Disclaimer: I don't happen to own Harry Potter, or the sixth book wouldn't have happened.

Rory: Just some drabble about Draco Malfoy's thoughts during the last part of Half Blood Prince. You know what part. And if you haven't read that, you shouldn't read this. (For more information about this story, check my bio.)

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He could save me…

Everyone knows that – that he is most afraid of Dumbledore. That's why Father brought me up to hate him, isn't it? So he could help us.

The man I hated for so long – is the only one who can save me.

I wish this wasn't so hard. I never should have accepted the Dark Mark. The Dark Lord is going to kill my mother! My father, too, once he breaks the prizoners out of Azkaban.

God damn.

But Dumbledore's offering me safety. I could take him up on the offer. But that would go against everything I was brought up to believe.

Father told me Dumbledore was our hated enemy. He said that he was a Mudblood-lover and a senile fool. He said that Dumbledore was the reason –

But maybe Father was wrong.

It's possible. He's been wrong before. He said it was right to be a Death Eater and purge the wizarding world of Mudbloods, and now he's in Azkaban and he could die.

Maybe…

Maybe it's not just Dumbledore he was wrong about, and the Dark Lord. What if he was wrong about Mudbloods?

God, my head hurts.

If Father was wrong about the Mudbloods, maybe he was wrong about Potter as well. Maybe all those Mudbloo – Muggle-borns I've been domineering for all these years weren't really as bad as I've been led to believe. I mean, they can't help who they're born to or who their parents are, right?

I'm starting to sound like Granger now. Ugh. But I guess…she's okay. I guess I was wrong about them all along.

Maybe, if I weren't a Malfoy, I wouldn't be a Slytherin after all. Maybe I'd be – be a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw or something. Or maybe I'd be a…oh, I can't even say it now!

Dammit. I can't take it anymore. I don't want my life to be like this. I don't want to be a Death Eater. I just…

I don't want anyone I love to die.

I'll take the old man up on his offer. He can get me out of this life, this living hell I'm in, and Father will be all right. Mother won't have to shake whenever Aunt Bella comes with news from the Dark Lord.

We'll be a real family, not that farce we've held up. We'll be kind and consort with all sorts of people, purebloods and muggle-borns and muggles, too.

Yes, Draco, tell him yes.