Prologue
Disclaimer: Everything but the plot of this story is owned by JKR
A/n: I know, I know. I'm already starting a third story and I'm not even done with the first! Things tend to loose my interest, but they will all be finished sooner or later! This is AU, 7th year, HDr
Darkness extended over the hushed Hogwarts grounds, the moonlight casting a pale glow over the face of Draco Malfoy. In a few more weeks summer would begin; and soon he would be going home to a house filled with Death Eaters and killings. Soon back to his life as a murderer would start up once more and he would have to continue in his savage ways.
No one understood that being a Death Eater isn't what he wanted with his life. He didn't want to be ruled by one and have to succumb to all of the Dark Lords wishes. Draco couldn't put his life on the line for someone else; he was simply to selfish. All of his life he never had to look out for anyone but himself. Constantly being punished by his father for the smallest things, the smallest mess ups, sometimes things he didn't even do.
His house couldn't even be considered a home. Draco's only home was Hogwarts. Even there he sometimes felt like an outcast. The only people he was somewhat close with that Crabbe and Goyle but those two couldn't tell a rock from a cupcake if it hit them in the face, and even then he would try to eat it.
The one person he admired in anyway hated him. And really, it was no one's fault but his own. If only she wasn't in Gryffindor and if only she wasn't friends with that goddamn Potter and Weasley, then he could actually talk to her. Deep down he liked her. No, not in a fancying type of way but he liked the fact that she was smart and could actually answer questions in the class. Half of those nitwits had no idea what was going on.
It was only too bad that her smarts would go to the light side of this war. They could really be used on his side. He didn't really want to fight at all but if he had to, he knew it would be for the Dark Lord and he knew the side he was on would prevail. It would definitely be a pity to loose such a great mind. There had to be a way to make her see.
Draco hopped up from the ledge he was sitting on and paced down the hallway towards the Head's common room. He knew she would be in there on the couch reading right about now. She always was. He had learned that from spending the year there with her. One hell of a long year if you asked him.
He quickened his steps as the portrait neared his vision line. "Bloody Rose" He whispered to the portrait and it swung open. Sure enough there was Granger laying on the couch, reading her book by the firelight. Typical of her to be doing that and it was only 9:30 so she was sure to be there well past midnight finishing the book. Good, that gave him time to think of something.
He swept past her into his room. They rarely spoke to each other unless they had too and in this case they didn't so he minded his own business for now, and so did she. His door slammed behind him and the pale figure collapsed on the bed sighing in deep thought. There were many things he could do while there still remained the many that he couldn't.
It wasn't as if he could walk in there and say "Granger I want you to listen to what I have to say on the Dark side of the war, my side, or rather my forced side." Then she would tell him if only he would go to Dumbledore, then everything would be okay for him. You know, because great old Dumbledore would protect him. Silly girl, she didn't understand he didn't have a choice and it wasn't because of it father. He, himself, was a dark creature, under no one else's pretences. The light side simply wouldn't have him.
Draco walked over to the window sill and opened the glass so that the frigid night air could penetrate the bedroom. Hopping up he crotched on the edge, his silver hair gleaming in the moonlight. Once again he was out here in the cold, looking and waiting for something. His silver eyes blackened for a moment before turning back to his natural color as he flew off into the distance. He would make her understand, somehow.