Chapter 1
Malfoy's POV
I was just sitting in the living room, wishing my life was over already, when I heard a crash. Looking up, I saw the weasel, potter and Granger. Well, I was actually glad to see them, it reminded me that I was still human and half sane.
My father is a crazed wizard, driven mad by money and power. I am completely afraid of him, but he has tortured me to become a you-know-who supporter. I absolutely hate you-know-who, and I feel a rush of regret every time I look at my left forearm. I feel sick, knowing that my father kills muggles for entertainment, and that he is almost best friends with him. I refuse to call him the 'Dark Lord'. I just want to join Potter's side already, but I know my father would literally kill me.
Potter looked at me, and I half-smiled back sympathetically, wishing I could help them more than just sitting here. He returned the smile, and let Wormtail push himself and Weasley into the cellar, where Luna, Ollivander and the goblin, Griphook were already. I felt so guilty that I had just sat here and watched, but I was frozen in shock and couldn't have done anything better.
But I was watching Aunt Bella, and she looked even more insane than usual. She started to close in on Hermione, whispering threats under her breath. She drew out her wand, and the word 'CRUCIO!' boomed over the whole house. The next thing I know, Granger was screaming in pain. I knew exactly how much pain she was in, because I had experienced the same thing when my father had done it to me. I couldn't bear watching her suffer. "STOP!" I yelled at Aunt Bella, and she pulled up her wand and looked at me angrily.
"Just ruin all my fun, why don't you," she snarled at me.
"I won't," I replied, racking my brain for an excuse. Granger looked up at me. I saw her beautiful eyes, and knew what I had to do. "I want to do it. But first, get Weasley and Potter up here so they can watch." I felt really angry at myself, because tears started to fall from her eyes. I looked into them, and tried with all my might to look at her long enough that she could see the pain in my eyes, and trust that I wouldn't hurt her. She looked uncertain, probably wishing she could trust me, but just couldn't bring herself to feel disappointment.
"Draco," My father smiled. I felt sick. I am ashamed to be related to such a monster.
"So? Who is going to get the Weasel King and Potter?" I shouted, all the courage and hate I could muster in my face. Wormtail went down into the cellar, and brought up Weasley and Potter.
"Make them stand right next to her, front row seats." Aunt Bella squealed in delight. I have such a sick-minded family. Before I could change my mind, not that I would have, I stepped forward, put a hand on Potter and Granger, and Harry guessed what I was up to. He placed a hand on the Weasel, and I yelled, "GOOD BYE. DON'T COME LOOKING FOR ME." With that, Potter apparated us, seeing I was too dazed to do so. It seemed to take forever, probably because I had my arm around Granger, and it sent sparks through my body. She was very warm, and was almost hugging me. This made me hold her closer, comforting her about the pain she had just gone through. We arrived at the beach, which was pretty strange. "Where are we?" I asked.
"Shell Cottage," Potter told me, then he realised just how close I was to Granger.