the war.

Ever since I joined the Order everybody had easily accepted common ground with me, surprisingly. I know that being nice won't hurt anyone but I'm pretty sure doing things like searching for everybody's Christmas present is still a pain in the ass. It had been five years since the fall of voldemort and we were celebrating of course, most of us remembering the pain on that day and rejoicing that we are still alive.

I shoved my hands, along with my wand, into my robe pockets and started walking around the book shop, easily avoiding people and checking out the books as I passed. After a couple of minutes of aimlessly wondering through the aisles I found the History section. My eyes widened at the amount of books there were. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a book;

The history of many worlds

I sighed and reminded myself that I had to come back another day when the streets weren't so busy and get this for Hermione without my invisibility spell cast upon myself.

I turned my head and made direct eye contact with a girl sitting at the information desk at the far end of the aisle. Feeling a jolt of awareness run up my spine, I slowly looked behind me, praying she was gazing at a different person.

How could she possibly see you when you have an invisibility spell cast?

I scoffed at my sudden realisation, thinking of how much of an idiot I was and looked back to the girl. This time she had her head cocked and an eyebrow raised. I took a deep breath, making sure my magic was still flowing around me and started to move off the other side of the aisle.

Her eyes followed me

Oh shit.

I looked around nervously and reassured myself. I looked back to the girl; she was still looking fixedly at me.

It's okay... Try waving.

She waved back.

My brain went into overload so I turned and ran out of the shop, barely dodging people as I flew past and straight to the disapperating point and disapperated to the Malfoy manor. I felt my stomach clench and gurgle as I landed in the hall way and I held a hand against the wall as I leaned over and dry retched. After a minute or two I stood up and adjusted myself. I walked through the halls and into my private study, the one that was once my fathers.

I pulled out my wand and flicked it at the fire place causing a fire to erupt and start to crackle, heating up the room instantly and giving me a sense of safety.

How could she have possibly seen me? Some Muggle girl looking through my expertly strengthened magic as if she were looking through a window. I shuddered; no one was allowed to read me like that. Especially a muggle girl.

A pretty muggle girl.

What? Just because her long, straight brown hair hung like a curtain of silk and her cheeks were tainted with a pink that had probably been there since she was born and her swirling, bluey - green eyes...

I will go back tomorrow and see what happens

I thought, grabbing a glass of fire whisky and sitting in the chair by the fire.

Yes, tomorrow.

The next morning I awoke in the very same chair, my head on my shoulder and my arm slung out, still clutching the glass. I groaned screwing my eyes Closed. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around the room. I managed to convince myself to get up and go look in the mirror.

Not a good idea.

My hair was in every direction, my clothes crumpled and uncomfortable and there were bags under my eyes.

"You don't have to do this Draco."

I faintly heard the glass that was once in my hand smash on the wooden floor when an image flashed into the mirrors surface.

There were tears running down my face, I was clutching at the sink and I knew... I KNEW I was weak. Weak enough to feel despair when I watched Dumbledore fall, weak enough to want to run away from this and pretend I was a common muggle.

"I'll kill your family and then you Draco"

"NO"

I screamed at the mirror, helpless and pathetic. I couldn't breathe and I clutched at the tie at my neck. I could feel it inching up, wrapping around my throat.

"No one can kill me Draco, not when I live in you."

"NO"

I screamed again, seeing his face laughing at my pain

"I CHANGED SIDES"

I yelled at the reflection.

"You can't change sides with your own mind Draco."

"Draco?"

I looked up to see Harry, fuming, clutching his wand and stamping towards me. I could feel the pain again, the pain of being ripped to pieces by a simple spell that was yet to be spilt out of his mouth.

"Draco!"

I felt myself being ripped from the memory and back into reality. Potters angry eyes were no longer there but instead were a pair of amber eyes swirling in shock and blue eyes staring at me in concern. I turned, stumbling slightly. Ron Weasley gripped my shoulder in support and spoke.

"What were you doin' mate? You looked like you were about to hang yourself." I watched as he cringed, probably remembering the sight.

"Draco..."

I turned to Hermione, the shock evident on her face.

"Has this happened before?"

I shook my head.

Liar.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked pushing myself away from the red-head and fixing my tie while running my fingers through my hair.

"We came to tell you about the remaining death eater movement." Hermione said frowning at me. It was probably the way I brushed the subject off.

"Well?" I said after a few minutes of silence. Both pair of eyes avoided mine, which could only be bad news.

"We lost them." Ron said speaking up again.

I exploded.

"HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU LOSE THEM?"

"Draco calm do..."

"I will NOT calm down, you insolent FOOLS!"

I picked up the nearest solid object and threw it at the wall. It shattered and left me staring at a wall. I reeled, finally realising what was going on.

Feels good doesn't it Draco.

"No" I whispered clutching my head as I stumbled backwards.

To me, you look just like your father, worthless and weak. That's why I killed him.

"Please." I gasped out. I felt a slick tear run out of corner of my eye.

Then I felt hands on my shoulders and on my legs, hoisting me onto the soft fabric of what I assumed to be my bed. Then my mouth was pried open. I struggled but strong hands were holding my wrists. I felt the disgusting essence of a potion slip down my throat. I gagged trying to spit it out but a pair of hands grabbed my jaw and slammed it closed, ensuring that I swallowed. Finally I opened my eyes just a crack. I saw Hermione frowning at me in concern and I saw Ron hug her for comfort.

A movement at the edge of my vision caught my interest. Slowly I let my eyes roam over to the corner of my room.

It was her.

She was just standing there with a sad smile. I stared at her as she gestured towards me; waving like I did yesterday and my eyes caught a bracelet on her arm. It looked to be pure light.

"It's magic" I heard a faint voice from her but her mouth didn't move.

I stared at the circle enclosed around her wrist in fascination. In was only thin but one moment it was a blurry yellowish light and the next it was bright white sparks travelling in a circle. I blinked once and the image of the girl disappeared and the room was dark. I sat up quickly scanning my surroundings.

Hermione stared at me when she captured my gaze.

"How do you feel?"

I shrugged, not comfortable in revealing my feelings. I mentally slapped myself, remembering that I couldn't be an idiot around friends, and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Tired and confused" I finally admitted, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and pushing my feet to the ground.

Hermione nodded and offered her hand. I took it gently and she pulled me up with surprising strength. I gave a curt nod in thanks and stretched my back.

"Is it evening?" I asked staring out the window; I narrowed my eyes because I couldn't see the gardens.

"No. You were out for a couple of hours though."

Hermione flicked her wand the blackness started to recede from the windows and light started to shine through. I turned towards the bright witch and scowled.

"What did you shove down my throat?"

She let out an amused smile.

"A dreamless draught"

I frowned in confusion and stared at the ground.

"But I was awake"

I looked up and she was gone.

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