A/N: Shout out to J.K. Rowling for these awesome characters. I hope this story does them justice.

This is my first ever real fanfic; I promise it's not only fluff. There will be a couple fight scenes later on. If you don't like it, I don't want hear about it.

Song for this chapter: Broken by Lifehouse

DISCLAIMER: HR/DM SLASH.

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There is nothing to keep me here. I no longer have family, the phrase "we are no longer on speak terms" puts it lightly, and if friends were a reason to stay, I never had them. The only thing I did have, left. Not many people would believe that the boy who lived was the boy who I love. I know that it's over between us, but I can't help but smile every time something reminds me of the time we spent together. The night by the lake, the couple hours in the astrology tower, needless to say the room of requirement. The time we shared was spent with kisses, passion, and well, what I can only describe as dancing on a bed.

I look around the room that has been my dorm for the past seven years and let out a sigh full of grief, relief, and a longing for happiness that seems to go unfulfilled. I know I should have given up years ago, but I just can't bring myself to actually do it. I take one last look, and leave.

I know I should sign out properly and give an explanation to my professors. But I don't care about them, and they couldn't give a rat's arse about me. Sure they give the big speech about how each student is important to them, but I know the truth. They have their favorites, the ones that they don't really notice, and then there are the ones they can't stand. Mostly I am in the last category. Now it isn't their fault, my whole life I have been told that a Malfoy always pushes buttons. To either get their way or to show people who is really in charge. Most of the time, I use arrogance, or I am just plain spiteful.

There was only one person that I was ever truly "me" around, but needless to say, it doesn't matter anymore. He is off saving the world, and I am left with nothing but the memories on how it used to be, how it could have been if I hadn't destroyed the only piece of happiness that I possessed. I would give anything to go back in time and fix everything. I would not have allowed Harry to leave without me. I know my family maybe on the other side, but Harry has my heart. Blood maybe thicker than water, but the love we used to share means more to me, than loyalty ever did.

Once I am out of the castle, I mount my broom, and fly away from the only place I ever truly felt could be my home. Besides Harry, where ever he is, he has and always will be my home. Once I arrive at the manor, I head to my former room. I knew that once my family went into hiding, another family moved in; they are probably much happier there than I ever was. It's cruel really, to move around the house that currently haunts me, but there is something that I need. I hear the current residents, so I duck into the nearest room. I know that I will have to hide better than that so I look around the library, not really sure where everything is now but I know where the hidden door is located. I move behind the first three bookshelves, maneuver around the chairs, put in the right code in the key pad on the bottom of the second chair, and see the dimly lit passageway; I shake off any fears, sum up any of the courage that remains in me, and enter.

I move into the passage way more out of fear of being found, than of any real courage. I turn to close the door, and swear as I stub my toe on something I could not see. With a pain that forces me to limp more than walk, I attempt to close the door manually before I realize I must enter another code into the second keypad. Luckily for me it was located on this side of the door. Unluckily for me I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I feel for my wand. After a few seconds of utter terror, I find it tucked into the side of my boot.

"Lumos," I say, it's probably the first time I had spoken for the past few hours.

The once black labyrinth was now well lit; at least the five feet in front of me was. I know this tunnel like the back of my hand; this thought made me look at my hand. Is that a new freckle? I inspect it close and figure out it was only a shadow cast from the wand. I continue to walk. I mentally calculate the hike, 2 miles straight, one left turn, three flights of stairs, and then I should come across a door. The only problem I now face is calculating the two miles. I decide to move closer to the wall so that way I know when my turn is coming.

The only sound I hear is mice crawling over the stone cold floor, and water slowly dripping from the pipes that hang above my head. For the next half hour the only thing that would keep me company would very sadly be the rats. That was until I hear a voice I know only too well.

"We can't leave Narcissa, I know that you are sick of this place, but until we defeat the ministry we must stay here" said Lucius.

"Nox," I say.

The last thing I want is for my parents to know that I have returned home. Things would only get worse. I debate whether to continue on my journey, or to high tail it out of there. I hear my parents arguing about whether if they should leave their self-assigned prison or if they should remain hidden and forgotten away from the world above. Their voices eventually die down, only after my legs have fallen asleep and my toe no longer pained me. Although I believe it is more due to the fact that my feet fell asleep as well, then of it actually healing. I continue on my path until I reach the door. I open it and am shocked at what is in front of me; across from the doorway.

A/N: More chapters to come. I promise. I can already feel my gears turning for the next chapter.

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