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Someone Else's Arms
Butterfly

"Draco." Her whiny voice was starting to get the better of him. Her small, pale hand was latched around his wrist obviously trying to pull him towards her and anyone who would have seen knew that he did not want to be around her.

His head lashed around to see her, his eyes on fire. "Pansy fucking Parkinson, do you mind letting me go?" He seethed.

She gave him a small pout, her lower lip slightly extended. He pursed his lips and leaned into her, planting a rough kiss against her cupid bowed lips. She smiled and let him go. "Go. I'll be around."

Without much hesitation, he walked away from her around the Dungeon Corridors. He let out a long sigh, took out his wand, and said 'Lumos', the tip of his wand lit up the dark, dank walls and he continued to walk. Looking around five minutes later, he unlit the wand and walked up the narrow spiral stairway up to the Astronomy Tower. He stripped of his robe placing it over one of the chairs in the room. Loosening his tie, he walked outside into the crisp air and looked out into the sunset.

This was always his favorite time of day, everything seemed calm and without harm. He wished that life could be like this every moment of everyone's life, or at least his. He began contemplating about recent happenings from the past few weeks.

Their first day of school, new Slytherins, his appointment to becoming Head Boy, dating the drama queen – Pansy Parkinson (he shivered at the thought), and his sleepless nights. But in all of his thoughts the greatest was the most fearful, where his loyalties lied. Was it here at Hogwarts with his classmates or was it elsewhere?

He did not want to think about it.

He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, breathing out softly. He closed his eyes, extended his arms out beside him, and breathed in deeply. All his problems seemed to fade at that moment. He loved the feeling of being empty, the feeling of being content with what he did not want to remember, the feeling of knowing that life was short.

A butterfly softly sat on his arm. He opened his eyes and looked at it. The butterfly was beautiful, something he would dearly appreciate for days to come. Nothing lasted long in Malfoys' life and one thing he knew for sure was that Pansy surely was not going to make him rethink of it. He was growing tired and utterly annoyed with the Slytherin girl.

He needed to end it, one way, or another.

Period.

The butterfly flew from his arm into the soft wispy clouds, he imagined. He gave a small smile and put his hands in his pockets. He retreated inside of the tower, grabbed his robe, and walked out. It was then that he remembered something – Dinner. His stomach unquestionably was not refusing.

Quickly slipping on his robe, he ran from the tower and ran smack dab into a fifth year, whom had toppled over and had been holding their head from hitting the stone floor. Draco looked down at her. She had brilliant hazel-brown eyes and her hair had been strewn across her heart-shaped face. Groaning, she looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded.

"Sorry." She mumbled. He helped her up, asked her if she was okay, and told her to get to dinner where she rightfully belonged.

"I was told to look for you, Malfoy." She said, not moving.

"By who?" His voice turned steely.

"Professor Snape."

"What does he want?" He sounded irritated.

"He didn't mention, but he said that he needed you right away, preferably before dinner if you could make it."

He sneered and nodded. "Thank you." He started to walk away from her, but was stopped by a hand around his upper arm.

"What the hell is wrong with you Slytherins today?" He glowered. He glared at her, her expression stayed neutral.

"You just seem to be a bit off today. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright." He said snatching his arm away from her. "Now, if you don't mind I have to attend to more important business." And without faltering, he walked away from her towards the Great Hall.

They had been walking towards the Great Hall doors when they had spotted Draco looking rather "feathered-up."

"What's gotten into you, Malfoy?" Hermione asked. She was rather collected as Draco shot her a bottomless piercing set of eyes.

"That is none of your business, Granger." He spat. Ron scowled from behind; Draco caught wind that he was standing there and sneered. "Goes for you, too Weaslebee. Mind your own damn business."

Hermione was clenching her jaw tightly as Malfoy walked into the Great Hall and sat down at his respected table. She closed her eyes and breathed out deeply. "Foul, pure-blooded git."

Ron nodded and led them both into the hall. They both sat down and filled their plates with scrumptious foods. Hermione slammed her fork against the table minutes later and many heads looked at her.

"You would think-", she said, but stopped in mid-sentence with the amount of eyes looking at her. "Okay, get back to your own conversations, now." She said rather annoyed. Once that was said and done, she continued.

"Wouldn't you think that since he's Head Boy and I'm Head Girl that he would at least try to be more civil? I mean, I try every damn day to be the role example but he is so thickheaded to get through to. I mean, come on! Really this is our seventh year; he needs to get over himself." Small red sparks soared from her hair.

"Hermione."

"Shut up, Ron."

"No, Hermione. Your hair. You have sparks coming from it?" He said confused. He looked at her incredulously. She gave a small inaudible gasp and calmed down enough to cease the sparks.

"Sorry."

"No need to be." He said as he placed his fork down. He gave a low yawn, covered his mouth for a sneeze, and got up.

"Ready?"

"Bit tired." He said. She nodded and got up as well, the fork still in her hand. He looked down at her hand and she placed the fork back down on the plate. She blushed softly and he gave a small chuckle. Some girls looked over at Ron many from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. A few were scattered between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. They all seemed to be fawning over him; the Slytherin girls' had to admit that he did look good even though they would never date him because of the plain and simple fact that he was a loathed Gryffindor.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and they walked out to many eyes watching them, but one set in particular would have caught anyone by surprise.

Draco Malfoys'.

Authors Notes: Any ideas, dilemmas, etc. you may leave some comments. Everything and anything is appreciated. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Chapter three shall be up soon. Thank you for reading and reviewing!

Chapter title Butterfly by Corrine Bailey Rae.