AN: Here is chapter one! Just to let you all know, Decariel is Draco. Draco remembers all of his life as an angel. Oh, and I just made up Andrew. He might have a bigger part in later chapters, but I'll have to think about it. REVIEW!

Chapter One

Draco Malfoy looked at the train in front of him. It was the beginning of his seventh year, his last year at Hogwarts. He was sort of happy, but sad at the same time. The whistle blew, signaling that it was almost time to leave.

Lucius Malfoy looked at his son and sternly said, "Don't forget. You will be getting your Dark Mark at the end of the year. Be ready." He turned away and Disapparated without another word. Narcissa looked at her son with love.

"I love you, Draco," she said. "Don't forget to write! I'll see you at Christmas break. Goodbye for now, my angel." She gave her son a hug, then watched as he left for the train.

Draco wandered the train for a few minutes before finding his friends, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Blaise, and Andrew. They were all waiting for him.

"Blaise!" cried Draco when he saw his best friend. "Congratulations on getting Head Boy!" Blaise smiled in response. He always was a quiet one. Draco sat down with his friends and began to chat amiably with them. Crabbe and Goyle didn't really join in on the conversation. They just grunted now and then and stuffed their faces with food from the trolley. Pansy kept on smiling at Draco, and he found it quite disturbing.

Finally Pansy leaned over by Draco's ear and whispered, "Hey Dray, I've got something to show you." She licked her lips suggestively. Draco nearly gagged. Pansy Parkinson was flirting with him and practically asking for him to… he'd rather not think about it.

"Pansy," he finally choked out. "I don't particularly want to see, if you get my drift." Pansy's face grew hard. She was definitely pissed. Draco didn't really want to hear her screaming at him, and he quickly left the compartment, muttering an excuse about the bathroom. He just hoped that Pansy didn't follow him.

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Hermione sighed as she watched the scenery fly by. She couldn't believe this was her last year at Hogwarts! Harry and Ron were animatedly talking about Quidditch. Again. She had heard just about enough talk of how the Wasps had beaten the Cannons. Ron was getting very loud, and finally Hermione snapped.

"Ronald Weasley! Can you please shut up!" Harry and Ron stared at her in wonder. Silence rang in their ears. Hermione sighed.

"Look, I'm sorry you guys," she apologized. "It's just that I've already got a headache and Ron was getting angry and also very loud." Her best friends looked at her in concern.

"Do you want to see Madame Pomfrey when we get to Hogwarts?" asked Harry worriedly. Hermione shook her head.

"Nah. I'm sure I'll be fine." With that, the boys proceeded to again talk about Quidditch, but very quietly this time. Hermione stood and muttered an excuse about the bathroom. Leaving the compartment, she breathed in fresh air. Well, as fresh as anything on this train.

She saw Malfoy walking down the hallways towards her and, not wanting a fight right now, she ducked into a compartment. Inside, she saw something very, very disturbing. Hannah Abbot was snogging Justin Finch Fletchley! Before they noticed her, she stepped outside. Again faced with the problem of Malfoy, she looked for another place to hide. It was too late. Malfoy was already here. Bracing herself for ugly insults, Hermione waited.

Nothing happened. Malfoy walked straight past her! Hermione looked after him in disbelief. What in Merlin's name was going on? She just shrugged. Maybe he wasn't feeling well. He certainly did have a disgusted look on his face. Maybe Pansy tried to feel him up. Hermione laughed at the prospect and almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

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Finally the Hogwarts Express arrived at school. Students rushed into the Great Hall, eager for the Welcoming Feast. Two students in particular realized that this would be the last time they would be coming here. Hermione felt tears in her eyes, while Draco merely frowned.

"Hey Draco," said Blaise, snapping him out of his reverie. "Are you okay? You haven't said a whole sentence since Pansy talked to you." Draco shuddered at the memory.

"I'm fine except for the fact that Pansy Parkinson flirted with me," he replied. Blaise nodded sympathetically. He understood since Pansy had done the same thing to him last year. Blaise, having good taste, had promptly told her to get the hell away from him.

Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, only half listening as the Sorting began. Then came the annual Welcoming Speech from Dumbledore. Honestly, was he the only one that saw that the old coot had been off his rocker for years? He proceeded to tune out his Headmaster. Before he knew it, the Feast was over, and everyone was heading to their dormitories. He shrugged and went along with the crowd.

-

Draco tossed and turned in his silky sheets. He couldn't sleep, but if he got up there was definitely no going to sleep tonight. Finally he gave up and got out of bed. He stood and pulled off his shirt. He heaved a sigh of relief as he released his wings. That felt so much better! He longed to fly, but knew he couldn't. Someone was bound to see him. Well, it was also about four in the morning. Draco continued to argue with himself until he finally gave in to temptation. He would fly.

He opened his window as wide as it would go, and cautiously stepped out onto the windowsill. Feeling a slight breeze, he took the chance and jumped, riding the wind. Draco felt joy consume him. It had been so long since he had flown. He enjoyed it immensely. Sure, flying a broomstick was great. It just wasn't the same.

Draco gave up on thinking and flew around the castle a few more times before settling on the ground. He rested there for a while before returning to the skies. He was completely unaware of the chocolate brown eyes from inside the castle watching him in disbelief.