I posted this story a while ago, actually to be exact almost a year ago. I deleted it off here when I started working on another story, but recently I found the patience to write this challenging story.

I hope you like it and it's my first every Harry Potter Fanfiction and my first Dramione, mygod! *_*

Basic summary; So it's seventh year. Harry, Ron and Hermione stay at school instead of finding Voldemorts souls all over the world.

Draco tried to kill Dumbledore but failed miserably and Snape couldn't kill him either.

Basically, it's what it would be like if Dumbledore was still alive, Draco with a new task at hand- one that he cannot fail and of course, the Golden Trio saving the day.

I hope you all like this prologue and want more, I'm not really sure how much sense this all makes but enjoy either way!

**RATED MATURE BC LANGUAGE, SEXUAL THEMES AND WHATEVER ELSE IS CONSIDERED MATURE**

Kisses, xoxoo

- Camille Rose

Disclaimer; I am not J.k Rowling so I do not own any characters whatsoever. I do own the plot but that's about it. lmaoo

TRUSTING BAD; PROLOGUE

Draco awoke with a strong jolt, he felt himself making sure this was real. As he sat himself up he realized he was drenched in sweat. He had the dream again, and it seemed to be constant, although he wished it was a dream but the sad truth was that his dreams were based on his reality.

Draco was trembling, his hands wouldn't stop shaking but he knew he needed to calm down; he needed to relax, for what he just dreamt was in the past and he knew there was no way in Hell he could change it.

He stretched, quickly getting out of bed his eyes glaring at the calendar. Draco knew exactly what day it was, and with all these mixed emotions he didn't know what to feel nor do. A wave of nausea fell over him as his legs gave out, causing him to collapse of the floor.

He couldn't do it anymore, his own past was eating him alive and in a few short hours Draco would board the train to Hogwarts for his last year, and to make matters worse they wanted him as Head Boy. Draco knew he couldn't do it, he refused to go because of last year. He was a threat to Hogwarts and with all the trouble he had caused it was a mystery why they would ever accept him back.

As he took a deep breath, he picked himself up, his legs guiding him towards the mirror. The reflection that stared back was someone Draco did not recognize.

Yes, he still had his beauty, for his pale blonde hair was tousled and his cold grey eyes seemed darker, and the circles underneath made him look like he hadn't slept in weeks. His pale complexion looked paler, and it seemed to glisten as the sun shone through the open window. Right then and there Draco smiled showing his perfect teeth. It had been his first real smile in months and it felt good.

"You're a gem Draco, you really are." said the voice that had always calmed Draco down.

He turned around to see his mother standing in the doorway. Draco nodded, "Thank you mum."

Narcissa walked over and bushed a small hand through Draco's hair, "Darling you're worrying again. I don't want you worrying, I have it all under control."

Draco smirked as he pushed himself away from his mother, "I can't go back there. Must you send me? Look at everything I've done, I let Death Eaters into Hogwarts, almost killed my Headmaster-"

"But you didn't-"

"That's the problem, I didn't kill him. No one did, the old man is still alive and Voldemort is going to kill me."

Draco glanced up, his mother was watching him with the most cautious look on her face, "Mother, I ruined our family name- Malfoy's are cowards, we're weak, pathetic. I thought being a Death Eater would be fun, but it's not. I can't take it anymore, I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't do anything without a constant fear that Voldemort is going to kill me."

Narcissa stood there speechless, everything her son was saying was true, yet she hoped he didn't know.

"Draco, everything will be fine, I promise. Everyone is giving you another chance, Dumbledore is asking if you'll attend this year, he even wants you to be Head Boy. While Voldemort has given some thought, he asks that you try another mission."

Draco chuckled to himself, his face filling with anger, "Nothing will get better, people at that damn school want me dead, I wouldn't be surprised if my own friends turned me in, and Voldemort is going to kill us all eventually even if I do complete this task. There is no point anymore so stop telling everyone bullshit stories about how our lives will change."

He felt his hands clench, his own mother even lied to him about everything. He knew it all, knew what was going to happen, knew who he had to hurt. Dumbledore was going mad for allowing him to return for the semester, especially with a new mission.

"That's enough Draco. I want you packed and ready to board the train in an hour." Narcissa got up slowly, her eyes filled with tears. She understood his pain, his fear but it wasn't her choice anymore, his life was in Voldemort's hands.

"I don't fucking need this. I don't." Draco screamed, his voice cracking.

He just didn't understand anymore. A year ago, he was bragging to his friends that the Dark Lord had chosen him to do the task. The task that seemed to easy, yet he couldn't complete.

Glancing around the room for the only happiness he had, he scanned every thing until he linked eyes with a small photo album. Picking it up carefully, he looked over the picture. His father held him high over his shoulders, a real smile on his fathers face. His mother stood there, unimpressed but you could still see the smile she had, it was beautiful.

Everyone seemed so happy, so young, less worried. Placing the picture on the ground, he sat down his hands shaking.

When it changed, everything was over. Happiness was gone, for Dementors had took it away. it was replaced with madness, insanity that no one could handle, his father had been locked up after his fifth year and that's when he lost it.

Voldemort needed someone new, someone powerless, someone exactly like Draco.

He needed someone to talk to, but no one would listen. His mom would panic and begin to stutter once he spoke of his father, and all his friends thought he was a hero; yes he failed, but in their eyes, he was the most heroic person they'd ever known.

His girlfriend wasn't really much for talking, just public affection and sex when he was bothered.

Rolling his eyes and pushing the thoughts out of his head, he began packing for his last year.

It might be Hell, but he knew that somewhere between being Head Boy and surviving the final task from Voldemort, everything would be alright because he would be safe.

Hope you liked it and please inform me if I should continue, I have a really good plot going on so yeahh!