Spy or Love?

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Chapter 1: Fear And The Shape Of Things To Come

He looked about the room. The sorting hat sitting on top of it's self was muttering to it's self, more then likely rehearsing it's new song for the sorting that year. He rolled his eyes and averted his gaze to the big wooden desk before him. He couldn't count how many times he'd been in his office but this was the first time he had ever been afraid to be there, after all, a Malfoy's never afraid, or that's how he'd been taught. He just couldn't help it, if Dumbledore refused him then his life was done, however he knew that he would have to beg, and a Malfoy doesn't beg either. His reputation as he knew it was shot, but which did he care more about now? His life or his reputation?

He ran his still pale hand through his almost white hair. Draco touched his nose to make sure it was still straight. Ever since Mudblood Granger punched him in third year he touched it from time to time, afraid he would find it off kilter again. He looked at his watch. Ten minutes he'd been sitting here, felt more like and hour. Where was Dumbledore? In fact, he shouldn't be anywhere at all.

Dumbledore's 'death' had scared everyone. The only wizard Voldemort was ever afraid of was dead and the "boy-who-lived" had no tutor. Somehow he had managed to arise, walking out of his tomb and up to the castle a couple days after his funeral looking better then he had when he was 'alive.' He wasn't a zombie, or at least not in the typical sense because he was still the same old Dumbledore... just arisen from the grave. Shudders grew through his body. Draco had fled to the Malfoy Manor where he lived alone for a month and then couldn't stand to live in fear any longer. The only place he knew he'd be safe was here at Hogwarts and yet he wished he was anywhere else. He'd tried to kill Dumbledore, he'll never let him back in he thought to himself. How could he be so stupid?

"Sit down Mr. Malfoy." Draco had stood up to go but just when Dumbledore came in. Even after all that happened and considering whom he was talking to, he still had the same sparkle in his eye and the same calm voice.

He sat down in his chair and put his elbows up on his desk linking his fingers, studying the pale boy. Draco sat back down and looked back at him, trying to remain calm.

"What brings you here Mr. Malfoy? I assume you're over your want of killing me, so I guess that's not why your here." he said still very calm, smiling slightly.

"No sir... You know as well I do that I wouldn't have killed you... I was just scared. My father got me into something I couldn't get out of. I'm here to ask for your forgiveness, because I need your help. The only way I'm safe is here at Hogwarts. I fear that Voldemort's after me... because I didn't do my job and I'm not following him any longer. Please Professor, I need your help." he said in his most pleading voice. Inside, he was screaming! A Malfoy had just begged! His ancestors would be turning over in their graves if they knew.

"I thought that might be why you came, but Voldemort will eventually come to Hogwarts, and there will be a time when I cannot stop him. You are not completely safe, but for now... I suppose you can stay. However, if you do anything to hurt staff or students, I will be forced to expel you. That will also be the case if I find out that you've had any contact with a Death Eater or Voldemort. Do you understand?" Dumbledore looked at Draco sternly, his half moon glasses having slid far down on his nose.

After all that has happened he trusted Draco. Of course he knew there was a good chance that Dumbledore would let him back, he could never turn down someone in trouble. For this, Draco grateful. He looked up at the old man and he felt something change. All the hatred his father had fed him about Dumbledore, turned into a mixed feeling of like and distrust. He supposed it was better to keep his opinions about Dumebledore open, just in case something ever happened and he needed to choose Voldemort's side if need be... that is if Voldemort ever let him live.

"Yes sir, I understand. Thank you for forgiving me, I don't know where I'd go if you turned me away, but I would fully understand why you would do it." Draco said, making sure that he sounded completely sorry.

"Of course I would take you in. If someone's in trouble I like to help as best I can, and you didn't really want to kill me, I know that there is good and bad in everyone, yin and yang. The world wouldn't be as interesting if it didn't have its opposites. Now, I think the best thing to do is make you Head Boy. I don't think it wise to put you in with your fellow Slytherins, after all I am aware that many of them, if not already, will become Death Eaters eventually, and it's best to keep you away from harm, physical as well as mental. To ensure your safety you will share the Head's dorm with this years Head Girl, Miss Granger. I expect you to treat my hospitality well by treating Miss Granger civilly. I intend to try and create school unity. I would like you two to promote school peace. The password to your common room is 'Peace', Professor McGonagal will show you the way. Goodnight Mr. Malfoy. Oh, and since you're here before school has actually begun, you may wander the castle and the grounds and do what you wish but you may not leave." Dumbledore signaled Draco to stand and led him to the door. Professor McGonagal was just outside the door.

Draco and McGonagal walked towards where the prefects' bath was, he assumed the dorm was near by.

'Ug... Granger... Why her? Of all the people it could have been…why her? She's my total opposite... maybe that's what Dumbledore ment with his whole yin yang and opposites speech. Great, a whole year living with mudblood.'

He felt someone looking at him and turned to see McGonagal's face swerve back in front of her.

'Why was she staring at me?' he felt the urge to touch his nose again but didn't.

He hated the way McGonagal walked. It's sort of a mix between a quick walk and a strut. It's almost like she thinks she runs the school. he thought. She made him nervous as well.

She stopped in front of a portrait of the first Head Boy and Head Girl of Hogwarts. They smiled and asked for the password.

"Peace. Thank you Professor but you can leave now." Draco snarled. She scowled at him and strutted off.

Draco went inside the portrait hole to the common room. It was dressed in colours of silver and gold, no doubt for the houses of the Head's. The lights turned on when he entered the room but slowly faded as he walked up the staircase and claimed the room on the left of it as his. When he opened the door, he found that he'd chosen correctly. It was furnished with silver and green with black hangings around the bed. On the blanket was a great snake.

"Perfect." he said out loud and flopped down on the bed.

"I have nothing to change into." he decided he'd have to go get his stuff from the manor the next morning.

Sleep was overcoming him and he spent his last moments awake trying to think of how he was possibly going to be nice to Granger.

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