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Hello!!! I hope you like this story. Its my first attempt for a darker theme story line. For all you Harry Potter fans, don't worry. I will be having some of my main and favorite characters in here. I hope to get all your feed backs and enjoy the show.

Spectrum of Emotions

"Draco, what has happened to you? You are too dark! And what have you done to your hair?" The beautiful woman cooed towards her son. Respectfully Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius, and heir to the Malfoy fortune, sauntered over to the expensive leather couch. Behind them the afternoon sun shined through the bay windows, causing both their gleaming blonde hair an unique shine. Gracefully setting her teacup down, Narcissa reached out for her son.

"Mother it's called a hair cut." He answered, wishing he were somewhere else. "And you sent me to Italy, of course I would get tan." His mother pouted with her full red lips.

"Day by day, you turn more into your father." Her manicure hands covered his large smooth ones. "What happened to my little boy?" The usual tone of indifference seemed to shake with sadness.

"Is there a problem of him taking after me?" A deep commanding voice came from the wooden doorway. Turning to the intruder, they watched as he strolled in with pure confidence. His long golden hair was tied neatly behind him, contrasting his well-tailored robe. He had the air of a king and a resemble amount of money accompanying his attitude.

"Lucius, I was only stating how much he has grown. I think its only right for him to take after you." Narissa replied smoothly, reflecting the appearance of a perfect wife.

"Good," he drawled out purposely towards his wife. Noticing her causal smile and obedient posture, he directed his attention at his son. "Did you learn what you needed? Because it will be needed in your future."

"Yes father," Draco smiled inwardly. "I learned many things. Even had some extra classes with Sophia." The image of a curvy exotic woman popped into his head. Lucius smirked knowingly at the name.

"She is a good teacher."

"I thought Giovanni didn't allow females on his grounds?" Narissa tried questioning without the disgust in her voice.

"They made an exception for her mother."

"Oh," she replied doubtful but refrain because of Lucius' gaze.

"Master Malfoy, Master Malfoy," a humble elf appeared before them. "Professor Snape is here."

"Show him to the study room," Lucius sneered at the trembling creature.

"Yes master. Izzie will do that sir." He quickly rushed out to do his task.

"Why is Professor Snape here?" Draco asked with concern. He mentally pictured the events that happen during the school year and wondered if they would suspend his prefect rights.

"He has something for me. Narissa, I will be busy for the afternoon. Floo over to Bulstrode's Manor to keep yourself entertained."

"As you wish," she stood pleasingly leaving her ruthless husband and unsuspecting son.

"Father, what will take up our whole afternoon?" The older man's lips curled into a smug expression.

"Important things for your future. Now hurry up, we must not keep your Professor waiting." Soon they entered into the simply decorated room with books and chairs in each corner. By the main velvet chair, stood a proud dark man. Like his cool attitude, his black eyes held no emotions. Dressed in black robes, he glanced with slight surprise at his student.

"I see Italy has been good to you Draco. You certainly have grown. I dare say with might actually win the Quidditch cup this year." He spoke with his usual dry humor, which Draco thought only he understood.

"If you let my son be captain, Potter wouldn't have a chance." He spat the name Potter like it was poison.

"It's a possibility Lucius." The professor presented a pile of parchments. "I am positive you know what to do with it?" He raised his dark brown eyebrows at the fair skinned man.

"Are you doubting me Severus?" Draco watched as his father tried imitating Professor Snape. The two men stared intently at each other, trying to calculate what the other was thinking. The tension was thick yet it was particularly amusing to see.

"No, just doubting everyone else." Severus smirked; glad to be able to irked his companion so much. But exhaustion soon hit him, causing the looming figure to sit clumsily onto the chair.

"Been keeping yourself busy Severus. You look worst than usual." Lucius teased handing him a cup of brandy. Trying to hide his mirth, Draco sat opposite from the two men.

"Dumbledore's new protégé and her never ending presence's." Severus pinched his nose for the effect of weariness. "Potter's muggleborn arrived last week, unexpectedly I might add. You wouldn't have anything to do with it would you?"

Lucius meagerly waved the elf away after receiving his message. "I have no idea what you are talking about? But if it's what I wish I could do, then details must be told." Draco nodded as well, but knew they paid no attention to him. He was curious as to what happened to Granger.

"I don't know much. She hardly has spoken and if so its only to Dumbedore. From what the Ministry and Order have gathered, her house was burnt, leaving nothing." He sipped his brandy allowing the information to sink in. "So now she's an orphan, cast off to Hogwarts."

"Too bad," Lucius spoke with a distant air. "I would have done much, much more."

"Yes, but you have been occupying yourself here. You must be very bored for some entertainment."

"Don't patronize me old friend. If the Dark Lord didn't ask to keep us quiet, then one mudblood orphan is hardly enough." He glanced towards the door. "I have other business to discuss. I am sure Draco here can keep you company." His gray eyes ordered directly at his son.

"Of course father," Draco smiled with his usual charm, watching his father leave the room. Feeling the tension lift, Draco looked genuinely respectfully towards his professor.

"Come closer, let me have a better look at you." Professor Snape waved his empty cup. "Yes, you'll make a fine man someday." He patted the younger boys shoulder's in a fatherly manner. "Did you listen to all your lessons?"

"Yes sir, even Professor Gritts who knew absolutely nothing about potions."

"No need for flattery. We're not in school."

"I know." Draco gave an honest smile, which rarely made an appearance.

"I have something for you." The boy showed a shock expression. "I will be unable to attend your birthday celebration with the arrival of Ms. Granger. So I am giving this to you now." Taking it from his Professor long fingers, Draco slowly unwraps his gift. The crumbles of paper hit the floor, revealing an ancient book.

"I have noticed your interest in not only Potions but Ancient Runes as well. Hopefully with these last two years, you can expand your knowledge in both areas."

"Thank you sir, I really appreciate this." He held the heavy book close to his chest. "Will Granger be staying at Hogwarts the whole time with you?"

"Unfortunately yes," Severus sighed loudly. "As much as I dislike her, she is in no state to be left alone. The staff has been keeping her busy and when I return she will be assisting me in brewing potions."

"Oh," Draco meekly replied. He wanted to stay with Professor Snape instead of this dreadful routine his family had created. It was always polite words or obedient actions. Nothing was done without benefit in the Malfoy Manor.

"Why do you ask?" Severus directed speculating what he might say.

"Well I don't like her, but I never really thought about her parents dying. I mean I've wanted to hurt her but no one actually dying." He stuttered from the intense look that his Professor was giving him.

"Death occurs every day." Severus answered happy with Draco's response. "You will also find your Prefects badge and class schedule. And do not let me hear of you disgracing the Slytherin privilege again." He lifted the boy's chin staring straight into his eyes, daring for rebuke.

"No sir, I will not let you down."

"Good." Before he could continue the room door opened, presenting not one but two shadows.

"Well Severus it certainly has been awhile. Am I to bold to say you are hiding from us." The man asked with a hidden French accent.

"Louis, you mock me. For half the time I am with you daughter." Lucius quickly grabbed the other man, from advancing towards the snickering professor.

"Hello Mr. Parkinson, I hope you are doing well." Draco raised his hand greeting the man's handshake. With a coy expression Severus set his cup down.

"I must be going. Draco I will see you soon." He looked back sneering at the two men. "Good day gentlemen," smugly he slipped out the room.

"That annoying bastard! How do you handle him?"

"Quite easy Louis," Lucius brushed his robes down. "I just remember what use his is to me."

"Are all your friends useful to you?"

"They wouldn't be my friends, if they had no use."

Draco Malfoy was bored. No, completely utterly and painfully bored. Though Europe's high society and the most lavish decorations and entrees surrounded him, he was not interested. Weaving through the large Malfoy ballroom, he spotted his two roommates. Currently the both stocky and large boys leaned against the marble wall staring at the festive crowd.

"Vincent, Gregory, I see you are enjoying the show." Draco said mockingly watching, frivolous girls trying to get his attention.

"Yeah," one grunted.

"Not complaining," the other replied.

"You two haven't changed a bit." 'Or gained any verbal expression.' The birthday boy wryly thought to himself. Disgusted from the girls' attempts to flirt and repeating pleasantries from people around him, he left for a night's stroll.

It was warm out and slightly humid from the August air. The enchanted candles flickered as he descended along the limestone path. Radiating moonlight beams glided softly down the blooming flowers and green full trees. Finally reaching the giant gazebo, he sat causally on the sculptured bench.

"Isn't it past your bed time?" A silkily female voice broke the starry night silence. "But you never did listen to your elders." She appeared from the darkness, presenting a sensual hypnotic woman.

"As you see Gwen, I am no longer a child. And you are hardly an adult in my eyes." Draco stood showing how much he had grown.

"Yes, you are not a child." She gazed up and down his manly figure. "But I am 5 years older then you, it makes me an adult." She swayed her hips, closing the distance.

"Too bad, I wanted to show you some new things." Draco seductively whispered into her ear, almost touching her earlobe.

"Your mother said you learned a lot this summer." Her sultry hands touched his broad shoulders. "Would you care to show me dear cousin?" Those lacy fingers flowed down his back.

"Only by marriage, Gwen." His arm wrapped around her waist, while the other caressed her cheek. "What would Nathan say?" Draco rubbed her bare back. "He is a generous man towards me."

"He said to give you a mind blowing gift." Her hands finally reached the bottom destination. "Unless you don't want my present?" She tightened her grip, causing Draco a rough moan.

"How mind blowing?"

"As much as you want." She dropped to her knees, but was quickly lifted by the excited boy.

"I don't open presents in public places." He roughly kissed her, creating swollen lips from the impact. "My room, and we can share."

"I like sharing." She purred with anticipation.

"You're lucky." He grabbed her harshly. "I rarely do it."

Restlessly the arrogant boy opened his eyes, watching the moonlight entered into his window room. Beside him slept the beautiful figure with long soft curls. Moving her arm to his waist, he leaned against the bedpost, still hearing her quiet murmurs. While lighting his cigarette, he felt wet lips touch his navel.

"Not tired?" Draco puffed the misty smoke.

"I can never get tired of you." She moved up kissing him with pure passion. "Did you enjoy your present?" Her fingers gently took the burning cigarette.

"Very much," Draco nuzzled his lips towards her neck. Slowly minutes went by but were broken by her words.

"I should be going. Nathan must be wondering where I am." She spoke gently hoping for his reluctance at her departure. Sadly she received none.

"Yes my dear cousin must be wondering where his wife is." His voice turned cold and emotionless.

"It's not my choice. You know I don't love him." Her eyes plead with unshed tears. "I would have waited." She whispered in the air.

"For what? Me? Did you honestly think this could work?" His face-harden at her O shaped mouth. "You're no use to my father or the Malfoy name. Even if you were younger, he still wouldn't let us happen. It's been fun Gwen but this stops tonight. I only let this continue because I thought you knew better. But I was mistaken." Draco stood slipping into his dark green robe.

"How can you say that! I gave myself to you when you were only 14. I saved my virginity just for you!" She ranted in anger. "I thought you were better then them. You were so caring and gently. I fell in love with you. I am in love with you!" Her tears openly ran down her face. "Don't you love me?"

"No, it's a weakness to easily seen." He thrusted her clothes towards her. "Leave before I owl dear Nathan." Draco turned his back facing the fireplace. He held back his own tears, knowing how much he hurt her. He lied with every piece of his heart. He did love her. Hell he would do anything for her. But he also knew his cousin was getting suspicious. And even if he couldn't hurt him, he would certainty take it out on her. So why not end it now? It was better this way. She would hate him and Nathan would never doubt her again. His dear Gwen would always be safe and watched for.

Her face scorched in a thousand emotions but finally ended with the familiar glare of venom. "You're right Draco, I was a fool to love." She stepped behind him, murmuring into his ear. "Once I'm gone, I'll never come back. Even if you begged for it!" Draco breathed in calming his every nerve, before staring straight into her once gently eyes.

"Malfoys don't beg."

"Oh, you will someday." She backed away with a cruel smile."I curse you Draco Malfoy. I curse you with love. For when you find pure love, you will be begging desperately for it. Her love will be everything you need and desire. Only her touches and words can ease your mind. But she will not listen to your begs because they will never be enough. I curse you Draco. I curse you till your death."