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Chapter One

I was scared. Yes, me, scared. It hurt like ruddy hell when it happened, too: the excruciating burning spread like wild fire – all over my body. He gripped my arm so tight it hurt when my blood flow resumed and I ached for days. It was not a pleasant experience. Mother assured me that it didn't burn as much when he'd summon us, but she never said anything about it when he would be angry. It wasn't like I really wanted to get branded, and even the Dark Lord himself was unsure about making a sixteen year old one of his followers. But still, if Father ever found out I hadn't gone through with it (and believe me, even in Azkaban he would have), then I'd be dead before I could say "Quidditch."

And then to make matters worse, I got stuck with a bloody task that, no matter how much I hated the man in which it involved, I wouldn't have dreamed of completing. I had to kill Albus Dumbledore. And not to mention ruddy Potter was eavesdropping on the train to Hogwarts. I still can't believe I'm being forced to go back there. It's rubbish, all of it.

Fuck.

So of course, I'd get stuck in Charms as well. They're all out to get me. Who? Don't ask me. Ask the fricking people who run Hogwarts. Potions isn't as bad this year, though, I'll give them that much. I'm not forced to "get along" with as many Gryffindorks. But even they would be better than bloody Pansy. Let me elaborate. So we were playing Wizard Truth or Dare (pathetic game if you ask me) and Blaise thought it would be funny to dare me to snog bloody Pansy. Of course, I didn't have to do it, but it would have harmed my ego if I didn't. I guess I was a damn good kisser because now she thinks we're together. I would never let that happen, and I mean that because if you would give me a billion galleons if I married her, I wouldn't even do it. Hah. I don't even want your billion galleons because I don't need them. But if I change my mind, I'll steal them, thank you very much. But really, I'd date a Hippogriff in a heart beat if you put on beside Pansy.

So now that you've read my tale of woe, I'm sure you'd like to know where I am right now. Ruddy, fucking Charms with the fricking Hufflepuffs. Bloody wankers. Why don't they all just screw off and take a puff of huffle, what ever it is. Oh now, look, Flitwick's going to talk….

"So I'd like to congratulate all those who have made it to N.E.W.T. level! It's a pleasure to see you all doing your very best in my class." If I'm not mistaken, he was beaming at us. Stupid idiot. This was the subject for all those fairies out there, not me. I suppose you're getting confused as to why I keep referring to myself as "me"? There's a simple answer to that question and it goes like this: I'm not a bloody House Elf and don't speak in third person, going, "Draco Malfoy will now stop referring to himself as 'me.'" Especially, because I won't; I refuse to speak like an inferior being who beats themselves up (though however amusing it is to watch them do so) and wears an ash-covered pillowcase until they can go ballistic over a sock their master might give them.

So I am going to confirm that I am indeed Draco Malfoy.

"Anyway!" Oh yeah! Flitwick had been squeaking – I mean speaking. "There is no time to fool around as you all need to learn today's charm. Now, if you all flip open your text books to page ten, it will explain about today's lesson." I sighed and flipped open my book, but I didn't really read along with the class. Instead, I took to blowing on my quill, making it roll up and down my desk. Amusement potential? Maybe about an hour. In reality, it was really only thirty seconds but this bloody class is so slow!

So I'm going to skip to an interesting part in my day: it was after dinner when I found Blaise and Pansy snogging in a corner by the Great Hall. Now this was amusing! Pansy really doesn't know how to kiss (take it from me, I've been there, done that) and Blaise, over all, seemed as stiff as a board. I decided to have some fun with it.

"Finally! You two are trying to get it up, but still there's the annoying sexual tension between you two!" They stopped and pulled away. This was sad; Pansy's light pink lipstick was spread just above her upper lip and on Blaise's chin. I'm so glad I wasn't him right there.

"Shut up, Draco," Blaise whined, his tanned skin flushed. I smirked as he went on, "like you haven't tried to 'get it up' with half the girls in this school."

"Tried and succeeded," I reminded him. I had shagged about half the population of girls in this school, Ravenclaws and all. Except Pansy and that mudblood Granger. I don't think I'd ever get the smell out of my dorm!

"Shut up," Blaise said again. I shrugged.

"Have it your way then. Just a hint, loosen up and relax. You can move your lips better that way. And Panz, ease up on the lipstick. Guys aren't supposed to wear it." It nodded at the too amateurs and walked off to the Slytherin common room. When I walked in, I got the usual stares from people. Apparently, I hadn't been myself lately and I really can't see how. Still, I never felt like me anymore.

I got to my dorm and flopped on my bed when I heard a pecking at my window. I growled in frustration before getting up and lazily making my way over to where Mother's majestic owl was perched on the window sill, a letter in her beak. "Thanks, Adelicia," I muttered, letting her fly into my dorm and prop herself on my desk. I unfolded the letter and read:

Dear Draco,

I have yet another quest from the Dark Lord. You are to leave Hogwarts in the morning and apparate home. I cannot disclose the information through owl as it is too risky. The Ministry has been keeping tabs on everyone since last year. Do not reply to my letter, nor question my order. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hoping you are well,

Mother.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So! This is my first fanfiction, so obviously I'm not too experienced. But please do trust me that the next chapter will be longer and better-written. Thank you so much for reading and I'll try to update by next weekend.