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Laying down he fell asleep almost immediatly, and for the first time in years he dreamt of happy things, not of things that made him wake up in a cold sweat, but things that made a small smile appear on his sleeping face...
...He drempt of what it would be like...to have a family.
CHAPTER 6: Plans and Prophecies
Draco's eyes shot open at the sound of voices. He quickly settled down when he realised where he was.
"Lee, please, you know Percy already hates me as it is, I need this assignment!"
"Can't you ask for another assignment? I don't want him here!"
Draco frowned and strained his ears so he wouldn't miss a word.
"No I can't! I can't just swap assignments with someone if I don't like the one I've already got!" It was obvious by the tone of her voice that she was getting impatient.
"I understand that Hermione! But he was once a deatheater! He could easily kill us as we sleep!"
"Don't be stupid, I'm in charge of my own auror team and it's not like you don't know how to use a wand, and besides, He has more dignity then to kill you while you can't fight back!"
"If that's the Draco Malfoy that I remember then I'll have to say otherwise"
"People change Lee!"
"Not those type of people..."
"And what are those type of people Lee?"
"Deatheaters"
"I can't believe this! You've always been one to give people second chances!"
"Deatheaters don't deserve second chances..." Draco cringed when he heard this, he'd never heard what others thought about deatheaters, or at least, what people said in private, and he didn't like it at all.
"I know that they do horrible things...but when someone decides to stop doing them then they can't be as bad as the others can they?"
Silence.
Sick of hearing this conversation Draco got out of bed and walked into the kitchen.
"Morning" He murmured.
"Good morning" Hermione answered, glaring at Lee who seemed content on saying nothing. "If you want something to eat just look in the pantry"
"It's fine, I can just use my wand to make food" Draco answered. Hermione nodded, looking down at her hands.
"Ok, well I have to go to work so if you need anything owl me, ok?" Hermione asked uncertainly. Draco gave a small nodd of his head.
"I'll see you later" She said, giving Lee a light kiss.
"Have fun at work" Lee said, squeezing her hand slightly to make a show in front of Draco. She smiled slightly and apparated.
Lee stood there for a few seconds before looking over at Draco with a small scowl and walking off into his room.
Draco stared after her husband, trying to forget the small kiss she had just given Lee. That kiss should have been his, those photos on the mantle-piece should have been of them, that baby in the second room should have been his! All of this should have been his!
Draco was now shaking with anger, he could feel his body burning with magic. In a distance he heard a smashing sound, followed by a shout.
"What the fuck was that?"
Draco closed his eyes, he knew he had broken something using magic through his emotions, Voldemort had taught him how and now it was just second nature to him, especially when he could never control his temper.
Opening his eyes he saw Lee, standing in front of him holding a very large shard of glass.
"Did you want something?" Draco asked, a slight sneer creeping onto his face.
"Explain to me how the window right in front of you broke?" Lee said, making it obvious that he was accusing him.
"I don't know" Draco lied.
"Don't know? How could you not? You were standing right in front of the window!" Lee shouted.
"Well, actually I'm a good 3 metres away from it, and I had my eyes closed" Draco said, his sneer slowly turning into a smirk.
Lee stood there for a moment, trying to refrain himself from hexing this blonde headed deatheater to death.
"Fix it" He muttered, throwing the shard of glass down on the ground by the window where it completely shattered. Draco glared at him as he once again left the room.
Making sure Lee wasn't looking Draco waved his hand and watched as the pieces of glass floated back into their original place in the window.
Sighing Draco turned back into the kitchen and conjured a simple meal of pancakes with orange juice.
When he was half-way through his meal Lee came back out carrying a briefcase, a blue bag and Dominic.
"Where are you taking him?" Draco asked almost immediatly.
"Next door" Lee said, his grip on his son noticably tightening.
"I can look after him, no trouble at all" Draco said.
"No, I don't think so" Lee sneered before leaving the house.
Draco clenched his teeth. He hated that man.
Sighing Draco made his way back into the lounge room where he fell back on his bed. His life was actually improving, and it seemed sad to think that because his life was actually miserable. But imagine, a lonely deatheater, no love, no friends, just his master's orders to live on, and when he gives up that, what else does he have?
But now he was back in her house, her life and soon, her arms. Yes, her arms, he needed to be in her arms, and he planned to be in them soon, if he ruined Lee's life in the process then so what? It was a small price to pay to be with his love, and besides, Lee would get it alot easier then Draco did when his life was ruined, that was for sure.
But first, Hermione needed to be reminded of their final year of Hogwarts, when their love had blossomed...
Thinking quickly Draco made his way over to the window and called out the name of his beloved eagle-owl. Within minutes the rather aged bird fluttered gracefully onto the window sill.
He scribbled on a piece of parchment quickly before tying it to the bird's leg and sending it off. Now all he could do was wait...
Dumbledore sat in his office at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy. He always seemed to have all the time in the world, something he had not expected when he had first become headmaster those many years ago.
To a muggle, he would have simply looked like an old crazed man trying to beat himself at chess, to a wizard he probably would have looked the same had he not been widely known. Dumbledore was in fact playing a game of chess against a hat.
A very good idea if you were up for a challenge at chess since a hat is the height of knowledge, especially this one which was made magically and had soaked up much informaion from people's heads over the years. This certain hat was known as 'The Sorting Hat'.
Dumbledore leaned over the desk a bit, brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the chess pieces. A smile suddenly broke out on the old man's face as he reached out and moved a piece.
"Check" He said delightfully.
The Sorting Hat stared at the board for no more then a few seconds before it lent over and moved one of it's own pieces with it's pointed top.
"Check...mate" The Sorting Hat said.
"Ah, perhaps next time luck will be on my side" Dumbledore said with a smile before standing and staring out the window.
"I trust Fawkes will not be long..." He murmured, staring intently at the clear sky, desperate to get a reply from Harry Potter about a disturbance at the Malfoy Manor he had read about in the Daily Prophet.
"Tell me Albus, what concerns you so greatly about this attack on the Malfoy manor?" The Sorting Hat questioned.
"Ah my dear friend, somethings I cannot reveal to you, just know that young Malfoy is apart of...a prophecy" Dumbledore said. "Ah, at last"
He opened the window as Fawkes flew through, cluthing a curled piece of parchment. Dumbledore took it immediatly.
Professor Dumbledore,
As you can tell I got your message. The Malfoy Manor was attacked by a number of deatheaters, Draco Malfoy is safe, Hermione has been given the job of protecting him, I cannot say any more in case this is intercepted.
Harry
Dumbledore smiled, this was perfect.
Suddenly an owl swept through and landed upon his desk.
"You look familier" Dumbledore said, taking the note eagerly.
Headmaster,
I know that we have not spoken in a long while, but I must ask a favour from you. I need to borrow your pensieve. I would be quite grateful, enough so to give you certain information about some deatheater camps set up on the borders of Hogsmeade...
Please send the pensieve as soon as you can.
D. Malfoy.
Dumbledore's smiled widened, this was just too perfect. Of course, Draco would have found out about the pensieve from his father, yelling in a jealous rage about not being able to obtain one himself and Draco being the smart boy he was had figured out a plan. Yes, the prophecy had been put into action.
Reading over the letter once more Dumbledore chuckled at Draco's way of making sure he got what he wanted, by bribing the person with something he knew they desperatly wanted and Dumbledore definatly did want to know of any deatheaters camping near the villiage that his students visited most weekends.
Making his way over to one of the many cupboards in his office Dumbledore unlocked it and pulled out the stond bowl swirling with memories. He would of course empty the memories into bottles before giving Draco the pensieve.
Draco waited, pacing the living room impatiently.
come on old man...
Draco knew he had asked alot, but he was willing to give valuble information in return, was it worth so little to him to know that deatheaters could kill most the population of Hogwart's students on a Hogsmeade weekend?
The sound of singing brought him out of his thoughts and he spun around, a large red bird was flying around the room. Having caught his attention the bird swooped down and dropped a package on the bed, by the bounce of the bed, the package was obviously heavy. It had to be the pensieve...
Loosing all interest in the bird Draco raced over to the package. Ripping of the paper he almost shouted in victory as the pensieve tumbled out.
Attached to it was a small note simply stating the time and where-abouts of their meeting so hehold up his end of the bargain.
And he did plan to hold up his end of the deal, but first thing was first...
A/n: Ok, this was actually fun to write, andI realise that this may have spwlling mistakes because I didn't get the chance to go over it properly. Remember that I won't be updating for a bit.
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