I put the letter down on the table. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Lucius was going to force me to do things against my will.

I felt someone touch my arm. I looked up only to see Pansy Parkinson hanging off my arm like usual. I mean didn't the dumb bitch have better things to do?

'Oh, Draco you look so worried. What's wrong?' She simpered
'Nothing that concerns you.' I said
'Now Draco, maybe it might be good for you to get it out in the open. Perhaps you could talk to me about it.'

I knew Pansy didn't care about me at all. She just wanted gossip. She sat down next to me and looked at me expectantly.

'Fuck off Pansy. Do you really think that I would tell you?'
'Well Draco, no need to take out your anger on me.' She said taking my hand 'Come on, tell me all about it.'
'Get the Fuck off me.' I said pulling away from her. She shot an angry look at me.
'You barstard' She hissed, 'After all I've done for you.'

I stood up abruptly knocking my chair to the ground.

'After all what?' I asked.

I started to walk out of the common room, attracting the stares of my fellow Slytherins.

'After all we've been though together this is how you treat me.' She said. I turned to face her. 'Draco, didn't fourth year mean anything to you?'

I chose to ignore this last comment.

I walked out of the common room and walked down the long dark corridors.

Pansy was really irritating and dense sometimes. Actually all the time. I sometimes wonder what I saw in her in our fourth year.

Anyway that was beside the point.

Lucius on the other hand. He wanted me to become a Death Eater, no big surprise there, but he said in his letter that nothing was going to stop the Dark Lord from making me his servant.

Great. Not only do I have NEWTS to worry about, now I have the Dark Lord and Lucius on my back as well.

I gather I don't want to be a Death Eater. Even though that was the life that I was brought up to lead. Actually I would die before becoming a Death Eater.

Maybe I should just kill myself and get it over with, I mean we all die at some point and I don't have anything worth living for.

I walked into an empty classroom. I lit the lamps and I walked the front and sat down.

The only problem with killing myself would be that my mother would worry. I would never want her to worry about me after all she was the only person that cared about me. But she would understand.

I drew a silver knife out of my cloak. I have absolutely no idea why I carry this with me but I always feel it may be needed one day. Lucius gave it to me many years ago.

FLASHBACK TO THE PAST

'If you're ever caught without your wand, you will always have some way of defending yourself.' He had said
'But why would I not have a wand?' I had asked
'You never know Draco, you never know.' He said as he walked out of the room.

BACK TO PRESENT TIMES

Now I sit here letting the cold metal slide through my fingers.

...˜Where should I stab myself?' I thought. ...˜The stomach? The chest?'

I had just decided on the chest when I heard something.

'Malfoy?'

I quickly shoved my knife in my cloak and turned around.

Granger was standing there staring at me.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The cold dark corridors consume me. They are dark and gloomy, like my emotions. The air around me is both frigid and lonely. The darkness of the night swirls around me. I wander blindly into the unknown.

I trip on the dark green carpet. I pause to gather my balance. Again I keep on walking.

I feel my emotions swirl around inside me. Loneliness, sadness and guilt all sweep though me at the same time.

Tears slip down my face. I don't bother wiping them away. I let the cool air dry them.

Still I wander through the dark and empty corridors, with no destination in mind.

A strong breeze swept past me. My hair blows back and then falls back into place. My thick chocolate curls bouncing in the process.

I stopped abruptly, for no reason in particular.

'Think Hermione, think.' I tell myself 'Where do you want to go?'

I had no idea what so ever. I was lonely and I wanted company. But where was I going to get company in the middle of the night?

I felt lonely, but I had no idea why. Harry, Ginny and Ron were there for me as always, and it wasn't like I didn't have a boyfriend. At the stat of my sixth year Ron asked me out. Now in seventh year things were still going strong. But still I couldn't work out what was wrong with me.

I started walking again, blindly into the darkness. A cold breeze swept over me. I pulled my cloak tighter around me and I turned into the first empty classroom I saw.

I walked in the lamps were lit and a warm feeling swept over me. I looked around me. I thought that this classroom was empty, but someone was sitting up the front.

'Malfoy?'

A/N: I hoped you liked it. Please read and review, i would love to hear what you all think about my story. Also even if you didn't like it please tell me what you think i did wrong. If heaps of people think that it really suked i'll write it again. Hope you enjoyed it so far.
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