(Draco)

After the demise of the Dark Lord, I found myself the main topic of the whispered conversations and glares that were deliberately directed towards myself and the very few fellow Slytherins who didn't flee the country. Naturally I knew just what kind of treatment I would receive when I returned to Hogwarts among all the damn worshipers of that bleeding Harry Potter. Still, one could only hope that with no impending doom, nor cleansing of the wizarding world, that the filth walking through the halls could get on with the lives they only dreamed they would live. However, since I was a branded man, the chance of my life ever being lived how I dreamed were about the same as that foul blood traitor Weasley getting his little mudblood that he so obviously craved. The mere thought truly sickened me.

I banished the image as I walked through the doors of the Great hall to the unpopulated Slytherin table to try and choke down a few bits before class. I knew that every student in the room was watching me, but I could feel his stare. I could feel his disgust and hatred burning through me like a wildfire. It infuriated me beyond anything that he could so easily get under my skin! Who was he but a pompous poster boy! When I eventually reached my table I was greeted by the defeated face of Blaise Zabini, it was fairly obvious he shared my enthusiasm for yet another year at this horrendous place.

"If another Hufflepuff asks me about a dark mark I promise will hex every person in a 5 mile radius" Blaise grumbled into his morning tea.

"As if you have one to be ashamed of" I sneered. Honestly, Zabini had no idea how torturous this year was going to be for me.. an actual Death Eater.

Blaise continued to mumble unintelligibly While I went on with buttering a roll. Not before long was I interrupted by a heavy yet hollow feeling that I was being watched. Out of habit I raised my eyes to the Gyrffindor table to, of course, see Potter staring at me through cold narrowed eyes. Had it been anyone else they would have received a nice chill up their weak spine, however being a Malfoy I just returned the glare until Potter looked back at Weasley who continued on with his uneventful story not even noticing that no one was listening. What a completely daft creature.

As quick as I could while still looking dignified, I scarfed down my sad little roll and began to make my way from the bright warm great hall to the cold and slightly damp dungeons for Potions. I never had a problem living in a dark cold area, perhaps it was because I grew up in Malfoy Manor, but the dungeons had an odd, almost home feeling to them. Everyone, to include Snape, was still in the Great Hall so I took my pick of seat. I chose a seat in the back and close to the door, I was in no mood for the heavy stares from the scum who would be in my class. After several minutes to myself, leaning back in my seat, the golden boy and his faithful followers strolled into class.

'baa baa' I thought to myself with a smirk.

It was obvious from the stupid grin on Potters face that he was unaware that I was in the same room as him. Not before long however, Weasley made quite an unattractive snort once his eyes fell on my calm figure a few seats down.

"Just leave it alone Ron, he isn't worth it" Granger insisted.

"That's rich coming from the mudblood you are Granger!" Who was she to call me unworthy?

"Shut your mouth, you bastard! In case your inbred mind can't remember but it was because of us that you were pardoned." Potter snarled with his wand pointed in my direction. I'd never admit it but he looked rather wild with his mess of hair pointing in all directions and his lip curled down to me.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor for language" Snape growled as he walked to his deak, robes bellowing. I was thankful Snape decided to barge in when he did, Potter looked like he was actually going to curse me.

The rest of Potions went on as usual, Granger shoving her hand in the air to answer any question, Potter brewing less than mediocre potions, and of course Weasley trying to get Grangers attention. Why did I even come back to finish school? It wasn't as if I could bag a job even if I passed every N.E.W.T. I failed to notice that the class was dismissed as I contemplated the lack of success my future held.

"A word Draco" Snape demanded before I could reach the door.
"I would think that my own godson might have enough sense not to provoke the savior of the wizarding world, especially when both of his parents aren't around to take care of the mess he will undoubtedly get himself into." He held his hand up as I was about to interrupt his rant with a snide remark. "I made a vow to your mother that I would watch over you, so you will learn to control yourself and finish the school without any trouble. Do you understand me Mr Malfoy." He told me with an authoritative tone.

"Yes SIR." I responded with as much venom as I could muster and turned on my heel to leave before he could lecture me further. As I had more pressing matters in the end of 6th year I didn't pass as many classes as I could have hoped so after Potions I had a free period. Not in the mood for the company of my peers I took to making my way out to the lake for some space. Thankfully the halls were mostly empty while most of the students of Hogwarts were in there class so I managed to make it outside without any problems. It wasn't like I looked for trouble, it just had a way of finding me and before I could walk away, that and my mouth was possessed and already saying something offending. I made my way down the hill towards the lake when I heard hushed voices, being the sneak that got into Slytherin I stopped behind a tree to listen.

"I don't know what wrong with me, Ginny!" Harry yelled "I mean... I can't be... you know"

"Harry, everything is going to be okay, I promise everything will work out." The Weaslette was holding him, obviously trying to reassure him.

What was Potter trying to hide this time?