A/N –roasts a marshmallow over the last flame I got for this story- mmmmmmm gooey anyways yea I don't care if you like the story or not, I really hope you do because im really putting a lot of work into it but if you don't then that's your opinion and its fine with me but please, in your review instead of just saying "this is the most horrible thing ive ever read" why not instead say why you didn't like it? Anyway, I love to hear from you guys so keep the reviews a'comin! I love you guys and even though I know you are all hanging on every word I say here's the real reason you pushed the button to change chapters, chapter two:

Draco was still sitting on his floor, no longer crying but now just sitting, still holding his knees to his chest with his tilted back so the back of his head was against the wall and his face was pointed straight up with closed eyes and breathing heavily in an attempt to calm himself down. He knew he had to get out of Hogwarts, get to a place where he could think. He couldn't let anyone know about his little episode so he performed a number of quick charms to repair his room and forced himself to put on a pair of new robes that were still in one piece and went into the bathroom to put cold water on his face. Once he was satisfied that he had cooled the redness from his face sufficiently he ventured out of the room and to the only place he knew that he could go right now.

As he walked down the hall way one thing kept coming to his mind. That day in Malfoy Manor when his father first revealed to him the secret of what he truly was.

It had been a normal November evening, crisp and fresh with the promise of winter in the air. Eight year old Draco Malfoy had been outside flying around on his broom stick and tossing a few snitches around since around noon and was now ready for dinner.

He came inside the house with shiny red, cold-kissed cheeks and shining eyes that held all the innocence of youth. His nanny came running up to him with her usual worrisome self scolding him for being out too long and not dressing properly. The woman was a bottomless pit of comments and complaints that might have annoyed many people but Draco loved her and simply smiled at her ranting.

She saw him looking at her with that adorable smile and sighed knowing that she couldn't stay angry at such an adorable little child.

"Do you want some hot coco sweetie?" She asked kindly.

"Yes!" Draco said excitedly almost jumping up and down with excitement at the promise of his favorite muggle treat.

"Come along then, I'll show you how to make it so you can know how to when…" she cut off suddenly and just looked at the unsuspecting child with sad eyes before extending her hand to him and saying, "well so you'll know how to make it."

Draco didn't suspect anything in the world to be wrong at that moment. This was turning out to be a wonderful day so he took his nanny's hand and followed her into the kitchen where she busied herself with explaining the complications of making the ideal cup of hot cocoa.

"Then you add just a teaspoon of honey and mix it in so you'll always stay just as sweet as you are now and there you…." But she was suddenly cut of when the master of the household came barging through the doors to the kitchen.

He looked down his nose at the woman who had been so kind to his son Draco's entire life.

Then in an icy, toneless voice said, "Thank you for your services Josephine, you have been most useful, you are dismissed now. Draco, come to my study in precisely 10 minutes. Good day," then turned and left.

Josephine turned away from Draco and covered her mouth with her hands and closed her eyes with a pained expression on her face. Draco looked from her to where his father had been standing just under a minute ago and jumped off the chair and tugged on Josephine's dress.

"Nanny? Nanny what's wrong?"

With a too-cheerful look on her face she turned to Draco and said, "Nothing sweet heart, nothing at all. Listen Draco, I might not see you for a very long time, so I want to tell you something. You might not understand it now but please Draco, please promise me you will remember it later. Promise?"

"I promise nanny," Draco responded obediently, "what is it?" He asked eagerly, he loved secrets.

"Draco, your entire life I tried to make you happy because I want you to have some warm memories to wrap yourself in when the world turns cold and heartless and now I want to tell you something. Draco, do you know why we light candles? Because darkness can never remain in the same place as light, even the smallest candle can push back darkness. And that is what I want you to remember Draco, that no matter how outstanding the circumstances are, no matter how few options are left available to you, I always want you to remember, that darkness always runs from light."

With that she pulled Draco into the tightest hug she had ever given him then released him suddenly and ran out of the kitchen and in the direction of her room.

Draco smirked to himself, he remembered his nanny well. She was a good woman and he remembered how completely shattered he had been at her funeral. But he always remembered those last things she had said to him, and he knew how happy she would be if she had known exactly how many warm memories she had given him for him to wrap himself in every night when he was laying in his four poster bed, surrounded by the most comfortable and warm bedding known to wizards and still felt so cold. Among all of the memories he was summoning up of the kind woman the memory of that day continued to play in his head, unbidden and unwelcome.

Draco had been confused by his nanny's strange behavior but thought nothing of it and instead made his way down the marble floors and past pictures of all the past generations of Malfoys until he reached his father's study.

He stood outside the doorway to the study and knocked cautiously.

Almost instantly his father opened the door and forcefully dragged Draco inside by the arm.

"What took you so long you little fool? Did I not say I wanted you in here immediately?"

"I thought you said ten minutes daddy," Draco said.

"YOU DARE TO ARGUE WITH ME? HOW DARE YOU FIRST UNDERMINE MY AUTHORITY AND THEN STILL HAVE THE NERVE TO ADDRESS ME AS DADDY?" He said the last word mockingly, making fun of the young boy in front of him. Draco had forgotten himself for a moment because he knew he was only to refer to his father as "sir," he was now fearing the punishment. He now drew back from his father and flinched a little, bracing himself for the blow that was sure to come.

His father, surprisingly, seemed to calm down though, "Forget I said that son, I called you in for an important reason and I'll get to that now."

Draco relaxed, he didn't expect his father to apologize because he never did, but he was happy that his dad was able to at least able to get past the urge to throw Draco into a wall.

"Come here son," Draco's father ordered and Draco obediently, but cautiously, went forward. Lucius picked Draco up by the under arms and lifted him onto his knee.

"You are special Draco. Let me just say this. You are special because your entire life, your sole existence, was planned out before you were even a twinkle in your mother's eyes. There is a man Draco, a very great man, a man who will one day have the wizard and muggle world alike under his control. His name is Voldemort, and we are on his team."

Draco was staring at his father in wonder of everything he was telling him. How could one man possibly accomplish all of this? He must be a really great man. Draco's eight year old mind could not yet comprehend that the only way and idea like this could be brought to life was through rivers of blood, he couldn't yet understand how many people in the above mentioned worlds would have to die for this "great man" to accomplish his little end game. But it didn't matter. Draco was enthralled in his father's tale.

"And you are a very special member of the team Draco. You see before you were born, many wizards put many different charms and spells on you. Spells that will make you the most powerful wizard alive, spells that will give you the power to split the earth in two by the power of your will if you choose!"

"But I can't even work a wand yet," Draco said confused, he was sure his father was over-exaggerating, but sadly, he was not.

Lucius allowed himself a smile at this, "Well of course you can't do it yet Draco, you see these powers are laying dormant in you for now, until you have the proper training, they will be activated once you get a picture drawn on the inside of your arm. It's a picture to show your loyalty to the dark lord. When you receive this mark you will be able to use all those powers to help the dark lord accomplish his goals easier, do you understand what you must do my special special boy?"

Draco was thrilled to know how powerful he would be, he was even more thrilled to see the look his father was giving him now, that look of pride and joy, a look he had never before seen.

At that moment Draco promised himself that he would do whatever was necessary to keep that look on his father's face whenever he saw Draco.

Draco sighed at the delusion he had had as a child that his father could ever care about anything more than himself. He wondered briefly what his father would do if the muggle world ever was conquered. Lucius had been in the business for so long that Draco wasn't sure what he would do with himself once it was over.

He looked around himself and marveled at how far he had walked. He was now in a part of the forbidden forest that wasn't quite as threatening as the rest. In fact it was quite peaceful. All around him leaves were surrendering to the lull of autumn and abandoning their trees for a position on the ground.

Draco walked to a tree and took three paces north from it until he felt the ground harden considerably under his feet. He moved the leaves aside to reveal a wooden trap door with a brass handle in the shape of a circle on the edge of it. He grasped the knob and pulled up to open the door and reveal a stair case that led downwards into darkness. He began to descend the stairs and about four steps down he lowered the door and closed himself in. He scaled the rest of the way down and turned to face a tunnel…..with a light at the end.

Draco smiled to himself, "I knew you'd be here," he thought quietly. The one person he had been dieing to see all day since he first got the news that he was about to be used as a play thing for the dark lord. He started walking but soon found himself sprinting.

He came to the end of the tunnel and saw that person sitting on the couch they had transfigured from a rock, legs crossed, reading the paper.

"I thought I would go insane if I didn't see you soon," Draco said as he leaned against the wall and watched as his love put down the newspaper and looked into his eyes.

"You had me worried, is everything ok?" came the response.

"Far from it darling, very very very far from it, Draco said as he put his hand to his eyes and started to massage them with his pointer finger and thumb in an attempt to vanquish the headache he hadn't even realized he had until now.

"Well you are going to have to tell me eventually, but somehow I don't think now is a good time," said the love of Draco's life as they came up and put their arms around Draco's waist and held him close.

"You know me too well," Draco said with a smirk.

"I know. We really should spend some time apart."

"Don't even think about it," Draco said as he gently closed the space between his lips and his love's.

"So what was going on when you knocked me over in the hall today? That hurt you know."

"I'm sorry, but what I said was true, you really should watch were you're bloody going Potter."

Harry smiled at that, "Well what can I say? I just can't help bumping into you; it's the only time I can get within 5 feet of you in public you know."

"I know, but how do you think people would react to this?"

"I'm starting to get tiered of thinking about what people think."

"I know, but I think we won't have to keep this secret for much longer love. In fact in a very short while I don't think something as little as this will matter to anyone at all," Draco said looking away from the emerald eyes that always could see right through him.

Harry tilted his head to the side in a confused puppy dog look and Draco smirked, "Come on, I have a story to tell you….."