Draco tried the usual task of getting his homework done before the summer

holidays were over, but with much effort he had put into it, none of it was to any use. His

mind kept drifting. Drifting towards a fantasy world he had created in his head. His father always told him that dreaming, which was what he did, is for those who can't do, and those who can't do, "Aren't worthy". Draco replaced his reading glasses with a tired hand, and rubbed his eyelids until his room was back into focus. It was the most beautiful room you could imagine. The thing with Draco was that he liked to keep things clean. His walls of velvet green hovered around him with classic furniture including couch, dressers, chairs and desk, with a king size four-poster in his room also, covered in black satin draping. He never liked the dark and mysterious ways the Hogwarts dungeons were, so he tried to keep his room the opposite. Although the dark and dingy look was not his sort of thing, it suited his character well, and he stuck with it. Draco absentmindedly dozed off again when suddenly got sense knocked back into him at the sound of his mother's booming voice.

"Draco!" she called from the other side of the oak door. "Are you awake already? It's eight in the morning. Surely you would want some rest?"

"No mother," he quickly huffed, "I'm alright. I've just been…studying."

But in reality, he hadn't got much done. He had just been thinking.

"Okay dear, but if you're willing to come down for breakfast, the house elves will be more then happy to whip something up for you. Would you like that?"

"Sure."

"Then it's settled. I'll be in the Parlor if you need anything."

Draco listened to his mother's footsteps steady down the hall until all he could here was a constant ringing in his ears. Draco jumped off his bed with great ease and tiptoed on the cold marble floor. Closing his bedroom door behind him, he glided down the hall until he got to the grand staircase, which led him into the Foyer. Making a left he made his way to a seat in the kitchens where, there waiting for him, was a plate of sausage, eggs, and hash brown, with a glass of pumpkin juice beside it. Quickly finishing up his breakfast he decide some fresh air would clear his head for a while when his mother came in from upstairs. Seeing Draco she gave him warm hugged that only a mother could give, and asked him if he was studying for his test today.

"What test?" he asked. His mother gave him a deadly look.

"Draco? Don't tell me you didn't study?" Draco gave her a quizzical look, and then answered brightly, "Okay. Then I won't."

"Draco! You know how important this is for your father. It is also a benefit for you, to learn how to apparate that is. And it is you first step in becoming a… well you know… a, Death Eater." Narcissa finally whispered it as if she was irking a spot of darkness he just didn't want to get into. 'Death Eater' this and 'Death Eater' that was all his father talked about these days. And the fact that he wanted Draco to become one as well was not helping the continuous avoidance of the matter. Draco didn't want to become a Death Eater. To throw his life away over some senseless killings was not how he pictured his future. No. He wanted to become an Auror, or a quidditch player, or even take Professor Snape's job of potion mastering at Hogwarts; But never one of 'them'.

"Mother?" he asked politely, "You do know that Death Eaters are just throwing their lives away for a few muggle killings don't you? And besides I hate them just as much as they do, but come on, why kill them?" Of course he wasn't all truthful. He wanted to ask so many other questions. He didn't even know why he himself hated them. It was just the way he was brought up. "I know sweetie, I know. But this will make your father so happy."

"You have got to be kidding me," Draco shot back, a smirk placing itself upon his face as he backed away from the kitchen table towards the windows.

"Since when has anything I've done made father happy?"

Narcissa fumed. "Draco, you are going to take that test, and that's final!" she snapped, charging out of the kitchen.