"One thousand forty one, one thousand forty two, one thousand forty three….." I mutter under my breath as I count the lines of the wooden planks on my vast bedroom ceiling.

I am interrupted by a quick succession of knocks on my door followed by a hushed, "Draco?Are you ready, dear?"

I pushed myself up, flouncing off my bed, and take one last look around my room. Not because I'm going to miss it, to check that I had taken all my stuff. Maybe I'lll be lucky this time and not have to come back,I think waspishly. My eyes scour over the farthest wall from where I am standing, which is my now empty wardrobe and along the next, towering glass doors which lead to my marble balcony. Then I notice the bureau, with one one the drawers sticking out, as if pushed clue in a hurry. My blade! For a moment I am lost in panic. Even though I haven't used it for years, I need it with me. It's my security, the one think I can control. I rush over and rapidly pull it out. The design shouts Slytherin all the way. There are two emerald snakes, one with diamond set eyes, the other with aquamarine. I shove it in the pocket of my jet black robes and stroll the rather prolonged span to my mahogany bedroom door.

When I open it, my mother is waiting there, dressed up proper as ever, even wearing her wedding ring, something she had stopped doing years ago. She only wears it when she leaves the estate which isn't very often.

"Are you ready to go Draco?" she asks, a slight smile gracing her aristocratic features.

I throw my shoulders back, reaching my full height of 5"10. Then I inhale bracingly, plaster on my infamous narrowed eyes and smirk, and jerk my chin up as "yes". I offer her the last smile I will use in a while and feel the warmth of her hug as she leans in and whispers in my ear, " Thank you, Draco. I really needed that. When she pulls back, her eyes are glistening and I can see the tears shining in them.

"You're welcome."

Then I strut down the hall superiorly, following the only person in my life who loves me.

We walk together in comfortable silence; suddenly my father's door opens and a big busted brunette bint walks out wearing figure hugging club clothes clearly from the night before, her hair tousled messily and her face flushed. At least this one has the decency to look ashamed but just like the others she doesn't say anything and runs down the stairs.

Father stands in the doorway, in his boxers only, watching her leave; he doesn't look at me or mum but just turns around and closes the door. We continue on as though nothing happened.

A/N- sooo, how'd you like it? PhenioxGypsy and I decided to co-write a story. It's two points of view...Padma and Draco. I'm Draco, Pheniox is Padma. Please Review!