Wow guys thanks for so many views, it's cool that not many reviewed, I hope you guys like the first chapter though. But here is the second chapter Um...warning for themes.

Chapter 2: Who said Slytherins couldn't fight without their wands?

"You sure you don't want me to walk you to Arithmancy?" Blaise asked as soon as they stepped out of Potions. It was a rather annoying morning today. But all that Draco dealt with were taunts, nothing more, nothing less and that was a good sign.

Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise, for all the times to be caring, why did he choose now? It wasn't like anything had happened today, he didn't have to be so protective. Draco was sure today was going to be a good day.

"I keep telling you, Blaise, I'll be fine. It's just a few corridors, the worse that could happen is I get hexed. And not ever a horrible hex at that. I swear the kids of today know nothing about a decent hexing, let alone how to relaly hurt me with one. Don't worry so much...Oh! I'll meet you in Runes, ok?" Draco said, not taking no for answer, he gave Blaise a quick unnoticed kiss to the cheek before slipping his hand out of the dark man's hand. He practically ran down the hallway to his Arithmancy class. He knew that if he was late, Professor Vector would give him detention.

And Draco did not want detention with Professor Vector, not only did she force him to do long trivial task. It usually meant a dangerous amount of hexes flowing his way as he walked backed to the dungeons at night.

It wasn't like she cared anyways...the little bitch was probably waiting for the day, Draco died. Hell, she was probably sad to hear that his life was saved by none other than Harry Potter.

The war had changed many people, some for better and some for the worse. Draco knew this from personal experience. His mother was getting better at accepting non pure bloods. Her association with Harry Potter proved this.

Draco sighed turning down the hall that led to class. It wasn't as crowded as normal. A few 8th and 7th years just standing around doing nothing. Which usually meant they were up to something.

Delinquents.

But they were no concern of Draco's since he was determined to make it to Arithmancy today.

But Draco supposed, letting his mind drift back to the issue of Potter and his mother. It wasn't a bad thing that the two began writing letters to each other. Draco had no clue as to why they were trading letters, but he guessed it may have had something to do with saving each others lives. How one could make friends from that eluded him, but nevertheless, it seemed as if his mother and Potter were on the path to becoming friends

As long as they weren't shagging each other, Draco didn't care what they did.

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Oh gross! Now that was an utterly repulsive thought and curse him to have a vivid imagination.
That was just uncalled for.

"What's the matter Malfoy, looks like you sucked on a lemon," a seventh year, looked to be in Ravenclaw jeered.

Draco couldn't help but to role his eyes. Now this was truly ridiculous.

"Honestly at least put some form of art and refinement into your insults, McCrain. That was truly a weak blow." Draco sneered, putting up an obnoxious mask. There had to be about 6 of them, meaning there was no way Draco could take them. He might as well let them tease him and go back to Arithmancy. Because something in McCrain's eyes unnerved him.

"Speaking of weak blows," it was a Gryffindor this time, whose name wasn't coming to him, but Draco knew he was always there to try and mess with him. "I heard from your little fuck buddy, Zabini that you wouldn't know how to sex a dick if Jenna Jameson came up and showed you."

With a tilt of the head, Draco nodded, "Well I suppose that was a little bit better, but I can assure you...whatever your name is. My skills at "blowing" are none of your concern. Unless of course, you take to spying on me?" He said with a shrug of the shoulders. He doubted that Blaise would ever talk to a Gryffindor willingly, much less to talk about sex. Gryffindors really weren't all that bright.

Draco bit back a smirk at the group, all of whom adorned faced mixed with surprise, anger and confusion. None seemed to understand that Draco had no intentions of letting them get to him.

"Oh yea! So it's true that you bend over for that Zabini kid!" the Gryffindor yelled, smirking at Draco's surprised face.

Draco laughed, masking his surprise quickly, if this guy's aim was to embarrass, oh we he in for a surprise.

"It's common knowledge that I bend over for 'that Zabini kid'. I've been doing that for years now. It's called, being in a relationship. Perhaps you've heard of it. Now if you're done pointing out the obvious, I'll take my leave." Draco said, waving his hand dismissively he kept on his track to Arithmancy. It was only a few feet away and it wasn't like he was rushing or anything. Walking a slow and easy pace that was close to a crawl Draco made his way past the group and over to the classroom. He could see Professor Vector, watch in hand, waiting for the exact moment to start class and give Draco detention for being late. Yep, the stupid bitch was really out to get him.

"Is it also true that Harry Potter is fucking your mom,"

Draco paused, inches away from the entrance. He saw Professor Vector sneer at him, obviously curious as to why Draco was just standing there.

Turning so slowly it was eerie. Draco cocked his head at the group of students before him. He pinpointed the Gryffindor boy, that cocky grin spread wide over neat rows of white teeth. Of course it would be a Gryffindors to say such a thing. They were incredibly dense creatures.

"What did you just say?" Draco murmured, taking a slow step closer to the boys. Pulling out his wand, Draco stared directly at the Gryffindor. The Gryffindors boy, also pulled out his wand, grey eyes flashing with confidence.

If there was ever a time to have that Gryffindor bravery, now was definitely not the time.

"You heard me! It's all around school that your mother fucked Harry Potter just to get you back into Hogwarts," he said, his eyes darting off to look at his friends. All of them nodding in unison except for McCrain, whose blue eyes rest on Draco with an unreadable expression.\

Well there was a lie if he ever heard one. His mother didn't even want him to go back to Hogwarts. It was McGonagall's pestering that finally made him come back to this blasted school.

What a mistake that was.

Still, though he knew it was a lie, Draco couldn't help but be angry. This was his mother that boy was insulting. What type of man would he be to sit by and let her honor be tarnished.

He barely noticed the door of his Arithmancy class slamming close. Instead, Draco's hand clenched tightly around his wand. Readying himself for what he knew was sure to come.

"I'll give you one chance, you filthy Gryffindor piece of shit. You take back your lie about my mother or I will-

"What! Hex Me! Let me remind you Malfoy, there's six of us and only one of you," the Gryffindor yelled proudly. His head swelling with pride at the shouts of agreement from his cronies.
A swelled head indeed.

"MUTATIO SKULLUS!"

"AAH!"

Before anyone could even comprehend what was happening, the Gryffindor boy was on the ground, rolling in pain as his skull began to grow larger and large until it was the size of a watermelon. Tears flowed freely from the boy's grey beady eyes and Draco smirked, admiring his handiwork. Messy brown hair that would have made the boy cute looked like a rat's arse on top of his head. His button nose was stretched and enlarge and his mouth was thin and small. He was indeed a very ugly watermelon.

But nevertheless, Draco really loved his vivid imagination.

However, now was not the time for that.

A duel of hexes began seconds later. Draco dodging with the speed and agility one gained from Quidditch and the ever so fun game of "Dodge the Hex". Watermelon head stood, trying to locate his wand with his beady eyes- had he have checked his pocket it may have been there.

Draco was doing pretty well considering the numbers, but ultimately it was watermelon head that stopped the battle of hexes.

By punching Draco in the face.

Looking back on this, Draco supposed he should have made their hands smaller instead of the head larger. Within seconds, the boys discarded their wands and descended upon Draco. Fist raised and waiting.

Shit

Yelling out stupefies as fast as he could, only three stopped in their tracks. Draco cursed loudly as the others neared. He had a feeling this wasn't going to end well.

It almost never did when Draco was involved.

Draco felt his wand being knocked away from his hand and he knew this was it, trapped with nowhere to run.

"Change me back," watermelon head hissed, kneeing Draco hard in the gut. Stifling a whimper, Draco gave a defiant shrug as he clutched his aching stomach.

"Can't really do that without a wand, now can I?" he growled out trying to find a way to escape. Even though he wasn't afraid anymore, didn't mean he was insane.

Watermelon head glared angry beady grey eyes at him, his fist raising to strike Draco hard in the jaw.

But Draco got there before he did.

In a fit of barely concealed panic, Draco tackled the stocky watermelon head to the ground. Elbowing him hard in the side.

He was never one for fist fights. That was something muggles did, but with no wand and his mother's honor on the line, Draco was left with no choice. So he punched the boy beneath him- again and again.

He kept punching until blood ran down his knuckles and the boy's screams filled the air.

It was unsurprising that no teachers came to stop this fight. Not many of them cared. In fact Draco would bet his entire fortune that they wanted Draco to get hurt. It would be fitting of a deatheater's son.

They could all rot in hell for all he cared.

Draco felt himself being ripped off of the bloody pulp that was the Gryffindor's, the stinging pain of a foot in his crotch had him keeling over to the ground in no time. It was such a cheap shot but it didn't matter. For the first time ever, Draco knew what it felt like to be trampled on.

It was like he was one of those trampolines that he read about in Muggles Studies and they were the hyper brats jumping on him. Who knew it would hurt this much?

His screams filled the corridor , but it didn't matter to them. They just kept at it, kick and stomping on him until his body was torn and writhing in agony.

And they still didn't stop.

"You think you could pull one over on us, Malfoy!" this one was a Hufflepuff, if the stupid yellow sweater was anything to go bye. The guy was built like a stick all skin and bones, but the fist his threw to Draco's face kind of felt like he had the strength of a giant in there.

"You fucking death eater! Why the hell are you here?" the bloody Gryffindor screamed, driving his shoe into Draco's crotch repeated, the blonde howled out in immense agony the bloody man took enjoyment from driving his shoe into Draco's penis.

"You killed my sister, you lousy piece of shit and here you are prancing around here, like a little bitch. Why the hell are you alive!" It was McCrain again, the black haired, blue eyed Ravenclaw, in fact, he was the only one Draco could remember the name of off the top of his head. Why was that?

McCrain's blue gaze bored into Draco's light grey. Pushing aside the watermelon head and the Hufflepuff, he kneeled down besides the blonde, McCrain grabbed a fistful of Draco's fine blonde hair. His eyes were shiny when he drew his wand into Draco's face. Dragging marks into the pale skin with the thin scraggly wand.

"Why the hell are you still alive Malfoy" McCrain growled softly, yanking Draco's head roughly to the side, Draco winced as the wand continued drawing marks into his skin.

He knew he should count himself lucky, after all he wasn't using magic to mark him, but it was hard to feel lucky with a wand pointed to kill.

"Why is Emily dead? She was twelve FUCKING years old and that stupid war killed her. And it's YOUR fault for letting the dark lord in and it's your fault. If you had just become a spy to help our side. Emily wouldn't have had to die!" McCrain screamed, his fingers tightening to the point where Draco felt strands of hair being pulled out.

Draco said nothing, didn't let his groans of pain escape him. Instead he kept his gaze locked on McCrain. He knew the name was familiar! How could he forget?

"Tell me why? Why did you kill her!" McCrain screamed, throwing Draco's head in every direction, unseeing of how it tormented the blonde, but maybe that's what he wanted after all.

For a long moment, no one said anything, Watermelon head and his cronies were all background scenery as Draco stared into McCrain's eyes. Yes...they were the same as they were during the war, but they belonged to another.

"Eric," Draco choked, not surprised to taste blood in his mouth.

Eric froze, his wand dragging viciously across Draco's skin. Draco forced himself not to cry out. He knew he had to tell him, otherwise Draco would always regret it.

It occurred to Draco, as he lie there with what he was quite sure was a broken wrist and leg that the boy didn't think Draco knew his first name. In truth, Draco didn't know, but it was hard to forget the last words of the dying.

"I didn't kill her." Draco murmured, only to cry out as Eric punched him squared in the nose- again...and again and again, until Draco looked more like watermelon head standing silently in fear than a Malfoy.

Eric said nothing, dropping Draco's head, he picked up his wand that he dropped seconds before, sky blue eyes eyed Draco for a moment longer before he pointed his wand at Draco again, right between the eyes. He whispered.

"I'm sorry Draco, but I won't let you lie to me. I hope Emily spits on you when she sees you,"

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"Crucio-

"EXPELLIOMUS!"

Cliff hanger!

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