Guardian Angel
A/N Well, the title doesn't leave much to say, but it's about Draco(!!). Anyway, his guardian Angel appears and he has to make a choice. He is given a glimpse of the future and…I've basically told you everything. Well, please still read it!
Draco Malfoy trudged into the dingy dormitory occupied by the Slytherin fifth years. A trail of mud appeared behind him, dripping off his heavy boots. He reached his bed and pulled them off, grimacing as his pale hand came into contact with the murky slime. He ran his hand through his silver-blonde hair with a sigh.
'Damn Quidditch practice,' he muttered, pulling off his robes. He lay face down and buried his head into his pillow. 'Damn Warrington, making us practice all hours of the day.'
He knew why the new captain was so uptight about their practices though. 'Damn Potter,' he muttered, deciding to finish chorus.
'Oh come on, it's not that bad!' he heard a voice from behind him say.
'Yeah right, he's beaten me every time I've played him,' he said bitterly, the words muffled by his pillow.
'He has?' The voice sounded shocked and happy, 'Whoa. I guess congratulations are in order.'
Draco was taken aback. 'Why? Because I lost?' The voice laughed.
'Not for you! For him! Moron.'
'Why are you even in here if you like Potter?' Malfoy asked with a scowl, then he did a double take as he listened to the voice. 'You're a girl!'
The voice giggled, 'Last time I checked!'
Draco sat up with a start, picking his robes up off the floor and covering up his bare chest. He looked around for the owner of the voice and, finding no-one, he pulled back the thick emerald curtains to an empty dormitory.
'Nice boxers,' the girl said, from somewhere behind him. Draco looked startled and put on his robes, pulling them over his sky blue, Quidditch embroidered boxers, a pink tinge appearing on his prominent cheekbones.
'Where the hell are you?' he asked, looking around wildly. He brushed a lock of silvery hair out of his eye in annoyance, and turned back to sit on his bed. When he turned back around he saw a startling sight, and jumped back about a foot. A girl of about sixteen was sitting on his bed, a totally unconcerned look in her glinting green eyes as she examined her nails. Draco took another step backwards.
'What the hell...' he started, his grey eyes wide.
'Am I?' said the girl with a grin. She tucked a lock of deep red hair behind her ear and took a deep breath. 'Well, some may call me a ghost. I could be called an angel, but I've never been angelic enough, I don't think.'
In response to this, Draco's eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted, crumpling into a heap onto the floor. The girl leaned over to look at him.
'Damn,' she said, leaning back onto his bed.
~*~*~
Draco awoke with a stinging face. His vision was blurry for a moment, then a hand came out of nowhere and hit him sharply across the face.
'Owww' he groaned, putting his hand up to feel his tender cheek. His eyes focused as he woke up properly and he saw the girl kneeling next to him.
'Oh, you're awake.' The girl said with a grin, leaning back on her heels.
'You're going to have a nasty bruise there. Wanna go to the nurse?'
Draco shook his head, numbly.
'Sure?'
He found his voice at last.
'Wait, shouldn't you be answering my questions? You just appear in here, out of nowhere and expect me to listen to you! Who are you anyway?'
The girl rolled her eyes. 'Oh for crying out loud! Haven't I already answered this? I am your Guardian Angel!'
'Yeah, and I'm the Captain of the Appleby Arrows! Look, you haven't even done any angel-like things! Except for popping out behind me, and you could have been hiding somewhere. And you haven't even told me your name, don't you have any manners?!'
The girl raised an eyebrow and looked at him reproachfully. 'Touchy, touchy!'
'What time is it?' he muttered, sitting back up.
'Time? Oh, it's late. You should be in bed,'
'Well, I was going to bed when you appeared and started making stupid comments.'
'Well go on then' The girl retorted, 'Go to bed,'
Draco blushed, 'Not with you standing right here!'
The girl grinned. 'OK,' she said, and she disappeared. her disembodied voice echoed around the room, 'Was that Angel-like enough for you?'
Draco staggered back onto his bed in shock.
The girl re-appeared behind him, pushing him back onto his feet. 'No, don't you dare go fainting on me again! It took me ages to wake you up last time!'
Draco felt his tender cheek, he was going to have a huge bruise there. Or at least a big red patch.
'Yeah, thanks for that,' he said, ruefully. Then he did a double take. 'Why the hell am I talking to you! You just disappeared in front of my eyes. You probably aren't real, just a figment of my imagination.'
The girl snorted, 'OK, but I'm not leaving until I've explained some stuff to you. There are rules, you know!'
'No, you're not supposed to say that! When I find out you aren't real, you're supposed to disappear!'
'Says who?'
'TV,' Draco replied, sitting down on his bed. The girl sat opposite him, legs crossed, eyes gleaming.
'I thought Draco Malfoy prided himself on not having anything to do with muggles? Well, how come you've been watching TV, eh?'
Draco blushed again, 'Yeah, well I was bored over the summer,' The girl smirked, and seemed about to say something when Draco interrupted.
'Wait a minute! If you are an Angel, you must be dead, right?'
The girl nodded, and Draco continued, 'So how long have you been dead?'
'Fourteen years,' The girl replied, a faraway look in her eyes. Draco coughed, and she reverted her attention to him.
'Well if you've been dead fourteen years, how do you know Potter? And what's your name?'
The girl grinned. 'I can answer both of those with just one sentence. My name is Lily.'
This obviously didn't have the impact she had expected, as Draco stared at her blankly.
'Oh right, you don't know. Well, my name is Lily Potter.' She said, and Draco's eyes widened. He seemed about to faint again, but she gave him a warning glare.
'You know, for a boy, you do faint an awful lot. It's very unmanly.' she told him lightly, and he narrowed his eyes in response.
'How come you're my Guardian Angel then?' Draco asked sulkily, 'Shouldn't you be out annoying Potter?' He spat out Harry's name as though it tasted bitter, and Lily glanced at him reproachfully.
'Sor-eee,' he muttered, exaggerating the word sarcastically.
'Well we don't get to pick who we help. I was assigned to you. If I got to choose, I definitely wouldn't have chosen a big, whiny cry-baby like you, OK?'
'Now who's touchy?' he asked with a glint in his eye. Lily grinned and hit him playfully on the arm.
'So if you're Potter's mum...' Draco started, but Lily interrupted him.
'Could you not call him that? It really freaks me out, because that's also my name, and James' '
'...OK, Harry's mum...,' Lily nodded.
'...then how come you only look the same age as me?'
'Oh, right,' Lily remembered, 'Well, I was allowed to change what I looked like, because they thought it might be easier for you if I didn't look like...'
'My worst enemy's mother?' Draco suggested.
'Well, basically, yeah.'
'And can anyone else see you, or are you going to make me look like I'm talking to myself?' Draco enquired, barely believing he was actually having this conversation.
'It differs. I can make myself visible to just you or to anyone, or completely invisible. Right now, I'm visible to everyone.'
Draco nodded, relieved that he wouldn't appear too insane to anyone who might wake up.
'This is what I look like when I'm only visible to you.' Lily told him, demonstrating. She suddenly turned sort of translucent, and Draco found with surprise, that although he could still see every detail of her, he could see through her. She held up a hand for him to look through.
'Fascinating isn't it?' she asked with a grin, 'I spent hours just sitting doing that when I first got here.
'How long have you been here?' Draco asked, suspiciously. Lily winced and replied, very quietly.
'Ummm...a few...months.'
'MONTHS!!' Draco yelled, but he was promptly shushed by Lily. Draco held his breath and listened. He heard Goyle grunt, but he simply rolled over and fell back asleep. Draco breathed out heavily in relief.
'Months!?' Draco repeated, more quietly.
Lily shifted uncomfortably. 'Well, we don't have to show ourselves right away. I could have been watching you for years without you knowing. Everyone has a Guardian Angel. Just because you can't see them, doesn't mean they aren't there.'
Draco nodded as he began to understand.
'So how do you become one?'
'Well, every Angel has to complete one Assignment to earn their wings. You're my first. Then they can go back to Heaven. They don't have to, you can do as many assignments as you want. Some stay Guardians forever.'
Draco's head was swimming. He sat back against his viridian pillow and tried to absorb all this new information. Lily grinned.
'Confused?'
Draco looked at her and raised an eyebrow, in a 'well duh!' sort of expression.
'Why are you showing yourself now anyway?' he asked, 'Why never before.'
'We're only supposed to show ourselves when it's necessary. Like if you're about to die.'
She saw Draco's eyes widen with shock, and he opened his mouth in horror.
'No you're not about to die,' she reassured him, and he sat back in relief. 'But sometimes, a person has a choice in life, even if they don't realise it. Their Guardian Angel helps them make the choice, so they can grow up and be happier than they would have been. You see, Angels can tell you the future. What would happen in my life if I did this, or would I be happier if I did this. But only under special circumstances, so don't come running to me with your divination homework, OK?'
Draco nodded silently, and they were quiet for a moment. Then Draco remembered something.
'What's my choice,' he said softly, sure he already knew the answer. To be or not to be...a deatheater, that is.
'You're right,' Lily told him gently, 'It is about whether you'll become a deatheater.'
Draco was shocked. 'So you can read minds as well. Well, that's just bloody brilliant isn't it? I've just been sitting here thinking how hot you'd be if you weren't Potter's mum, or if you weren't about thirty, or if you weren't, well, dead, and you've probably been sitting there laughing at me! You could have had the decency to tell me! But no, you just...'
'Draco.' Lily said in a warning voice, but her eyes were twinkling. Draco ignored her and carried on.
'Sit there, reading my mind like some kind of...'
'DRACO!' Lily barked, 'SHUT UP!'
He did, shifting on the bed and crossing his arms with a scowl.
'I can't read minds.' Lily told him, enjoying the look of shock on his face. 'I've been watching you for the last couple of months, remember? That's how I know you're upset about this deatheater stuff.' She paused a moment, and a grin stretched across her face. 'But thanks for the compliment!'
Draco scowled further, narrowing his eyes at her.
'Oh don't be so grumpy. Anyway, your choice. It's not just about the deatheater stuff, that would be too easy,'
'Too *easy*?' Draco muttered to himself.
'No, life is never that simple. Anyway, if you want it put simply, you can be nice or not.'
She paused a moment, and reached into the pockets of her Hogwarts robes.
'Why are you wearing them anyway? I would have thought that if you had to spend eternity in something, you wouldn't have chosen school robes.' Draco said snidely.
'Well this is in case someone sees me. You know, they'll just think I'm red-head girl from Slytherin,' she told him, motioning towards the silver logo on her robes. 'As long as no-one I know sees me. That just means I have to be invisible when Dumbledore or McG are around.'
'McG?' Draco asked, confused.
'McGonagoll,' Lily told him. 'Anyway, it's a lot less conspicuous than wings and a halo, right?'
Draco nodded. 'So if you are only visible to me, then no-one else can see you right?'
'Well yeah, that's what it means, isn't it?' Lily told him, rolling her eyes. She stopped abruptly and thought a moment. 'Wait. I think I'm remembering something. Yeah, that's a memory. Yes, that's it. Someone told me, if a human discovers me, I can't hide from them. So don't let anyone figure out who I am, or even see me.'
'So, what were we talking about again?' Draco asked, his eyelids drooping.
'Don't you dare fall asleep on me!' Lily exclaimed, pinching his thin arm. He sat back up with a start.
'Anyway, this is what I was looking for.' she said, pulling out a small white globe.
'A Crystal Ball?' Draco asked, disdainfully, remembering his experiences with Professor Trelawney.
'It isn't a Crystal Ball you idiot!' Lily said, 'But it does act a bit like one. Anyway, you just have to look into it and it shows you what your life will be like if you continue on your chosen path,'
'Whoa. Big words for such a small person,' Draco smirked, 'You were quoting the handbook weren't you?'
Lily looked sheepish. 'Well, not the handbook. Just the person who taught me about it. And what do you mean small person? I have a good foot on you!'
Draco didn't argue, he knew he was short. He was so short he was sometimes overshadowed by second years. But it wasn't his fault. He had been seriously ill as a young child and had been infected again several times over the years. He had almost died every time, and the illness had affected his growth. He was incredibly thin too, last time he had been to a doctor, they had asked if he was anorexic. His paleness was partly due to that as well, though it was also because of his 'Malfoy genes.' His thoughts were interrupted when a finger came out of nowhere and poked him on the forehead, knocking his head backwards.
'Hey!' he exclaimed, 'Haven't you injured me enough yet?'
Lily smirked, 'Well you had kind of zoned out and I'm bored. We have to get this over with.'
She held out the globe. 'Now, this is your future if you choose not to change...'
Curious, but very wary Draco leaned forwards. The swirling mist had turned a dark inky black, and he could see a fuzzy picture forming inside it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know his future, but he would have to know if he was going to choose. He squinted, trying to make out the picture in the globe.
Suddenly, the globe flashed a brilliant white and a whirlpool of colour erupted from it, rainbow twinkles showering over Draco. He jerked backwards, staring wide-eyed at Lily in panic.
'Holy Crap!' she exclaimed, reaching out to Draco, intending to pull him out of the whirlpool of light. Her hand reached his shoulder...and went right through.
'Uh-oh.' she said, stepping back and looking at his wide eyes in horror, 'Either something went wrong or you're dead.'
Draco tried to speak but no words came out. He looked at her, panic stricken.
The light carried him off the bed gently, the light spinning around him so fast he felt dizzy. Then, all of a sudden, the light disappeared back into the globe, taking Draco with it.
'Hmmm,' Lily said, 'That wasn't supposed to happen.'
Ooooh….cliffhanger. Tell me, do you want more of this? If you do, please review and I'll write a few more chapters! ^-^ If you don't Draco may stay trapped in my crystal ball forever! Bwahahahaha!!! *Ahem* Anyway, I also need a new title for this. 'Guardian Angel' isn't exactly inspired. But I've used up all of my creativeness churning out two fics today (and they're both about Draco! *dreamy sigh*) so please, please *PLEASE* will someone give me a title! I'm open to all suggestions, you can leave them in a review!
~Snidget