So far I've been asked to write chapters for Draco, Hermione, Harry and Luna.
I've decided to write Draco first!

This chapter is for BlakeLovesPeace103, this is your request and I hope you like it. :D

'Bloody hell!'

'What?'

'Guess who I got today?'

'Oh Merlin Ron, is it your Mum?'

'Worse!'

'Who?'

'Draco bloody Malfoy.'

'Oh, that's not that bad.'

'Draco Malfoy, I repeat Draco Malfoy.'

'I'm sure he'll be nice, he's dead.'

'He's a Malfoy; he can't do "nice", he just does "Death Eater".'

'Stop being so paranoid Draco, there's no one here. Just you, just you and old Twinkle,' Draco whispered to himself; he thought he'd heard someone moving around downstairs and had gone to investigate. It was probably just his old, near-blind cat Twinkle; he'd probably just walked into something and made a noise.

It was nothing.

No one was after him.

Not anymore.

He was fine now.

Suddenly Draco felt a very cold breeze and turned around, but there was no one there. Draco tutted and began to walk towards his warm bed upstairs but there was now a black figure standing in his path.

'Shit,' he whispered; someone had come to kill him. He got out his wand and aimed it.

'Name?' The figure laughed and raised his arms to his head, throwing down what seemed like a hood. 'I said name,' Draco held his position, he'd been in tougher and tighter places before and one man in a cloak wasn't going to stop him.

The figure still laughed and stepped a pace forward.

'Move any further and I'll shoot,' it wasn't a hollow threat; Draco fired but the red curse had no effect. The figure just laughed again.

The figure stepped into the slim patch of dim moonlight in the kitchen.

The man's face – or maybe it was a boy's face – had a smirk on and looked familiar.

'Weasley?'

'Hello there Malfoy.'

'You're dead?'

'Yeah and so are you,' Ron smiled widely, enjoying the knowledge he had over Draco.

'No, I'm not, you idiot,' Draco knew he should be scared and hiding but he'd been taught to never show his true feelings; he had to act tough and terrifying.

'Check your back,' Ron smiled widely, Draco reluctantly behind his back.

His hand froze when he felt a sharp, long shape; a dagger. He swallowed hard.

He was dead.

'You can't pull it out,' Ron had now stared to open up cupboards, looking for food; you don't change when you're dead. He tutted when he found nothing to his liking and sat down on a posh looking kitchen chair. 'Right... Malfoy, Draco Malfoy,' a clipboard appeared and Ron began casually flicking through.

Draco shook and began breathing quicker and quicker; he shouldn't be dead. He didn't deserve this.

'Why? Why?'

'Bloody hell! Why?' Ron shook his head. 'Really? Really?'

'Why? Why?' Draco repeated the same "why?" over and over and over again, he began pacing, it just wasn't right. He'd wake up and it would all be a dream.

'It's not a dream, you're dead. Deal with it,' Ron looked his straight in the eyes and didn't feel any guilt as he saw tears in Draco's grey eyes. 'You've got one choice and that's to become a grim. You tell people they're dead, that's it really. Right, let's go,' Ron stood up and turned, waiting to see a door appear, so that they could go Home. And so that Ron could get some food.

But there was no door.

'Bloody hell!' Even if Draco was becoming a grim, he had to accept that he was dead and get some sort of closure. They couldn't leave any other way. 'What's wrong?' He turned; his tone not happy or patient.

'I shouldn't be dead.'

'Well, obviously you should.'

'Who killed me?' Ron flicked again.

'A Mr. Lawler, why I don't know so don't ask. I don't know what will happen to any loved ones, I haven't got any information for you. The faster you deal with it, the faster I can eat.' Yet Ron was curious, everyone had people they wanted to know about but here there were no names or information to give and there was no information on why he'd be murdered or what would happen to his killer. Normally, the dead would want to know what would happen – would their killer be caught? Would they have any vengeance?

'Oh wait, a name is appearing,' Ron thanked Merlin; this would be the information Malfoy wanted and they could leave... and eat. 'Twinkle?'

'What about him?' Draco's head shot up and his tone was urgent.

'Err, he'll be fine, he will live for a few more years, Tabby Warham will take good care of him. Who the fuck is Twinkle?'

'My cat,' smiled Draco, happy that Tabby would have him; she would love him and look after him properly. He could be happy now; Twinkle was the only one who showed him any love.

'Really? Just the cat? No family or friends!' Draco looked up, tears reappearing in his eyes.

Great, here goes a life story, best get comfy. Ron had found that no matter who the murdered person was or their thoughts on their grim, they'd tell their life story and why they were murdered, why they loved their wife, what their kids favourite song was and how many sugars their Great-Aunt Fanny liked in her tea. It was the same thing every time and Draco Malfoy wasn't going to break the trend.

'I could never be a death eater, I just couldn't kill. I've been training to be a Healer, I want to help people, people who my supposed family have hurt and harmed. They could never deal with the fact I didn't want to be like them, they couldn't deal with the fact that I actually have no problem with Muggles. They're not that different from us, except they don't have magic. My family have had nothing to do with me since the ending of the War, my Mum did for a bit but then she just stopped owling me. I've got no one who cares for me. My friends have all left me. Crabbe and Goyle are dead now. There's no one. I adopted Twinkle for a shelter and he's been my best friend ever since. I don't think it sad that my best friend is a cat; he's a great cat!'

Great, he's bloody crazy. I feel for anyone who gets him to tell them they're dead.

'They've been after me for a bit now. My family found out that I gave some important information to the Order and have been after me ever since. I was nearly killed last year, the curse just missed me. I've been paranoid ever since. And I guess I had reason to be. Lawler is a known killer, he's been hired before by my family a lot. Dirty piece of work. Bastard. But hey, it's just his job,' Ron was shocked; Draco Malfoy had given information to the Order.

Maybe he wasn't as evil or bad as he seemed. He seemed nice, but mind you, seemed.

'What's that behind you?' Draco's tone seemed more confident now and reassured; talking had helped him.

'Oh thank Merlin,' muttered Ron to himself. 'That, Draco Malfoy,' he just couldn't bring himself to call Draco Malfoy, Draco – Malfoy would do. 'Is our path to work and home. Your home for the rest of eternity,' smiled Ron; finally he could get some food.

And as Ron walked through, he realised that for Draco's next few customers (the people he'd have to tell that they were indeed dead) Ron would have to be his guider, his helper, his mentor.

'Bloody hell,' he whispered as he stepped through the doorway.