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A/N: Warnings: OotP spoilers! Contains slash, later. If you don't like it, please don't read. I don't want to be hated or anything.
Summary: Draco has always been a dominant person. He has never opened up to anyone and never shown his true feelings. However, the events of his seventh year might just change the cold-blooded Slytherin. Love is not always an expected event. H/D. OotP spoilers! Slash!
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Chapter One: Prologue
Trust.
A word known by most, but a concept which has been master unsuccessfully. I, myself, how been in many situations that have failed due to the lack of knowledge pertaining to the subject. Everything that runs in this world is built on trust, good or bad. You trust that your teacher is educating you to the full extent of their ability and you trust that your archrival will give you a good bout every now and again.
Yes, this word is used everyday, but never fully understood. We may know what it means, but we all do not truly understand what the task entails. I'll admit that I have been naïve and thought that I accurately used the idea, but then again, nobody's perfect.
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July 29
Another night of tossing and turning turned into morning. I woke up to the loud banging in the room beneath mine. Cursing my father for not sound proofing my room like I requested, I threw back my covers and greeted the sun regretfully.
My routine is known by the house elves, they've placed everything in its corresponding spot to which I sluggishly walk to. The banging continues below and a headache started to make itself known. To add to my luck, the potion for the pain has run out. Fortunately, Snape was supposed to arrive later today, maybe the day wouldn't turn out so bad.
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I can't help it if I am so naïve, I was raised on consistency. Everything has run smoothly since I was born.
'Silver Platter Syndrome,' I recall the person of my affection calling it. Whatever it is, it doesn't help me in this situation. I never knew bad mornings could get worse…
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"Dammit, Snape!" bellowed Moody.
"Stop complaining, Moody, get the boy out of here!"
"Malfoy!" I heard a familiar voice call my name; however, it wasn't in the same disgusted tone as it had been before.
"Potter?" I looked for the lanky boy, which I called my 'enemy.' He ran quickly, dodging a spell that had been sent his way. "What the-"
"No, time! Apparate to Hogsmeade. NOW!" His grip on his wand tightened and shot spells wildly behind him. I had no time to argue. A spell was sent in my direction, making me freeze and fall stiffly to the ground. I was frozen, but still fully aware of my surroundings.
"Dammit! Moody, Snape, Malfoy's been hit!" I heard Potter shout, I felt him hovering over me as if he were protecting me.
"Are you capable of Apparating both of you to headquarters?" I heard my godfather shout, not a sign of disdain in his voice.
"Yes, I think so," I hear Potter say, although, not all that confidently. He shouted a few spells before wrapping his arms around my rigid body and with a pop, we were gone.
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Small chapter I know, but it's late and it's just a prologue. Oh well, review and yell at me to write more. Whatcha think? Love it, hate it, don't really care enough about it to comment? Well, however you feel, let's press our little purple friend and tell me, 'kay? No flames, please. Thanks.