Summary: Based after the 6th book, Draco Malfoy faces some troubles, not only with his family, but his love life as well. His only hope of any happiness or the feeling of being safe was to befriend the infamous trio of Hogwarts. Could he in fact become a good person with a good heart, or will he forever remain evil and cold-hearted? May Contain Spoilers of Book 6 HP/DM and possibly DM/HG (It could end up being a love triangle, but don't give your hopes up)
Introduction: The news of Dumbledore's death spread through the wizarding world like a wildfire. Everyone had heard about it, and almost everyone was distraught. The Malfoys seemed to be the only family who had really treated the death as a cause for celebration. Lord Voldemort could finally return without anyone stepping in his way. No one could stop the certain forces that have been set in motion, not even Harry Potter himself. The Dark Lord would be in power once more, and no one could do anything about it. Yes, such a cause for celebration if you were some "Pure-Blood" family and absolutely worshipped the Dark Lord. If that was the case, then how come young Mister Malfoy was distraught? Could it be that he felt sorry and unsafe now that Dumbledore, the only other wizard in the world who could defeat Voldemort, is gone?
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"Draco? Draco? Are you even paying attention to me?" Narcissa's icy voice shattered Draco's thoughts as she spoke. Almost instantly, he awoke from the trance he had been in. Once again, he had been thinking of that day where Dumbledore had tragically been killed by Severus Snape. Draco thought he could trust Snape with anything, but ever since that day, Draco lost all trust in him. He had lost trust in almost everything. First his father, then Snape. The only person he could ever trust now was his mother, Narcissa. "Draco, have you been listening to anything I've been saying?"
"No, I'm sorry mother. I guess I spaced out. What were you saying?" Draco looked up at her, giving her an apologetic look.
"I said that we'll be going into Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy you new dress robes, seeing as how your old ones don't even fit anymore."
"Why do I need dress robes? Whats going on?" Draco asked, thinking of things that could be happening. There can't be another Triwizard Tournament. There is nothing special happening at school, that he knew of.
"Well, the fool they called Headmaster wanted to start something new. He thought about having a ball for all the seventh years. Something about remembering your last days at Hogwarts." Narcissa frowned slightly, staring at Draco with great intensity. Draco couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, okay. That sounds great mum. Thank you for telling me." That was all that seemed to come out of his mouth at the time. What else was he supposed to say? With that being said, he removed himself from the dining area and escorted himself to his room. He lay down on his bed, feeling rather tired, and slowly fell asleep.
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Hand in hand they walked through the woods, talking quietly among themselves. Draco slowly turned to the young man next to him and slowly pulled him closer. "I want you to know something. I've always loved you, ever since the first day I laid eyes on you. Your messy jet black hair, your sharp, piercing green eyes. Harry, I couldn't help but falling in love with you."
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Draco woke nearly instantly the next morning, flashes of his strange dream racing through his mind. He shook them off after hearing his mother's shrill voice echo through the manor. The sound of her voice told him it was really time to get up. The last thing he needed was a beating from his mother. Ever since his father, Lucius, was sent to Azkaban, she had become the controlling person in the household. As much as he trusted her, Draco couldn't help but fear her just a little. He stepped into his bathroom, leaving his thoughts behind in his room, and took off his clothes. He stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash his troubles away. He finished with his shower rather quickly, fearing that his mother would yell again, and dried off. He fixed his hair, put on his clean clothes and ran down the stairs to the living room. He found Pansy Parkinson standing in the middle of the room as he jumped off the last step.
"Drakie! I missed you so much!" Pansy shrieked as she jumped into his arms, kissing him every where she could.
"Pansy, get off me!" He struggled to get her off him, managing to get marks on his arms where she held on tightly. "What're you doing here?"
"Drakie, I always go shopping with you, remember? Your mother invited me this time, since someone forgot." She sneered at him, frowning a bit.
"I didn't forget, I just didn't think you would remember. Your not that bright." He looked at her, speaking only the truth.
"Drakie, how could you possibly think I'm stupid? Do you honestly hate me that much?"
"No, and stop calling me Drakie. My name is Draco." With that being said, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the manor, muttering under his breath.
(Sorry so short, Please RnR. If I get good reviews, I'll write more)
