A/N: Well hey everyone here (finally!) is my new Fic, hope you all enjoy it and leave me some nice reviews. This took my ages to type up.

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This chapter is un-betad at the moment but when I get the chapter back I'll replace it, but I've gone through it twice looking for errors. Anyway enjoy my Dramione Fic and if you read it, review it, they motivate me and make me very happy.

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The Betrayer

By Ocean Fairy

Dong…..Dong…..Dong

"Silencio!"

A young male voice called out and pale blue sparks emitted from a thin piece of wood held in his long pale hand. Draco Malfoy laid his wand back in its case and lay back down on his bed, his blonde hair fanned out on his pillow.

He lay staring at the ceiling, concentrating on the intricate serpent pattern engraved on it. The curls and twists of their shapes gave him some comfort from his worrying.

Glancing over at the clock he noticed that it had just turned six and already the sun was setting. He decided he had better remove the silencing charm off his clock before he broke it or that would be another thing to get in trouble about.

Technically he was not allowed to do magic outside school but his father had placed a charm on the house enabling him to do so without alerting The Ministry of magic. It had proven to be quite useful and Drcao had been using his magic for years.

Speaking of his father it was only half an hour until he got home and he was becoming increasingly nervous, he had been dreading his father's return from work all day.

According to Lucius today was to be a "special" day but to Draco it did not feel special at all, more like the feeling of waiting for one's own execution, well he imagined so, not that he had ever been put in that position.

If all went to plan tonight he would start his death eater training and was due to be given his first mission what-ever that was. It was his duty to prove himself to the Dark Lord and if he succeeded he would be praised and made a death eater as soon he turned eighteen. However should he fail or refuse to accept his mission, his father had warned him even if the Dark Lord showed mercy upon him he would have him to answer to. It was not much of a choice.

The calendar which rested on the wall opposite his bed caught his eye as it crossed another day off itself. It was only three days until the start of the new term it was to be his seventh year at Hogwarts and he had to admit that he was quite looking forward to returning to the castle again.

A small smile escaped on to his depressed face. Normally the very idea of returning to school was one that he did not even like to think about but, this summer had definitely been one of his worst in memory and thankfully it was coming to an end.

He frowned as he knew he would miss his mother greatly, but that was no different any year. His father however had angered him over the past few weeks, and was mainly the cause of his bad summer.

Draco clenched his fists as he thought about it, every other day he would get the expected lecture about upholding the Malfoy honour and all the warnings he had been given about what would happen if he ever brought shame on the family were unbearable.

It was not like he had ever done anything wrong, and he always strived to please his father, no matter what.

He had often wondered what it would be like to live a different life, to be someone else for just a day and not live life under the influence of the Dark Lord.

Draco had realised some time ago that most of the people in school hated him, some even despised him and the ones who he could call friends were only there for who he was or what he had.

It was quite depressing when he thought about it, but a Malfoy always copes, no matter what is thrown at him, so that is what is what he had done for the past few years.

His mind wandered to Crabbe and Goyle they were a couple of his so called friends ,they didn't deserve to be called that ,they more like bodyguards not that he was complaining, they were useful.

But he had always wondered what it would be like to have a decent conversation with someone who had more than half a brain cell to his name.

Their lives were mapped out, as was his. Leave school, become a death eater and marry a pureblood. Any ambitions or a love for someone else were not even considered. There was no room to stray off the chosen path.

Over the summer Draco had spent a lot of his time reading, a secret hobby of his. Not that his father found any fault with reading as long as it was the right kind of reading.

The right kind of reading in his father's eyes would be swotting up new hexes and curses or reading the Death Eater handbook.

If he ever knew that Draco enjoyed many muggle books and reading about the history of Hogwarts then there would surely be arguments following. Draco however found great satisfaction in learning a new fact and getting through as many novels as he could. They let him escape his life and enter a world which for a while belonged to him where no one could bother him or tell him what to do and most of all there was no Dark Lord to confuse things.

Admittedly he had learned many new hexes and couldn't wait to show his new found tricks to "the Golden trio." He hated them all yet they hadn't crossed his mind for months.

"A bunch of misfits that's all they are." He said aloud and smirked evilly. "Scar head and his loyal follower weasleby pathetic!"

There was a light tap on the door.

"Enter" he called out, it could not be his father he was not due home yet and besides when Lucius knocked the door you knew exactly who was on the other side. Yet he still found himself waiting with baited breath.

Creeping in through the door came Shean, the Malfoy's newest house elf. It looked exhausted and was dressed in a manky green teacloth with holes in it.

"What the hell do you want?" He had told this disgusting creature never to darken his door perhaps it had misunderstood.

"I ..I... h-heard you talking sir I was just w-wondering if you needed anything." The house elf was trembling as it spoke, terrified of its master's gaze.

"I will call you if I need anything now get out!" He ordered it. The house elf bowed clumsily and left as fast as it could. Draco shook his head.

"Bloody creature. Now where was I?" He grabbed a couple of the many cushions scattered at the bottom of his bed and propped them up on top of his pillows and lay on them.

"Ah yes The Golden Trio."

He'd always thought that Potter would have made a good friend if he hadn't gone off with the weasel in the first year. Potter would have proved to be a much more interesting friend than Crabbe and Goyle anyway.

And then there was that mud blood Granger that hung around with them. How he hated her. He had always been told that she was beneath him yet somehow she always managed to beat him at everything it was ridiculous. She was ridiculous.

He heard someone calling him; it was his mother's voice.

"Draco your father is home. You'd better come down." She said.

Sitting up he rubbed two hands over his face.

"Well this is it."

Taking up his wand he waved it and muttered something His Muggle clothes transformed in to fine black and silver robes lined with green velvet.

Even at home his family seemed to stick with the Slytherin colours. His father did not approve of Muggle clothing on wizards, and he would go mental if he found out his own son actually like wearing jeans and t-shirts. Muggle filth, he always called it.

"You're too good for that Draco." He mimicked his father's words.

With one hand he smoothed his hair back in to a slick style which he favoured at the house it was always less fuss like this and besides his father did not approve of his preferred loose style. With the other hand he placed his wand inside his robes.

He checked himself out in the mirror and smirked. "Not bad" he boasted to his reflection. He was shocked when his reflection started talking back when he remembered he had had the talking mirror for his birthday.

"You really shouldn't be so vain, you know and don't you know how to smile all this smirking is killing my cheeks." It complained pouting slightly at Draco.

"Oh shut up!" He snapped back. His uncle had sent it to him, for what reason he did not know but what he did now was that the thing never left him alone.

Striding over to the other side of his room, he opened his door, stepped out in to the corridor, and locked it behind him.

His room had a charm placed upon it meaning no one could open it except him. He carried the small golden key around his neck, not that it would be any use to anyone if they did find it. The metal felt cool against his skin.

He took a deep breath and started walking down the many flights of stairs. His sweaty palms slipped on the fine oak banister.

"What the hell's the matter with me?" he scolded himself he was acting pathetic.

A voice answered his question. "You're being a wimp, boy, that's what."

Draco spun around startled by the intrusion in to his private scolding of himself who dared to spy on him?

The portrait of his great grand father Lucifer stared back at him.

"Well go on boy your father is waiting. In my day, I would never dare keep my father waiting for a second why, I-"

"Oh sod off!" Why was everything against him today?

Lucius was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs his long blonde hair was loose and tumbling straight down his back. He wore long, black, elegant robes with silver lining.

His eyes pierced Draco as he walked down the stairs towards him. Lucius gestured for his son to come over to him.

"Ah Draco ,there you are."

Draco obediently walked over to his father and shook his hand firmly refusing to show a hint of his nervousness in front of him. Draco noticed his fathers grey eyes were fixed on him; they were so cold and unforgiving. Would he end up with eyes like that?

"So how have you been today, Draco?" Lucius asked as he placed an arm around his son's shoulders possessively and pushed him towards the sitting room. "Looking forward to this evening, I presume."

In his head Draco shouted "No!" But his desire to please his father betrayed him and he nodded.

"Yes very much." Draco felt guilty, that was a downright lie.

Lucius smiled. That was indeed the answer he had wanted to hear but his eyes remained as emotionless as ever.

"Good…I am proud of you Draco tonight you shall prove yourself as a Malfoy."

Draco forced a smile and hoped his father wouldn't notice. Thankfully he did not and Draco's smile satisfied him.

They reached the sitting room door. Draco could feel his stomach clenching as Lucius's gloved hand turned the door handle. Was the Dark Lord there? He only wished he knew what to expect.

It was ironic, that even though he was the son of one of Voldemort's most loyal followers he had not once laid eyes on him.

The door swung open and Draco let out a long breath that he was unaware he had been holding. Sitting at the table which was laid with the finest of foods and cutlery (which was always expected when you dined with the Malfoy's) were a selection of his father's death eater friends. Black robes and masks hung off hooks on the wall like twisted shadows. He had seen many of them before, perhaps this would not be so bad.

Draco confidently strode in to the deep red and ivory sitting room in step with his father. Heads turned and many eager hands were shoved at him to shake before he took his place with them at the oak table.

They began the usual mindless chatter and laughter about Dumbledore, muggles and The Ministry of Magic. He paid very little attention to them and as long as he nodded every now and then no one was any wiser, he had been doing it for years most would say he was an expert at it now.

Many glasses of wine later Draco was finding it hard to stay awake at the table as he had spent most of last night thinking about what would happen today. The dishes had finally been cleared by Shean and the other house elves under the Malfoy's employment and the fine crystal glasses were refilled.

Crabbe took up his glass. "A toast" he announced.

Draco who was quite used to this procedure also raised his glass, he looked at Crabbe, he wondered how he had ended up with such a stupid son and if he minded.

"To our future member, may all your schemes be successful." Everyone nodded. "To Draco." He acknowledged that the toast was dedicated to him with a nod; he then averted his gaze to his father who was sitting at the head of the table with a proud look on his face.

"And to the Dark Lord" Crabbe continued. "May he bring order for many years to come."

A small cheer arose from those gathered. Lucius stood up "And now… let us attend to the matter at hand. Draco, come here."

Draco felt like vomiting. This is it, he braced himself. He stood and walked up to his father. Another death eater also stood taking out his wand he muttered the summoning charm. "Accio scroll."

A gold box appeared in his hand. It seemed to glow from the flickering candles which lit the room.

The box was handed to Draco and he took it firmly in his hands. He stared at it a minute before opening it. He expected some thing to happen, smoke perhaps but all he saw was a small black scroll sitting on a velvet cushion. It was tied with a gold ribbon; it rose up in to the air and stopped when it was eye level with Draco. Plucking it out of the air he opened it, neat curled blood red writing stared back at him. Was this Voldemort's handwriting?

To my newest member Mr.Malfoy,

Well done for making the correct choice and becoming a death eater many excitements lay ahead of you. I hope I will have as many years of loyal service out of you as I have had from your father. As it happens I have picked out a very enjoyable mission for you.

I believe you know of Harry Potter's friend the mud blood. He cares for her possibly more than just a friend .Either way I know from experience that he would do anything for her. I have also considered the possibility that, when she is older may become a threat to us as, she is a very powerful witch .With the right training she could be our downfall. Therefore, I will be killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. Draco's eyes widened, he was going to kill Granger.

I cannot possibly have her captured, as she is protected too well nor can I get her myself, as I have little enough time to do so. That's where you come in. "Severus has already seen to it that you will be made Head Boy this year at Hogwarts. She will be made Head Girl. Therefore, you shall be sharing a common room."

Make her fall in love with you gain her trust. Get as much information out of her through the year and when the time is right you will bring her to us. I shall be awaiting your reply Draco. Do not fail me.

The Dark Lord

Draco read the final sentence in disbelief this could not be right.

"What does it say, son?" Lucius asked eagerly.

Draco was frozen, unable to move, unable to answer his father's question. Only one word played in his mind over and over. No.

"Draco, answer me, boy, tell us the good news."

The other death eaters turned to each other and whispers could be heard. What's the matter with him? They all seemed to be saying.

Draco looked up to his father's steely gaze, he did not think of the consequences.

"I'm not doing it." He said hoarsely all the previous false confidence was long gone.

Lucius looked at him for one moment which seemed to last for ever.

"WHAT!" He roared and ripped the parchment out of Draco's hands. While he read it a small smirk played upon his face.

"Quite ingenious ,as usual," he murmured and nodded in approval, he turned his attentions back to Draco. "Do you have a problem with this?" His eyes flashed dangerously, Draco recoiled slightly.

The death eaters were all staring at Draco eagerly ,awaiting an answer.

His mother, however, looked horrified. Please say no, please just accept whatever it is she prayed in her head. As Lucius's wife, she could see the warning signs ,and she feared for her only son's safety.

"I'm not doing it." Draco replied blankly.

He watched as his father took in a deep breath. "Without this mission, you cannot become a death eater." He replied, his voice was low almost a growl he was struggling to control his temper.

Draco had never seen his father this angry before, but he realised that at some point in his life he would have to stand up to his father, and that time had to be now.

"I don't care, this mission is ridiculous. She is a mud blood she hates me, and trust me the feeling is mutual." he replied as strongly as he could, despite the fact that his father's face was mere inches away from his own.

"Ridiculous as it may be the Dark Lord's orders are final. You will do it."

"Never!" Draco shouted back.

The next thing Draco felt was a hand across his cheek. Lucius's face was contorted with anger. He grabbed a fistful of Draco's hair and slammed his head against the wall.

"You will never speak to me like that again do you understand?" Draco nodded. He could feel bruises and lumps appearing, even though he could not see them.

The death eaters all watched completely emotionless as they watched Lucius beat up his son.

Narcissa, however, was in a state, tears were pouring down her face her hands covered her eyes as she heard Draco's head slam against the wall. She knew if she went to help him she could make things worse and Lucius would only take out his anger on her as well.

"You will reply to the Dark Lord now and accept his mission." Lucius ordered.

"I-I c-can't" Draco whimpered.

Lucius pulled his son up off the floor. Tears formed in Draco's eyes. Slap! Draco felt his lip split.

"Stop crying Malfoys never cry."

Draco nodded ,wiping his eyes. Lucius heard a snicker from one of the Death eaters. His son had shamed him in front of them.

Before he thought about what he was doing, an Unforgivable Curse slipped from his mouth.

"Crucio!"

Draco made no sound as he fell to the floor and as he writhed with pain he managed to shout out for help. His very bones felt like they were being cracked ,his organs being ripped to shreds, his skin felt like it was being roasted slowly over a fire.

"Stop!" Narcissa screamed, and in a flash of blonde hair, she pushed Lucius, breaking the curse. She then lifted Draco off the floor; he was trembling too weak to even open his eyes.

"How could you do this to your own son?" she screamed at him.

Lucius looked on horrified as he watched his wife rocking his lifeless son stroking his head. Her hands covered in his blood, wiping his face clean with her dress.

He turned to the death eaters. "Get out all of you!" he roared.

The guests all summoned their robes and masks grumbling that they had been quite enjoying the show. They left laughing leaving no trace of themselves except empty wine glasses.

He turned and saw Draco sitting up. Narcissa held her wand in her hand; she had healed him as best she could.

Draco was staring at his father in disbelief, he stood up shakily but rejected his mother's efforts to help him walk. He stopped by the door and turned his head slightly, still with his back to his father coldly.

"I regret the day I was ever born a Malfoy." Was all he said as he left the room.

Lucius stared at the space where he had stood he looked at Narcissa, hoping to see some comfort in her. All he found was a familiar steely gaze. She apparated out of the room without a word.

Lucius sat down and ran hand through his hair. What the hell have I done?

He bowed his head.

Draco burst in to his room and slammed the door behind him, feeling the last bit of his strength give way as he collapsed to the floor. Drawing his knees up to his chest, he sat staring at the Malfoy family portrait that hung on his wall.

His father had never hit him so badly before, naturally he was threatened at least twice daily but Lucius had never gone so far as to raise his wand to him.

A searing pain shot through his body reminding him of what he had just endured. He groaned he never wanted to feel pain like that again.

He would have to take the mission there was no other choice he would have more than that if he continued to refuse.

He dragged himself painfully across the carpet and on to his bed; he lay there staring at the ceiling.

The intricate serpent pattern offered him no comfort tonight but instead reminded him of what lengths his family would go to for their name, honour and for respect. A hot droplet of liquid rolled down the side of his cheek that became absorbed by his pillow and was followed by another.

Narcissa crouched outside Draco's door listening to her son's sobs. She could not go to him the door was locked and besides Draco would never let anyone see him cry.

His sobs ripped at her heart, so she did the only thing she could think of to help her son. Withdrawing her wand she sent a sleeping charm through the key hole of his door .

Hearing his gentle snores she stood up and went to her bedroom. Still not knowing what the mission was, or why Draco had reacted so badly to it. However she did know that whatever happened, Draco was going to have to accept this mission ,whether he liked it or not.

A/N: Good? Bad? Let me know.

Chapter 2: Hermione's summers not been too good either, her fathers dead and she may not return to Hogwarts. Finding out she's head girl doesn't help either.

(No, this is not going to be some cliché plot, I have them as head boy and girl but this is not by any means the main point in my fic.)

Teaser: In fact she was so immersed in her thoughts that she did not notice the figure watching her from behind.

"I knew it" The person gasped.

Hermione spun around her wand already in her hand.

)(No it's not Draco there not ready to meet just yet