Disclaimer: I don't own anything J.K.R. does unless….. ::Steals tequila, James Bond's theme song, and a Muppet:: Anyways I only own me! ….Okay I don't even own myself but that's not my fault!

Summary: Who's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) and 6th year Potions teacher? What dark secrets does she hide? How does she know Draco Malfoy? And how the bloody hell does Harry Potter get involved in all this?!

Warnings: This fanfic IS slash people!!! So if you don't like don't read! The rating has gone up since I don't think this qualifies as "T" anymore. Abuse, adult language, SLASH (in later chapters), and that's it for now.… I think.
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Chapter 3: Leaving Once Again (part 2)

The Sun had barely risen when soft light started to pour into the parlor room of Malfoy Manor. Draco still laid sleeping on the soft, Slytherin-green couch. The only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of swallows that were perched outside the large stained glass windows and the almost silent snores of the pale-skin boy. The beautifully decorated oak door was opened slightly, careful not to wake the other. A woman with long, flowing golden hair and kind blue-eyes gracefully glided into the soft-lighted room. She walked with poise, her head held high but humble, and came to the sleeping figure that was her son.

"Dragon, it's time to get up." she said in a soft voice as she gently shook her son's shoulder.

"Nmm.. I-ish..uhhmm…" came the illegible reply from Draco. He shifted his position so his back faced the women smiling down at him.

"Now, now my Dragon. You have to get ready for the day. The Hogwarts Express waits for no one."

"Noooooo…….. Don't wanna." he whined out as he sat up and started removing the blanket that was lovingly placed on him last night.

Narcissa chuckled lightly at her son's actions. He was not a morning person to any degree. Yet, his body did what his mother had said to do, as it always does. She watched him try to find the door, she used to enter the room, but found it difficult with his eyes closed. He refused to open them which caused him to stumble and bump into various objects.

"It would be easier to see if you opened your eyes, Dragon." she called out to him, humor heavy in her voice.

Reluctantly, Draco opened his sleepy silver-eyes, after stubbing his toe on a dark oak end table, and hissed in pain as they were met with the Sun's morning rays. 'Damn you, Sun!' he thought angrily as he furiously rubbed his eyes, to get rid of the black spots and try to rid them of sleep.

"Dragon get dressed and come down for breakfast. Then we can leave for Platform 9 ¾." Narcissa voice called out as Draco left the parlor to get changed in his own.

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Draco arrived at the dining room fully dressed and looking very Malfoy-esque. His white-blond hair shined with its normal brilliance, but wasn't slicked back anymore, he grew it out since fourth year and now it ends at his shoulders. He wore a forest-green, button-up, silk shirt with black slacks and Italian suede loafers. Around his neck he wore a simple silver chain with a small platinum locket dangling from it. The chain wasn't what he valued it was the locket, for it was a gift from Samsonite and he cherished any-, and every-, thing she gave him. Of course, he wouldn't let anyone see it save for her. He wouldn't be able to stand the humiliation if someone, especially someone from Hogwarts, saw it.

"Good morning, Mother." he said as he entered the room and took a seat at the very long, rectangular, maple dining table.

With a smile, she replied, "Good morning, my Dragon. Are you ready to go back to Hogwarts?" Narcissa inquired as a house-elf appeared with breakfast for her son.

"Yes, Mother. I'm looking forward to get back to my studies," 'as soon as the Weasel gets some manners' he added sarcastically in his mind. He then asked, "Where is Samsonite?"

"She left for the States, saying she needed to get away to think and be with friends." she replied, taking a sip of her tea before she continued, "She did, however, seemed rather distraught this morning when she left. As if she had her mind on something else." she gave a knowing glance at Draco, silently telling him she knew he had something to do with it and that she wanted to know what.

'Damn. How does she do that?' Draco silently wondered as he began telling her, vaguely, what happened last night.

"Dragon, you know she was looking forward to coming to Hogwarts. Every since Professor Dumbledore told her, she's been happier then I've seen her in a long time. All she really wanted was to be with you. She looks up to for practically everything. You do know that don't you?" Narcissa asked as Draco finished his breakfast. Which was made up of 2 eggs over-easy, 2 slices of white toast, 4 sausage links, and 3 cups of green tea?

"I know, Mother. I just don't want her to get hurt. She's been through enough and even that isn't over yet." he said as a house-elf appeared, once again, to take the dirty dishes away.

Narcissa knew what her son had meant, and still felt the pangs of guilt and remorse shoot through her hurting heart. "Well," she started, trying to find the right words for what to say next, "she has kept it a secret for a few years now and only a very rare few know the truth. I'm sure they wouldn't reveal her secrets to anyone and they have helped her through many tough situations, Dragon."

"Yes, I know that Mother, but they won't be able to help her without drawing attention like if I were to help at school. Everyone would be suspicious of her and mostly likely think she was a Death Eater." Draco scoffed at the thought of Samsonite being a Death Eater. It didn't sit well with him.

"Maybe, but she can take care of herself. She is almost an adult now and has the right to make decisions that affect her life. You can't decide what she can and can't do for the rest of her life."

"I know, Mother. I know." Draco sighed as he ran a hand through his long hair.

"Look, its time for you to leave. We have to get going otherwise you will miss the train." she said, standing up from her seat and walked towards the old-fashioned oak doors that lead to the living room.

Getting up and silently walking towards the doors his mother just left through, Draco begrudgingly left the now empty dining room.

Within seconds Narcissa and Draco arrived with a quiet popping sound at secluded area, making sure no muggles saw, at the King's Cross railway station.

"I hate side-along apparitions." Draco muttered under his breath, as he started to drag his trunk towards the platform. 'Damn muggles! Why can't they know about house-elves like everyone else?'

"Oh hush Draco. You'll be old enough, soon enough." Narcissa said fondly. Both proceeded to the platform, where the said their g00d-byes. Narcissa hugging her son, making sure no witch or wizard was around to see.

Draco went through the wall where Platform 9 ¾ was hidden and went straight onto the train. Unaware of the figure silently following him in the shadows…. waiting for the prefect moment to strike.

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Kida:. ::whoots:: Awesomeness!! . Left ya with a cliffy!

Chey: Evil.

Kida:I know! Anyway, I just realized that this is not canon. ::has look of realization on her face::

Chey: No duh. ::looks at Kida with 'you can't be serious, you just realized that?' look::

Kida:. ::completely ignores Chey:: Well, first off, everything up to 4th year is canon. (I haven't read the 5th or 6th book yet. T.T) I relied on my friends to fill me in a little and of course Wikipedia (Fuckin' A!!) so I have a brief insight on the other two books but I changed some things, kept some things, and don't know some things. Like, I changed that Professor Slughorn was the DADA prof. so deal with that. Um…. Lucius somehow isn't in Azkaban… I don't know why; he just isn't. That Tonks person (I don't know really is that her name??) isn't in the story at all. I'm still debating if Sirius is dead or not.

Chey: That… was long.

Kida: Yeppers! Some other things I probably forgot to mention so …yea.

Chey: REVIEW!!!!!!!! I demand it!

Kida: You can't demand the readers to review!!

Chey: Well, they're not reviewing enough and I want some cookies! …And I'm sure you want some pixie sticks. ::grins slyly::

Kida: Well…. It would be nice… but I'm not gonna force anyone to review.

Chey: I am!!! REVIEW! Or else I'll personally make sure that she never gets better from her surgery::laughs manically:: C

Kida:. ::gasp::