Authors note: Sadly I own nothing of the Harry Potter realm...*Sigh* All contents, save the plot, belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. Some parts in this story are from the 6th book only from Draco's POV and the ending of the 6th book is completely different as is the 7th book.

Chapter 1 - My name is Draco Xavier Malfoy

My name is Draco Xavier Malfoy. My father? Lucius Damien Malfoy. Deceased. My mother? Narcissa Dawn Black. Still alive, thank Merlin! Best friend? Harry James Potter. Wife? Hermione Marie Granger. Biological children? 3. Adopted children? 1.

I bet your wondering how that happened? It's a very interesting story, let me tell you. Would you like to here it?

It began in the summer before our 6th year...

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I'd been working at a muggle market in Camden called the Camden Market. It was smack in the middle of 4 roads, Camden High Road, Parkway, Jamestown Road, and Kentish Town Road. It wasn't just one market, but several. It was made up of Camden Market, Camden Lock Market and Stables Market. I worked in Camden Lock helping sell old books and cheap designer clothing. I had set up a bank account in muggle London at Barclays Bank. I made sure no one would recognize me by changing my apperance. I darkened my eyes to a dark blue. My hair went from platinum blonde to light brown and i tanned my skin slightly. Unfortunatly, I couldn't change my voice. And that is what gave me away.

One day, it was a Thursday I believe. In August. It was an extremely hot day. 27 degrees Celcius. 80 degrees Fahrenheit. I was dressed in tan cargo shorts and a tight black shirt that some people call wife-beaters, though I had no clue as to why. I had been watching her for a while. Hermione Granger was walking slowly through Camden Lock Market. She had a small pile of clothes and 3 books in her arms. She was currently wearing a pair of jean shorts that came to mid-thigh and a white tanktop with a blue over shirt. She had changed quite a bit since I'd met her in first year. Her once frizzy brown hair now fell in soft curls to the middle of her back, all frizzyness gone. The school robes that usually covered her body were gone, revealing nice feminine curves. I knew there was a reason I hated those bloody school robes.

After about a half hour of watching her she approached me, ready to pay for her items.

"All set?" I asked polietly. She looked at me strangely and nodded. She set her things down and pulled out her purse. "Maternity clothes?" I asked. She blushed and nodded. "For a friend or...?" I faded off looking her up and down. Was she pregnant? Something inside of me got angry. Though I didn't know what it was at the time I later identified it as jealousy.

"They're umm... for me actually." She said quietly. "I'm 6 weeks." I nodded, pretending not to care. Suddenly she said, "Have we met before? You look familiar. And your voice..." She faded off and shrugged.

"I doubt it." I said, smiling. "I don't live around here." Which was true. "£33, please." She handed me her pounds and I put her items in a plastic bag for her.

"I'm sorry." She said quickly. "Are you quite sure we haven't met?" I started getting nervous. I knew how stubborn she could be.

"I'm pretty sure we haven't. I live in the country in Wiltshire."

"Oh... Ok then." She walked away looking confused.

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That Saturday, I ran into her in Diagon Alley. She was in Madam Malkin's getting new robes that would hide her growing stomach. I pretended to be looking for something while watching her out of the corner of my eye. When she went up to pay for them, I 'accidentally' bumped into her. I caught her before she could hit the ground.

"Than..." She stopped and glared at me when she realized who it was. "Watch where you're going Malfoy."

"Sorry Granger. Didn't see you there." I smirked at the shocked look on her face and walked out of the store.

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'I don't want to do this... I don't want to do this... I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING DO THIS!'

"Draco?" Pansy Parkinson tapped me on the shoulder and I flinched away in disgust. "Come on. The feast is over." I rose from the table and headed to the Slytherin Common Room.

I sat in front of the fire for hours, until I was sure everyone was asleep. Slipping out of the Common room, I ran for the Room of Requirement.

'Where is it?' After wandering around the room for hours, I finally found it. The vanishing cabinet. I found my way back to the door, memorizing the route, and went back to my room.

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The whole next week, I went through classes in a daze. Looking back, I should have paid more attention. When classes were over for the week, I stole an apple from the kitchens and headed back to the Room of Requirement. I had been reseaching this since I received the mission. I cast a few spellson the inside and outside of the cabinet then placed the apple in it and closed the door.

'One, two, three, four, fix, six, seven...' After counting to 100, I pulled the door open to reveal the same apple with a large bite mark on it. I picked the apple up, swung aroung and hurled the apple as hard as I could. Before it even hit the floor, I was sprinting out the door and slamming it shut behind me. About half way to the Slytherin Common room, I collapsed in an aclove... and cried.

"Hello?" Called a female voice. I held in my sobs, hoping who ever it was would just leave. "Hello?" I sighed and rubbed my face dry quickly. I stood and stepped out of the aclove to see Hermione Granger coming towards me. "Malfoy, are you ok?" She asked, suprisingly gentle.

"I'm fine." I replied harshly.

"Have you... Have you been crying?" She asked haltingly.

"Of course not! Malfoy's don't cry. Now get out of here, Mudblood." I snarled. I watched as her face turned red.

"I was just trying to help, Malfoy!"

"I don't need your help, you bushy haired know-it-all. Now get away from me!"

"You stupid, insuferable prat! You really need to stop being so rude. It's going to get you in major trouble one day, ferrett boy!" She turned on her heel and walked the other direction. I sighed. Granger knew I had been crying... What's to stop her from telling anyone?

"Granger!" I took off running down the hall. I reached her just around the corner.

"What, Malfoy?"

"I...I'm sorry ok?" Granger stared at me like I'd grown another head.

"You're apologizing?" She asked incredulously. I nodded.

"Yes." She looked at me suspiciously.

"What do you want?"

"Someone to talk to. Privatly of course. You want to help? You can listen and keep your mouth shut." I realized I had gotten desperate. Granger seemed to realize this. She considered my offer.

"Come on." She said walking past me. I followed her silently. She led me back to the Room of Reuirement and I watched as she walked back and forth in front of the wall. When a door appeared she pulled it open and beckoned me inside. I entered the room to find a small space with a cream colored couch, a dark wodden coffee table with 2 tea cups and a kettle, in front of a large flaming fireplace. She sat down on the couch and poured 2 cups of tea then motioned me to sit next to her. She took a sip of tea and then said, "Talk."

I took a second to make up a bullshit story then began, "My father is putting a lot of pressure on me to get a fancy desk job at the ministry." I gave a believeable sigh and continued, "I don't want to. That's not what I want at all." Granger glared at me.

"If you're just going to lie to me, then this is a complete waste of my time." She put her tea down on the table and went to get up. Just before she opened the door, I called out.

"Wait!" She paused, her hand on the door. "I apologize. It's hard for me to... open up to people." She sighed and made her way back to the couch.

"I can't help, if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"I'm not telling you specific's, Granger."

"Fine, give me the basic outline." I sighed.

"My father wants me to do something. I don't want to do it. He has this whole outline for my life, and I don't want to do any of it! I hate him." Once I started, it seemed like I couldn't stop. Suddenly I understood the expression 'vomiting words'. "I don't want to be like him. I dispise everything he stands for. But if I disobey him, even in the slightest, he'll kill me. And I'm not talking metaphorically. I mean literally, he'll kill me. My mother tells me to follow my heart all the time. Ignore what my father says. But I know better. He wants me to a bloody Death Eater!" I stood up angrily and began pacing infront of the dying fire. "I don't want that! I don't want to do any of this. I don't care if I die. But Vo... Father, threatened to kill my mother if I disobey." I looked away and stood still, knowing that she knew what I was going to say. I saw her stand out of the corner of my eye. She stepped around the table and came to stand infront of me. She placed a hand on my cheek and turned my face towards her. I closed my eyes at the rare human contact.

"Go to the Order of the Pheonix. They can help you. They can hide you from your father." I snorted a laugh.

"The Order? They'd kill me on sight! My father is a Death Eater, Hermione!" She looked shocked at my use of her first name, I was too.

"Tell them what your mission is. Tell them you don't want to do it." She argued.

"He would find me and kill me. No, worse. He wouldn't bother with me and he would kill my mother. I'm not willing to risk her life!"

"The Order would be able to get into Malfoy Manor and get your mother out. Without your father knowing until she's gone."

"The Order is a bunch of retards." I growled out. Her face turned red.

"If you're not willing to accept my help and advice, Malfoy, then I don't know why I'm trying!" She pushed past me and flew out the door before I could say anything.

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She avoided me after that. And Snape was pestering me about my mission constantly. It wasn't until Slughorn's christmas party did I realize how I felt about her. I had watched her closely. Trying to figure out if she was going to tell Potter and Weasley. But she never did.

During a Hogsmead visit I cursed a Gryffindor named Kaite Bell. No one caught me of course and it wasn't really meant for her, but the necklace never reached it's destination. Nor did the bottle of poisoned mead.

I was on my way back from the Room of Requirement one night when Filch caught me. He dragged me to the nearest teacher which just happened to be Slughorn. Thankfully Snape was there and offered to escort me out. When we got into the hallway he started talking.

"Are you the one that hexed that girl, Draco?"

"Maybe I did hex that Bell girl, maybe I didn't. What's it to you?" He shoved me against the wall.

"I swore to protect you. I made the Unbreakable Vow."

"I don't need protection!" I snarled at him. "I was chosen for this, out of all others, me! And I won't fail him!"

"You're afraid Draco." Snape realized. "You attempt to conceal it but it's obvious. Let me assist you."

"No!" I cried. "I was chosen. This is my moment." I pushed away from him and strode down the hall. Down the hall and around the corner stood Hermione. Her face was pale. She had heard my dicussion with Snape. "How much of that did you hear?" I asked quietly.

"Enough." She said. "What were you chosen for?" She said it slowly, as if dreading the answer. I simply shrugged and started to walk away. She grabbed my robes and pulled me back. "Voldemort gave you a mission didn't he? And you did hex Katie!" I stared at her. "Don't do this Draco." It was the first time she had said my name and it took me aback. "You can be on the good side. All you have to do is try." She shrugged helplessly and walked down the hall, back the way I came.

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I spent weeks after Christmas break trying to fix that bloody cabinet. I finally got a bird to disappear and reappear. After that I moved on to bigger animals. Hermione's words were always in the back of my head. After a while, I quit working on the cabinet all together. It was practically finished anyways.

About 2 months after christmas break I entered the Great Hall. Potter was down the aisle from me talking to Bell. Suddenly, he looked straight at me. I glanced around the hall quickly, caught Hermione's eye, then turned and walked swiftly out all the way to the third floor girls lavatory. I losened my tie and pulled my jumper over my head and tossed it on the floor. I turned the faucet on and glanced in the mirror, breathing hard. Quickly, I splashed some water on my face and then placed my hands on either sink beside me and started crying.

"I know what you did Malfoy." Came Potter's voice. I looked up to the mirror and saw him standing in the doorway. "You hexed her didn't you?" I stared at him for a second before throwing a spell at him. He dodged it and shot one back at me. I took off running down a row of stalls. I stopped at the end and shot a spell at him as he came around the corner. Not stopping to see if it hit him, I swung around the corner and got on my hands and knees on the ground and looked under the stalls. A few seconds later, I saw his head come down on the other side. I shot another spell at him and scrambled to me feet.

I was standing on the other side of the stalls waiting for him to come into sight when he hit me with an unfimiliar spell. It hit me in the chest and flung me backwards. Merlin, it hurt. It felt like I had been slashed with a bunch of knives. I lifted my head to see blood quickly covering my shirt. My head fell back on the floor and I started crying again. I didn't want to do this anymore. I was dimly aware of the fact that Snape was hovering over me, muttering some spell, before I passed out cold.

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The next time I woke up, I was in the hospital wing. It was night so I tried to go back to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, the door to the wing opened. I turned my head and saw Hermione coming into the infimary. She silently came and sat next to me.

"Hey," I said quietly. My thraot was raw and I coughed roughly.

"Are you ok?" She asked. "I heard what happened. Harry didn't know what that spell would do."

"Of course not. Potter's an idiot."

"I suppose that was well deserved." She said calmly. She obviously wasn't too happy with him either.

"I'm done." I whispered. "I don't want to do this anymore."

"Do what?"

"I don't want to be a Death Eater." I felt tears prick my eyes and I squeezed them shut. No way was I going to cry in front of her. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Meet me in the Hog's Head tomorrow. It's a Hogsmeade weekend." I nodded and she stood and left.