Well here's chapter number two. Gah, you all do not understand how excited I am about this story, it just flows so nicely out of my head and onto you were wondering, I got the name of this story from the song How's It Going To Be by Third Eye Blind. It's a great song, if you haven't heard it you should go take a and by the way if you couldn't tell, I'm not J.K.R, I'm just taking her characters on a little road trip. Enjoy.

Draco hated day like these more than anything. All of his things were packed up but he still had a good two hours before he had to be on the train. But the waiting around part wasn't why he hated it; he hated it because when he's given time to just sit around and think, he mind begins to wander to places that are so far away that it can almost be considered as some kind of dream.

As Draco laid across his bed, he couldn't help but let his mind wander back in time, back to the happiest time in his life.

Draco could remember it like it was yesterday. For up to four years at that point, the Ministry of Magic had been really persistent in trying to round up all of the Death Eaters after Voldemorts disappearance.

So to keep them safe Draco's father had been moving them around every few months. Lucius had been placing them in muggle neighborhoods, changing their appearances slightly, and changing their names with the simple instructions of living the life of an everyday muggle. Of course he would never stay with them because the ministry was really only interested in capturing him, but he just wanted to make sure his family was safe.

The routine was always the same; they would get to a house, and immediately enroll Draco into a nearby muggle school while Narcissa stayed at home. They changed his hair color to brunette and changed his name to Dylan. Now Draco and his mother would live this quite little life until they would receive and owl from Lucius that had a new address on it. With that, they would pick everything up and move instantly.

At that time in his life, Draco never really had anything against muggles; they just generally stayed away from him. Maybe on some subconscious level, they knew that he was different than the rest of them. And even if they had known what he was, they probably would have thought he was some kind of freak or something.

That was until one time when he was about five years old. Like usual, he and his mother moved into a new city. On his first day of school, the teacher set him next to a girl who immediately introduced herself the moment he sat down. It was the first time another student had ever confronted him so he immediately introduced himself to her.

Over the next few weeks him and Kate became the best of friends. Eventually Draco was able to convince his mother to let her come over to their house to play. Narcissa was overjoyed that Draco had been able to find a friend, but she knew that they would eventually get owl from Lucius forcing them to pick up everything and disappear.

Surprisingly enough, a year had gone by and they still hadn't heard from Lucius.

One night, Draco came up to his mother and asked her if she could help him with something. When she willingly agreed, Draco told her that he wanted to marry the girl he had befriended.

Narcissa couldn't help but giggle at his request, by she could see how much Draco loved this girl, it radiated off him every second of the day. After thinking it over for a minute, she finally agreed. She thought it was a cute idea.

That night she used her wand to make a little silver ring. After it was made she engraved both of their names on the inside, and with a final touch she put a sizing charm on it so that the ring would still fit her finger as she grew up.

Sadly Narcissa knew that they wouldn't be able to stay around long enough for that to happen. She had a bad feeling they wouldn't be around much longer at all.

The next day while Draco was at school, Narcissa was sitting in the living room reading a book when she suddenly heard a loud tapping coming from the kitchen. With a sigh, she got up to examine the source of this noise, stepping into the kitchen she gasped and dropped her now forgotten book on the floor.

Hovering outside their kitchen window was an owl with a letter in its beak. Running across the room and flinging open the window Narcissa could believe this was happening.

The owl swiftly flew in, dropped the letter at her feet, and then left. She couldn't help but look down at the letter like it was carrying the black plague; she didn't want to touch it because as soon as she opened it, their fate would be sealed. She knew that by the time morning came, they would be gone, and Draco would be heartbroken.

After opening the letter and confirming her suspicion, Narcissa spent the rest of the day slowly packing their belongings. She knew that as soon as Draco came home that evening, they would be leaving forever.

As Draco walked home that evening, he couldn't help but feel like the happiest six year old in the world. Little did he knew that his high would soon come crashing back down to earth.

As soon as Draco opened the door "Mom, I'm home. You'll never guess wha….." He froze as the door slammed behind him.

When Draco saw the empty house before him, he went into a state of shock. He knew what it meant, but he didn't want to believe it. Why now? He wasn't ready to leave yet.

When Narcissa heard her son stop mid sentence, she knew that he knew what was happening.

As Narcissa got up from her seat and went into the entrance way to the house, she saw her son standing there speechless, with tears running down his face; she could feel her own heart shatter.

Narcissa quickly went over to her son and kneeled on the ground and hugged him. For a brief minute, she cried with her son, but she knew they had to leave. Carefully she picked up her son, surprisingly he went without a fight, and she apperated them to their new home. Once they touched down and his mother set him on the ground, Draco slowly walked to his room and silently cried himself to sleep.

Now as Draco sat in the middle of his bed eleven years later, he realized that night was the last time he had cried.

Every time they moved after that, he kept to himself more than he had before. Even if another student had even tried to talk to him, he would just ignore them.

His mother was the only other person in his life who knew how much that one girl had meant to him. His mother was the only person who saw how much leaving her truly affected him. Since then, he NEVER let himself become that emotionally attached to anyone again, because he would never knew if or when they would be violently ripped out of his life.

A few years ago, Draco realized that it wasn't just his father's influences that lead him to hate muggles as much as he did. He couldn't help but partially blame Kate. As he got older he started to have a love/hate relationship with her memory. He hated her for making him love him as much as he did, but he still missed her.

Sighing to himself, Draco dismissed the whole thought process from his head and instead went on to think about the year ahead of him.

He couldn't be more thankful for the fact that he was going to be head boy. He really was starting to get sick of having to deal with thick headedness of his fellow Slytherin's. He was just ecstatic that he only had to share his living quarters with one other person.

Draco had no doubt in his mind that his counterpart would be no other that mudblood Granger. They did call her the brightest witch of her age. But even with this realization, he found that he couldn't be too upset with the living arrangements. This only meant that he would have free range to bug the shit out of her every chance he got. This thought plastered a smirk on his face.

Looking over at the clock, Draco realized that he had just spent the last hour and a half thinking about Kate and Granger. What a waste of time.

Discouraged, Draco got up and started to put on his shoes. When he finished, he realized that his school trunk had disappeared, he figured one of the house elves must have come in at one point during his day dream and taken his belongings down stairs. Swiftly getting up from his bed and without taking a second look back, he left his room and was on his way to his final year at Hogwarts.

Well I hope you liked it. I wonder what will happen next, who will figure it out first? Tell me what you think, it always helps.

Thanks again,

3Dani