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It was early in the morning when I woke up. The sun hadn't even risen yet. I got out of bed and walked over to the window by my bed. I moved the green velvet curtains and saw torrential rain coming down. Great, I couldn't even fly around the pitch between classes. I walked away from the window and got dressed, putting my prefect badge on last. I had signed up for the first shift of rounds. It was nice to wander the castle when no one else would be awake, made my job even easier. I grabbed my wand and book bag and left for the day. I wasn't even ten minutes into my shift when I found a student.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Mudblood?" I had walked into a dirty classroom during my morning rounds and saw knitted clothes throughout the room. I had only just woken up, it was too bloody early to be dealing with whatever insane idea Granger had concocted today. Granger was currently trying to hide the clothes beneath various piles of mess.

"The house elves have to clean this room. I leave clothing for them to have, so they can be free." I drew my wand and vanished all the clothing. She looked up at me, anger filling her eyes, she was pissed off by what I had done.

"Get this through your head, they don't want to be freed, they deserve their station. You don't want to suffer the repercussions of freeing them." I snarled at her.

"Repercussions?" She looked up at me curiously, the anger in her eyes had been replaced with confusion. I just stared back, realizing what I had said to her. Shit, I couldn't back track. "Malfoy?" I turned and left without responding.

I was running through the manor, I was seven at the time.

"DRACO!" He would find me eventually; I only had a few minutes head start. I continued crashing through doors, trying to find a place to hide. I finally made it to the library and hid in the window seat, behind the curtain. I held my breath.

"Did you think you could hide from me, boy?" His voice was deadly quiet. I didn't move. He ripped me from my spot, throwing me on the floor. "What you did was inexcusable."

"You hurt him, he didn't deserve it," I said while raising myself from the floor. His can whipped across my face and knocked me back down.

"They are lower than us. He lived to serve and with that comes repercussions for mistakes." He snarled at me. I don't know what I was thinking next.

"No," the can contacted again. My wyes watered and I whimpered. The cane contacted my body and a sharp pain radiated through my torso.

"Malfoy's don't cry. And they don't give clothing to elves. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded. He struck me with his can again.

"You will speak when spoken to!" He yelled at me.

"Yes, sir," I laid still on the ground, waiting for further punishment. I closed my eyes and heard his footsteps leaving the room. I stayed there until I couldn't hear him at all. I slowly moved my aching body up and went to a shelf and got one of my books. I had hidden books randomly throughout the massive library so that father would not find them. I took my latest purchase and hid in my window seat behind the curtain. I opened and started reading The BFG.

I woke up with a shake to my shoulder. I was in the Hogwarts library in my usual spot, in the back in a window seat.

"Malfoy, the library is closing," Granger was looking at me. We had an understanding that we would wake each other when the library closed, since the both of us practically lived there. We didn't have an audience so we had a truce to leave each other alone. We both escaped here, it was big enough for us to avoid each other for the most part. Occasionally one of us would give in and ask the other for help with class work given that we were both the top of our class. Neither of us said it but I knew at least that she was the only one who challenged me intellectually, and I think she thought that way as well.

"Malfoy, can I ask?"

"No."

"But you were talking in your sleep again." She was looking at me with those damn brown eyes again, the ones that got me to do things for her.

"Granger, we agreed that nothing said or done here leaves the walls of the library." I said to her sternly.

"Did he…" I interrupted

"I'm warning you, Granger, stop now."

"But."

"Don't," She turned and took a few steps from me but stopped at the end of the row of books.

"I know our agreement, you should know though that you can talk to me, I wouldn't break the agreement." She left me then.