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New short chap. !

Chapter 2- Headstrong

Draco Malfoy was crying. He was crying in the library.

He remembered the day when he contemplated that this would happen. That was about a month ago, when he could walk around school with no worries. But now, all the pressure was on him. He became a death eater to make up for his father's mistakes. There was no turning back.

He hadn't wanted to become one, he was forced. As much as he hated any mudblood, he couldn't kill them for it, he wasn't that cruel.

As he looked up through his red, puffy, stinging eyes, he saw Hermione Granger staring at him as if he was an artifact from another planet. "What do you want mudblood." He said harshly.

Her warm brown eyes became cold as she narrowed her eyes at him. She never got why he hated muggle-borns so much, they weren't any different from pure or half-bloods except for that they didn't come from magical parents. "You don't have to be so mean, you know Malfoy. I think people would like you just fine if you weren't so cold towards others."

"I don't care what you think Granger, get away from me." He snarled at her.

The girl's eyes began to fill with angry tears. She ran out of the library, earning a glance from Madam Pince.

Great, Draco, just what you need. You are supposed to be letting people help you,not to push them away, no matter how much you want to, you need help, he thought to himself.

He lifted himself and walked to the lavatory. He leaned over the glacier-cold sink, feeling like his breakfast would show itself a second time, and took a deep breath. He thought about his mum, and how she would die if he didn't go through with his task.

He exited the lavatory and went straight to the Slytherin common room.

"Unbreakable." He whispered as the portrait opened for him.

He wished he was unbreakable. That would be smashing for him.

As soon as he entered the common room, he got bombarded with questions coming from all different people.

The first question he was asked was from Blaise. "Mate, your eyes! Has something happened?" After that, there were too many questions, he couldn't figure out what anyone was saying.

Draco motioned to the boy's dorms to Blaise, so he could give him an answer to his question, although it might not be an honest one.

The two boys walked through the door and locked it. Each of them sat on their bed as the interrogation started.

"Okay mate, you have to tell me what's going on, your eyes don't even look like they have had an hour of sleep!"

"That's because they haven't." He responded.

"Why not? Draco, you're not a death eater, right? You're too young!"

"Maybe." Draco murmured, he didn't want Blaise to know, but Blaise knew Draco too well, he could tell when he was hiding something.

"You are! Bloody hell! I have a friend who's a death eater!"

"Blaise! Keep it down! now that you know, I will need you to help me with my task."

"And what would that be?"

"Hhhu Dhhdore" Draco mumbled into his pillow.

"What?"

"Kilhm Duhudore."

"What?"

"Kilhing Duhuldore."

"What?"

"KILLING DUMBLEDORE! Did I really need to do that?"

"Sorry mate, but WHAT? You're going to kill Dumbledore!"

"For the last time, BE QUIET!"

Blaise sat there with his mouth agape.

"Close your mouth Zabini."

"Right. Well, sorry Draco, but I don't know how I would be able to help you other than give you some support. You need to find someone who is really smart, and knows what they're doing, like Granger."

"What! No way am i going to Granger for help! Have you seen her! She's going to tell Dumbledore! NO. WAY."

"Fine, fine, it was just a suggestion, blimey!"

Little did he know, he might end up seeking help from the Gryffindor bookworm after all.

Yay! New chapter! Hope you like it! Sorry, it might be a little slow for some people, but trust me, it WILL get better! ~Evanna