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Fresh Pair of Eyes

Chapter 1

The inevitable

Draco hurriedly walked through the dark, dim lighted corridor. He had been sure of where to go and why. It had been the first day back in this treacherous school and had to fix a problem before classes would begin the following day. It was a really important reason or Draco wouldn't be walking so fast. He was soon to reach his destination, when heard a sound. It was been soft and quiet so he decided to ignore it. He kept walking when he heard the sound again, except this time it was louder and clearer. As he gripped his wand immensely tight, he decided it was best to keep walking away from the sound. It was a sound that would change his life forever, whether it was for the better or worse.

Draco heard a loud thud and it curiosity overtook him and he paused in the midst of his steps. Draco eased himself over towards a classroom door, the potions classroom to be specific. He carefully cracked the door open and peaked inside. After all he was Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, and the most hated teenager in the entire wizarding world. After the war ended, Draco and his family were sent to Azkaban and placed in holding cells until their trials were held. Narcissa Malfoy was found guilty by association and sentenced house arrest without a wand until Valentine's Day, or otherwise know as 'Malfoy Manor Mayhem'. Draco on the other hand, had to return to Hogwarts for his "eighth year" along with the other students who had been affected by the war. Draco was also only allowed to use non harming spells unless instructed to do so in class. On Valentine's Day, Lucius would be receiving the dementors kiss. This is why it's called 'Malfoy Manor Mayhem'. He combed through it silky smooth light blonde hair with and fingers rather harshly. He was never fond of his father but when the wizarding world started celebrating his death or near death he couldn't help but feel disgusted. He couldn't fathom that the death of a father would be an enjoyable experience. What made Draco upset the most is that the weasel came up with the degrading name.

Draco quickly snapped out of his agonizing thoughts and glanced around the room. All he saw was a tie. Draco snickered to himself and opened the door wider to walk in. He strolled over to the tie placed roughly on the desk and clenched it tight. He despised this specific tie. It was unpleasantly stripped with red and gold, the tie of Gryffindor.

What silly Gryffindor would forget their tie in class? Draco thought to himself.

He began twirling the tie between his fingers. He was gripping it hard trying to force creases into it while a deep scowl appeared on his face.

Probably the weasel his head isn't screwed on right…

Draco began thinking off all things he could do with it that would piss the ginger off. Maybe stomp on it? No that wasn't mean enough. He needed to symbolically degrade this tie just like the weasel degraded his family after he won his precious little war.

Bloody hell the git didn't even do anything! Draco screamed in his head as he pounded his fist against the brown wooden desk. He knew he was in deep trouble no matter who won the war. Honestly he didn't give a shit. Maybe if he had …he wasstopped in mid thought as he heard the most terrifying scream in his life.

"No! Please not Malfoy!" The voice said.

Draco whipped his head around so fast a perfectly gelled blonde lock almost came out of place. He dropped the tie and stood in there in awe. He saw Hermione Ivegotastickupmyass Granger pinned against a wall with two shirtless slytherins pressed into her. Her white collared shirt was ripped and torn with the stranded fabrics laid across the floor. Her pants were still in tact though. At least that factor helped Draco's sanity.

Draco steadily walked towards the two 6 years and the mudblood.

"The bloody hell" Draco whispered to himself as he eyed the situation. He was positive no one heard him. If anyone did hear him though, he wasn't sure if he should be upset or thrilled about the situation.

"NO!" Granger screamed again trying to move away from the two. She began pushing and trying to bite her way through. Draco just stood there and watched the chaos continue. Hermione finally managed to bite one of them and the young man slapped her as he and his companion jumped back.

Hermione didn't expect his punch and she fell down to the floor and wheezing and coughing murmuring things Draco couldn't comprehend. He swiftly shoved his hands in his pockets and walked towards the mudblood. The six years must have idolized Draco because they stood back and watched him walk over to their unfinished prey. The two gave condescending grins as they tried to hide their excitement that the Slytherin Prince would be joining them. Now Draco was only about 2 centimeters away from Granger. She was propped on her elbow desperately searching for her wand. Draco wanted to vomit on the thought that they were so close. His own leather covered feet were touching her filthy ribs.

"Who's going to shag her first?" One of the boys asked. His voice was nearly dripping with delight and anticipation.

"Leave" replied Draco in a stern emotionless voice that seemed to boom through Hermione's ears like a megaphone.

"Huh" One of them responded again. Draco wasn't keeping track at who talked and who didn't. He actually didn't really care. They both repulsed him. He didn't approve of harming a girl unless necessary but if you are going to rape a girl shouldn't you lock the bloody door?

Draco took another breath to speak when he was interrupted by the filth twitching beneath him. His glare aimed towards Hermione could've killed her. It was bitter and cold and of all things… soulless. He adjusted his voice with a grunt and turned back towards the shirtless boys. They were fat and chubby and pale but Draco had no room to talk about skin pigmentation.

Wow Granger was almost fucked by these two? Dracosaid to himself.

"You heard me get the fuck out." He countered his voice steady and stagnant.

The boys scurried around the room for their belongings and ran out the room.

"Pathetic" Draco grunted and shifted his weight to look at the girl under him.

She was shivering again and coughing frantically. Her brown curls were scattered and utterly disgusting, though in Draco's mind they were always terrible. "This is how it should be you know. Me on top and you on the bottom, like always. Your stupid little friends tried to change that fact didn't you?"

Silence.

"Didn't you?" Draco repeated with his voice licking with frustration and anger.

"We …" Her weak voice was interrupted my more coughing.

"That's exactly what I thought. I'm superior and always will be. Look at you bloodstained clothes, curls, correct me birds nest, and nose it has that muddy blood on it! You are nothing. You know who is dead but nothing has changed."

"Fear …of …..a ….name.." She choked out desperately.

"Only increases fear of the thing itself. Shut the fuck up, Granger! We all know the damn quote. Look I came here on accident. Hell! I don't even know why I was in the corridor in the first place! You're lucky I told the slimy bastards to leave but now that I think about it I should have let them shred your innocence! And yes I know you're a virgin why would anyone want to shag you?"

Hermione whimpered small sounds like the ones Draco heard earlier.

"Look, give me your nose." He commanded urgently and impatiently.

He grabbed her chin before she could refuse and used the Tergeo and Episkey spell as his nails dug into her chin. The blood as immediately gone and the bones shifted back into face with a large crack.

"I don't want this incident being told by anyone." His voice was deep and stern. "I'm supposed to act civilly to you people so here's my kindness. Don't expect it, it probably won't come again. Just make sure you and your friends stay out of my fucking way." With that he turned away and left the girl on the floor confused and scared. He intended to slam the door but then remembered it had been 11:00 at night. He walked back to his dorm, when he suddenly remembered why he had left and where he was going. He needed to speak to McGonagall about his living arrangements.

He would be sharing the room with bloody Potter and Weasley.

A/N Hello! I hope you like it ! Its kinda short i know but i didn't want to elaborate on what happens next until the next chapter! Dont worry it'll be longer... much longer hopefully. Also sorry for grammatical errors. Again thanks for reading !