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Slytherin heir Draco Malfoy faces the challenges of his new life after his Mother's death. It was unnerving. People would give him pathetic and pitiful looks.

Narcissa Malfoy dies in car accident. Car accident? Are they mental? Draco grabbed the newspaper from the newsstand right in front of him. He continued to read the article:

'Narcissa Black Malfoy dies in a car accident in France on the 15th of May 1997. Recently, her husband, Lucius Malfoy, a deatheater, and also a prisoner in Azkaban died because of a mental problem, which was believed to have been triggered by his imprisonment in Azkaban. Poor Draco Malfoy, left with all the burden of taking care of the business his parents has left him to do, considering he is still a young boy, and still is under the care of the Order, and the Ministry. Will he be able to cope up with all the predicaments he is yet to face?'

Stupid, fucking… Draco crumpled the newspaper he was then reading. Rita Skeeter once again, writing rubbish and destroying his reputation, for the umpteenth time! After Dumbledore's death, Rita Skeeter has been nothing but a pain in the arse. She wrote stories as if she knew everything. She wrote them, as if it were even true. Fact is, not a word she had written in her many stories and news articles about Draco had been true. For most parts, anyway. Sadistic as it may seem, Draco had already thought for a way to kill Rita, mercilessly: a painful death. Needless to say, she was the least of his priorities.

He threw the crumpled newspaper into the trash bin sitting alongside the newsstand. He took a glimpse at the other newspapers, and then had a double take. His eyes widened in surprise. He was all over the news.

Draco Malfoy, now a foster child of the Order.

Boy wonder's rival Draco Malfoy finally gets his karma.

Malfoy heir Draco Malfoy abandoned after Narcissa's death.

Draco was practically livid right now. Lies, here and again. It was too much for him to take. He wanted to scream, scream out his frustration. He did not care if people around him would think he was a lunatic. His mother did not die because of a car accident, of course. Only an idiotic person would believe such lie. He was ruthless, he knew that. He hadn't been a bloody saint like Harry Potter. But he was just a boy. His father being sent to Azkaban was enough to make his life miserable. But his mother's death…it was too much for him to stomach.

But Draco knew what to do. He took his family away from him. Harry Potter was the sole reason why Lucius and Narcissa had to die. Draco would have his revenge.

Lost in his thoughts, Draco felt himself being pushed on the ground. Hogsmeade was packed with a lot of people, and he did not know what was going on. He made a start to get up, but people started to stumble on his body, causing him to fall back down on the ground.

His eyes flew open upon seeing black robes flying above him. Slowly, his consciousness was starting to drift off. He saw a bright light flash before his eyes; and before he knew what to make of it, his awareness finally slipped out.

May 14, 1997, Malfoy Manor

Draco watched was his mother paced around the room, her face drenched with tears.

"You can't do this again, Bella," Narcissa said through her sob.

"It must be done, Cissy! The Dark Lord's mission will not be over unless the boy dies!" Bellatrix exclaimed, her screechy high voice scaring Draco.

Indeed, Draco's aunt was a very loyal follower of Voldemort. She was one of those who had barely escaped from the great war. Molly Weasley's pathetic act of vindicating his son's death was feeble, that it was no match to Bellatrix's deranged and sadistic ways. Other death eaters who have not been caught restored her life. It was possible, of course. This was dark magic after all.

"Draco is just a boy, Bella! He had enough!" Narcissa insisted, her bloodshot eyes becoming more evident as more teardrops emerged from her eyes. "I'm begging you, Bella. I already lost my husband. I can't afford losing my son, too. This is a very dangerous mission. Please, just stop it. It's over," she pleaded more. Narcissa walked over to where bellatrix was, stood in front of her, and then fell down on her knees. "Draco is just a boy," she whimpered, "let him have his peace. The war is over. It's done. The Dark Lord has perished as well. Whatever unfinished mission there was, just let it be. Let go of it, or have someone else do it for you. Just please leave Draco out of it. Leave us out of it."

Draco's mother was kneeling. Kneeling, just to spare him from the mess that was about to happen. Draco felt a huge lump on his throat, he found himself hard to breathe. He wanted to cry with his mother. He wanted to cry for her. She went beyond pleading just so she could spare him from the danger.

"Cissy, darling. You don't understand," Bellatrix said, nonsuccouring, "Only Draco would be able to do this."

Narcissa stood up ubruptly, raging defiance on her face. "I won't let you! I won't let this happen!" Slowly, she moved backwards to where Draco was sitting, slipping her hand inside her robe.

Bellatrix stifled a high pitched laughter and 'tsked' for how many times.

Draco watched in horror as she played idly with her wand. His heart skipped a beat. He knew what would happen next. He found himself not able to move, as if his body was completely stoned. "Mother," he rustled, his voice strained.

"I will not let you use my son, let alone manipulate him into doing your dirty works, Bella. Not while I'm alive." Bellatrix roared a loud, menacing laugh. Draco's heart started to pound violently against his chest.

"As you wish, dear Cissy," she smirked.

"Malfoy!" Draco jolted awake, his head throbbing in pain, and also feeling a stingy sensation on his face. With bright, big eyes, he scanned around the place he was currently in. it looked rather familiar; bright lights all over the place, colorful things he was once accustomed with. Until he saw the sign board which he supposed the name of the place was. He grimaced in disgust. It was the Weasley twins' shop.

"I'm sorry, you were having a nightmare, I think. Here, err, have some chocolate frog." Draco stared blankly at the person thinking. Unknowingly, he ate the food he was given. "The dementors attacked you. A deatheater escaped, just this morning. You passed out; before you've awaken, you were screaming, mumbling words, too. I don't know, it seemed as if you were going to die in your dream, so I had to slap you."

Slowly, memories started to fill his mind once again, and he already had a faint idea of what happened, and what was going on.

He felt his body jerk, with his mind regaining its consciousness. "Mudblood?"

A/N: Let me redeem myself :) I haven't been writing any stories since my last update on my other story. So here I start a new one. The time has been set after the war. But the part where everyone gets married of course is out of the question. It's a Draco Hermione fic in the first place. Ok, so there. I'll try my best not to make the characters OOC. I'm very sorry for the poor grammar. Haven't written anything over the past year, really, so I really feel that my grammar this time is kinda off. I've considered having a beta reader, but I wouldn't be updating on a regular basis. I have summer class, so basically, there might be a chance that delays in uploading of new chapter would definitely take place. But I'll still try my hardest. If you wanted to correct anything on this chapter feel free to do so. Whatever wrong stuff you have seen in there, I would change it on my next update :) I hope to progress on the succeeding chapters.

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