NOTE: This is taking place after my previous book, please read Draco Malfoy and the Sorcerer's Stone first.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story, they belong to J.K.R. Events that happen in this book are meant to follow her story exactly. There are descriptions of situations taken from her work exactly, from another character's perspective. My intent for this story is to show what COULD have gone through Draco's mind during his years at Hogwarts. Spoilers for this story are for books 2 and 3. If you have not read those, then go do so now! Will include some excerpts from Severus's life that were explained in the sixth and seventh book, but will try to keep spoilers to a minimum. If I can avoid using them I will, but regardless I will warn you before the paragraph revealing anything.

Description: This is book two written in Draco's point of view. There is no intent to plagiarize, but I am trying to show what could have been going on in Draco's mind at the key points in the Chamber of Secrets. The pairings that are in this story are Draco x Harry and Snape x Malfoy(older). I will be continuing this series to the other books as well, so I hope you enjoy. Heavy yaoi moments will be shared between the older men, because as of right now Draco and Harry are twelve, and thus shouldn't be seen as sexual in the slightest. They may however share some very shonen-ai moments. In the previous book I kept things VERY PG, mostly because of Draco being so young. I will have one sex scene between Lucius and Severus, fair warning, when is unknown. Happy reading!

Draco Malfoy and The Chamber of Secrets

It had been almost a week since Draco had left Hogwarts. He had unpacked his luggage and put away the school supplies. Lucius had told Draco to complete all his homework first, before he was allowed to do anything remotely fun. He had been locked away in his room, his only true companions being his Hawk Owl, Rancor, and his personal house elf Dobby. Rancor had taken to traveling far distances lately, leaving for almost a full day.

Draco looked over his Transfigurations essay, wondering if he had put enough detail into the theory of mass conversion when he heard a small tap on his window. He looked up seeing a white bird scratching at the glass. He opened the door to let in the snowy owl, Hedwig. Rancor soared in after her, landing on his perch squawking at the white bird. She seemed to ruffle her feathers at him, and extended her leg to Draco.

Draco took the note, the huge smile evident on his face. Dobby looked curiously at the parcel, unsure if it was wise to ask whom the letter came from. He stayed silent, but his enormous eyes watched from beside the desk.

Draco,

I found your letter in my pocket the other day. You really ARE a prat. You constantly harass me, Hermione and Ron. Especially Ron! I can't forgive you for the way you've treated them. How could I be friends with someone who isn't even going to be civil to my mates?

That being said… I don't hate you. I feel like I should. You've been a right git, for as long as I've known you. Your right in thinking we shouldn't even try to be friends.

There was an ink blotch as if Harry had rested the Quill for a long while thinking about something.

Hedwig had been getting antsy, so I snuck her out one night. To my surprise she brought home your bird. At first they seemed to fight a bunch, fighting over a tree branch in the back yard. Hedwig and your bird just tore into each other back and forth, and I noticed something odd. They weren't fighting at all! They were playing, some sort of tag.

Again there seemed to be a drifting mark.

Draco, if you want to be friends, act more friendly.

Harry Potter

Draco turned to his house elf. "Dobby! He sent me a letter!" Draco seemed to cough slightly, trying to quell his enthusiasm.

"That's great news Master." The house elf wrung his hands.

Draco's face went cold for a moment, "Dobby. You must never let anyone know. I mean this is of utmost secrecy. No one must know that Harry Potter sent me this letter."

Dobby seemed almost frightened, he looked from the letter to the owl, then back at Draco. "P-P-P-Potter, sir?"

"Dobby! Promise!" Draco growled, his fist clenching.

"Yes, sir! Of course sir!" Dobby got on his knees, "Dobby doesn't want to displease Master."

Draco pat the elf's head, tucking the letter away in a locked drawer. He heard Dobby muttering something to himself, but ignored it as he had closed his room door. Draco walked down to the parlor, he wouldn't be able to do any more homework today.

His mother was in the parlor, a glass of wine in her hand, staring at the fire. "Mother?" Draco called. She turned, her blonde hair up in a scrunchy her black under layer hanging down around her shoulders. She nodded to a chair next to her, "Draco, are you almost done with your homework?"

He sighed, " Only another day or two. Will Father be home soon?"

She shook her head, "Troubles at the ministry. Your father would love to be home, but apparently there has also been trouble with your school. Lucius is trying to get the other governors to veto the new defense against the dark arts teacher. I never understood why your father hated Gildory Lockheart, I find him an amusing little man."

Draco looked curiously at her, "Gildory Lockheart?"

She smiled, "He's an author of Mystical Me. Oh how I did enjoy that novel, he's a real adventurer, Mr. Lockheart."

Draco looked taken aback, his mother had taken a great interest in this fellow. Where she was more reserved, now she seemed gitty and almost like a school girl. She chattered on about some great deed that Gildory had done, and Draco was thankful when he heard the door open. Lucius was home, which meant that his mother had drabbled on for more then two hours.

Draco yawned, excusing himself for bed. Lucius pat the boy's head, but he seemed a bit paler then usual. Draco went as if going up the stairs, but stopped to watch his parents. Lucius sat down beside his wife, and whispered something softly between them. She looked surprised, and almost frightened. Lucius showed her a book, but quickly put it on the side table taking his wife in his arms. Draco didn't know what to do, he wanted to go down and see what had happened. Why were his parents upset? Before long, Lucius was coming towards Draco, and the boy ran up the steps into his room.

He saw Rancor and Hedwig sharing the perch, resting next to each other. She seemed to be waiting for Draco's reply, so he wrote a quick note. The bird chirped awake as Draco tied the note to her leg, she seemed to linger on the perch with Rancor, not wanting to leave right away. Draco shrugged undressing and jumping into bed. He fell to sleep before long, but for some strange reason he thought he heard Dobby rummaging around the birds.

Draco dove his broom stick, the ground rushing towards him, the air cutting against his face. He saw it, it was right in front of him… Draco reached out and his fingers snatched the gold snitch out of the air. He hovered mere feet from the ground, panting as he looked at his practice snitch.

He heard some one clapping softly and looked across the yard to see his Uncle, or rather now his Professor. "Snape!" Draco ran to the black haired man, smiling at the older man. "When did you get here?"

Severus sat back down in the beautiful patio furniture, that Lucius had bought Draco's mother last Christmas. "Oh not too long, I see your practicing Quidditch, does that mean you've completed all your summer homework?"

Draco nodded, "Yes, Father told me I wasn't allowed to do anything fun until my studies were over. Though knowing him, he's probably got more for me to do before the summer is out."

Severus nodded, "Lucius only wants the best for you." He motioned to the broomstick, "Your doing quite well, think you might tryout for the team this year?"

Draco flushed a little, "Father says I'd have a long way to go before I could be on the team. He told me if I was serious I would have to practice most of the summer, and really be quick on the broom."

Severus looked across the yard to the large rose bush of Narcissa Black-Malfoy. Draco didn't know what was going through his Uncle's mind, but the image of Narcissa bothered him. "Speaking of Lucius is he still at work?" Snape did not look at Draco, but continued to look at the rose bush.

"Y-Yeah, he's been busy with stuff at the ministry. I heard the new teacher is going to be Gildory Lockheart." Draco said, and was surprised when Snape turned to him a look of shock on his face. " You didn't hear?"

Severus composed himself quickly, "I had heard he was a candidate, that notice was too short for many potential teachers… but I would not have thought Dumbledore to choose him."

"Apparently Father doesn't like it either." Draco snapped his fingers, "Dobby!"

A crack sounded and the house elf appeared bowing to the boy, "Yes, Master?"

"Get Un- Professor Snape and I something to drink." Draco said, nudging the house elf with his foot, "Be quick about it."

Dobby scurried away, coming back a few moments later with a tray of hot tea with a meal of chicken over rice. Draco took his lunch and began eating right away. Snape looked curiously at his bowl of assorted stir fried vegetables with chicken and rice, "You like THIS type of food Draco?"

Draco looked a bit confused, "What's wrong with it? Dobby made it once and I liked it."

Severus sniffed the contents of his bowl, but did not tell his young friend they would be eating muggle food. "Nothing, Draco."

Severus spoke of the potions they would be going over in the next year, and what specific ones would be most troubling to make for most students. Severus was a great mentor, he explained potions in a way that made even speaking the theory of them interesting. While most of his classmates found potions meticulous and time consuming, Draco found it to be a precise magic that took intelligence and cunning to properly prepare a potion. Maybe it was do to the fact that Snape had always been a constant in his life, but potions had opened up possibilities to Draco.

Severus waited until about midnight for Lucius to come to the Manor, but disappointed he returned home. Draco wondered what Snape did during his summers, most teachers lived at Hogwarts. They took their summers preparing their classrooms and socializing with the other live ins. Snape never seemed to be overly friendly with the other teachers. Yes he had spoken to them, helped them, and even felt comfortable around them, but to say they were friends would be stretching things.

Draco tapped his fingers on his desk writing his third letter to Harry. Maybe the boy really didn't want to be friends, maybe he should stop trying. He folded the short note and passed it to Rancor. "Find Harry Potter. Give him the note. Do not come back until it has been delivered to his hands alone." The bird's sharp eyes blinked, and he spread his wings to their widest wing span. He took a last look at Draco then took off into the sky. Dobby looked at his Master sadly, and quickly exited the room. He smashed his hands with a hammer, whimpering as he bandaged them. "Master…I'm sorry master…"

Lucius had been working all hours of the day and night at the ministry, Severus had stopped by now and again, but it had been three days since his mentor had last stopped by. Draco sighed and walked into his father's study. Usually the study was locked and warded, but with Lucius gone, Draco's mother must have forgotten to secure the room. He felt a sense of danger as he explored the forbidden room, touching all the old artifacts that were scattered around the room. He looked over some of the books, seeing the photo album that Severus had gotten Lucius just last Christmas. Draco took it out and flipped through the pages, he smiled looking them over.

Severus was only a first year, he was small and his long black hair acted like a curtain to cover his face. His robes were almost to big for him, his hands covered by the sleeves. Draco only recognized the boy because of his large nose, that protruded out of his hair. He was standing next to a tree talking next to a girl from another house.

Draco turned the page to see his mother and Bellatrix, he always hated his aunt, she was mean and deserved to be in Azkaban. He only had a few memories of Bellatrix, mostly ones that he'd rather not have remembered. The two girls were standing next to each other, posing for the camera, wands outstretched.

Not too far after Draco saw them chasing a long black haired man, who was running as fast as he could while the two girls were throwing hexes at him. Draco couldn't help but laugh at the man's face.

Severus was now a little older, maybe in second or third year. His father sitting on the bench with the young boy, his arms outstretched on the top of the bench. Severus seemed to be leaning closer to Lucius, his eyes focused on Lucius's face as the man spoke.

He quickly breezed by some other pictures, Avery, Mulciber, Yaxley, the Carrows, Crabbe, Goyle, they were all in the photos as well. Mixed through out in their respective years. One picture bothered Draco though, It was of Snape and Lucius running hand in hand. It wasn't Severus's face of slight embarrassment and joy. Nor was it of his grandfather's obvious dislike of his son's foolishness. No… it was Lucius Malfoy. Lucius looked happy. Not just a smile, not just laughing. Draco had never seen his father look like that, the kind of happy that hurts your face. The kind that leaves you feeling weightless.

Draco put the album back and brought out another tome, his parents wedding day. Draco scanned through it to the point were his father kissed Narcissa as they were wed. He watched the man's face, he looked peaceful, proud, but stoic. He didn't seem to enjoy what he was doing, rather it was just a necessity. Draco looked to the next picture, the one that was a painting in the Parlor. Lucius standing next to Narcissa, dressed in their wedding robes, they were smiling at the camera. Still this smile lacked something the Draco didn't understand. What had happened to his father to change him from the light hearted boy, to the stoic and hard man he was now? He put the books away, wanting to make sure everything was in place again before he snuck out of the study. He cursed as he tripped over the trash bin, rubbing his shin he looked down to see the debris all over the floor. Draco heard the main door open, a house elf gruffed out, "I'll take your coat master." He quickly scrambled around on the floor, throwing everything in as fast as he could. He saw one last wadded ball of paper at the study door and ran over to it, slipping it into his pocket before rushing out the room.

"Draco! It's been a while, how has your summer been?" Lucius asked as he sat down at their dinner table, a house elf bringing him supper.

Draco sat down near his father, stuffing the piece of paper down his pocket further. He paused, "Snape has come by to help me with some potions questions. He's watched me practice with the Snitch."

Lucius sliced his duck quickly, "Draco, is it really necessary to bore Severus with your flying around?"

Draco shrugged, "I don't know, sir. He never said anything against it."

Lucius exhaled, "I'm sorry, Draco. I shouldn't take my frustrations out on you. I'm glad you have kept him company. I expect you have made sure to offer him the best of what Malfoy Manor has to offer?"

Draco nodded, "Yes. He drank a bottle of wine."

Lucius took small bites of his duck, tasting it a moment before dipping it in gravy. "A bit dry…" Lucius ate for a few minutes before looking back at Draco. "You should get to bed Draco, if you would like I can arrange a carriage to take you to Crabbe or Goyle's house. Ask Monstin to order the carriage around if you would like to go." The old house elf looked up at his name, but returned his gaze to the ground when he saw he was not of service.

Draco nodded, "Goodnight, father." He opened the door to his room and felt a new rush of energy as he saw Rancor perched on his stand, a letter tied to his leg.