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Hey ya'll so i'm still not getting all the reviews i want, but because i seem to be in a good mood and have not updated in a long enough time, here is chapter ten. I'm afraid its short o i'm sorry, but the story is now going to move faster, thank god! I don't think i could have written about the first day any longer!

Its not my best chapter, i appoligize. The only reason its any good is because of my Beta who went back through and added the good stuff! Thanks HEADOVERHEELS4HP!

Chapter ten: What you will Never Know

Ten minutes. It could change your life. On numerous occasions it had changed Drea's.

After all it had taken only ten minutes for her dad to pack up and leave. Ten minutes for her to see that stupid Pensieve, ten minutes to get down stairs and open her mail, ten minutes for her mother to explain who Draco Malfoy was. Ten minutes for her to be accepted and agree to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and now…

Now it had taken only ten minutes to find out about her mother's affair?

She was beginning to catch a pattern here.

Thinking back now, Drea regretted ever coming to her father's office alone. She should have accepted Lilly's offer to accompany her, she should have agreed to let Andrew come. She should have heeded their advice and maybe talked to her mum first. She wished she had not been so hard headed now.

Sitting there, back on her bed in her dorms, Drea's mind ran back over everything that had happened. Their talk had been, well, not exactly civil to say the least, but better than barbaric…barely.

"Come in!" A strong voice had rung all around her as she timidly rapped at the giant wooden door looming above her. A shiver spiked through her body as the door swung open, magically.

Her steps seemed to echo loudly in the silence as her stormy eyes never left the scuff on her back shoe, she slowly made her way into the room. The man at the desk, who sat almost rigidly, openly stared at her. He didn't say a word until she had sat down on the couch, sliding as close to the corner as she could get, she didn't move a muscle of a full second, then she looked up to meet his eyes. [why does he have a couch in his office?]

They were hard and cold, probably resembling hers, which no doubt had gone to that stony phase in her terror.

"Andre – er, I mean Miss Malf- Granger! Miss Granger, I think we need to speak." He kept his cool face as he stuttered over his words. Drea glowered darkly.

"Sir, if you don't mind, I don't know what we have to talk about." She tried her best to make her words strong, harsh, and passive. She hated the fact that her voice had a sugary-sweet timid edge to it. She sounded like she could have been six, like Malory.

"I don't know exactly what you know about me. I was wondering how much you kne –"

"Lilly already spoke with you." She cut him off.

"It's different when one friend speaks for another, the information isn't always credible." He continued, crossing his arms.

"I'm sure what she told you is perfectly fine." Her voice slid into a sneer, and Draco sat shocked at the familiar tone, often mirrored in his own voice.

"Andrea, I need-"

"It's common courtesy that teacher and students keep to a last name only basis when speaking." Her mouth lifted into a faint smirk.

"Miss Granger then, would you please tell me what you know of me."

"That you are an ex-Death eater. You are the new Dark Arts teacher here. You are well respected among the pure-blooded wizards, and have no tolerances for filthy little mudbloods or-"

Malfoy sprang to his feet, his eyes flashing like lightning in a storm, knocking the chair he had been sitting on behind his desk clear across the room with his abruptness.

"You will not use that vulgar language in my presence, Miss Granger! Never speak of someone like that, do you understand me?!"

That threw the girl for a loop.

"What?" Drea lost her cool for a second, and her eyes bulged; she never would have believed she would hear those words coming from his mouth! (Well, technically she never thought she would hear any word form the man.)

"You will not have that disgusting language in my presence, and hopefully outside of my presence."

"Of – of course not." Drea muttered, still dazed, looking back down at the floor in…shame. The man still looked at her, now a little more warily. He was probably worried that she would run away in fright again. Slowly he grabbed his chair and sat back down, his black robes whooshing as he sat.

"And, I assume that by the information you have provided that you understand clearly that I am your father?" He said the word in passing, like him being her father wasn't a curse. Like it was simple, a completely fine fact of life; like it wasn't the word that had ruined her life.

"No." She replied hotly. "You are not my father."

"Drea, listen to me…"

"My fathers are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They took me in; they raised me to be who I am. They helped me. You ruined me. Therefore they are my fathers, not you." She snapped, now it was she getting to her feet.

"Potter and Weasley my have been there for you, but, accept it or not I'm your father." Her previous statement seemed to set him off.

"No your not!" She said, raising her voice. "You are my dark arts professor that had a failing relationship with my mother in her past. That's all."

"Andrea Granger, you know that…"

"No! No I don't know! You are not my father! If you were my father, you would have chosen to stay. You would have loved me, not hated me!" Drea felt her emotions getting to her; it was unusual feeling, getting upset, she was usually cool…acutely aware of every emotion and able to store and file it away easily. Being upset was a feeling she seemed to be experiencing a lot lately.

"I never hated you!" Draco stood again, he looked scared, shameful, and angry all at once; and for a second Drea saw a scared little boy, and then the image was gone. "I never, never hated you!"

"You're lying!" She screamed, staring at the man. She couldn't hear this, not after hearing what he said that night, the night she learned to hate her father. When he said he should have just killed her before she became a problem! Of course he hated her. He hated her with all his being! You just can't change your mind about that sort of stuff over night! "You hate me with every inch of your body! So much that you left your one love to just get away!"

"I left to save you!" He was yelling, loudly. He seemed horrified at the idea of hating her. But how can you save some one by leaving them? By forcing them into the worst part of their lives, unable to support themselves, hated among the wizarding community because of blood status! "I left so you could live! I said I hated you because I loved you too much! I lied to save you!"

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Drea heard the words, they passed through her ears, but they didn't plant them selves in her brain. They didn't make sense. That couldn't have been it. Save? To live? Love? Lied?

They didn't work in context with the other words in that sentence.

"That… That, can't. You're lying!" Drea couldn't feel her feet, the room was spinning. She was confused. She had to sit. Her voice was only barely above a whisper, she wasn't sure she had the energy to yell anymore.

"I was being followed. I know you saw what I said to your mother in a Pensieve; Miss Potter was kind enough to share the information. I said this only to save your life. I wanted the man following me to believe that I hated you so much that if they killed you, they would do me a favor. I wanted them to let you live because they would have believed that by doing so, it would haunt me."

"No, that… that can't be it!" Drea shook her head, trying to calculate what was being said. But it wasn't working. She was puzzled and upset, and her head was swimming with this unwanted information. A cool part of her brain seemed to recognize this was not the way she had imagined this conversation to be going. Sure, she had imagined there would be yelling and lies, but she figured she could have countered them and backed him into a hole so that he would have to beg at her feet for… Well she wasn't sure what she wanted him to beg for, but she had wanted him to know what she had felt. She wanted him to bare her pain.

"Would you please just listen to me?" He was desperate now; she could hear it in his voice.

"No! I won't listen." Drea said shaking her head as an idea suddenly popped in to her head. "I don't care if you left that time to save me, I don't even know if that's true. I don't care either! If you really did love me and my mum then why did you leave the first time?!" She was yelling again, her voice coming back with renewed passion.

"Andrea, you don't want to know. Just trust me, you don't want to know." He was looking at her panicked. He was lying! She had known it!

"Yes, I do! If you really loved us, why did you leave the first time?!"

"I left because she wasn't happy, Drea. I left because your mother wasn't happy with me, because my father was tracking me down to kill me, I left because you were much, much too young to be exposed to dark magic. I left because your mother was having an affair with Ronald Weasley!"

"You are lying! You ar- !" She cut herself off.

He was looking at her, hard at her face, waiting for her reaction. He was a trained liar; he had to be good at it. But, he… He had to be lying… He just… He wasn't telling the truth? Right? Or was he being honest…?

"What?" She whispered, for the first time the whole talk, she looked up at him completely in the eyes and searched them, the same eyes she had seen in the mirror every day of her life.

"She didn't love me. She always loved him."

"You mean Anna's and Hannah's father? She couldn't have. They were born only six months after me… He would have been with Lavender."

"You have to believe me."

"I don't… I don't have to believe anyone! And I don't! I don't believe you. I don't believe anyone! I just. Professor, I need to leave." Drea didn't wait for an answer. She just left quickly.

Draco shook his, regretting the conversation. He never should have told her about Hermione. He never should have said anything.

"Um, excuse me, sir?" A snobby tone rang out from beside the door. He jerked his head up, slightly unnerved by the sudden appearance of the girl. "Oh, yes, Miss Zabini?" He said as he looked up at the girl.

"Mr. Draco, you know no one's here. You can call me Claire." She said, making her way into the office. "I have known you forever." With a plop, she fell back on the green couch.

"Hardly forever." He scoffed looking down at the girl. "What can I help you with, Clair?"

"Nothing. Daddy wanted me to check up on you, that's all." She smiled at him, doing her best impression of innocence. "Besides, he said that you two were supposed to meet at some pub tonight?"

"Clair, what do you want?"

The girl dropped the facade, "I need a better owl, and don't want to wait for one, just bring it back with you, would you?"

"Clair, I am not getting your father to buy you an owl."

"Sure you won't. Tell him I want a fast one, that won't bite me. Oh, and can he be black?" The man glared at the girl. He had known her since she was just a baby. Though he had never been to particularly found of the girl, her parents had been good friends with him, and he had wanted a child to replace Drea. Clair had been a rude, stuck up child much like himself, so he resented her for it, but, eventually over the years, he had made a relationship with the child. "Oh, and Mr. Draco, I was just wondering why the Granger-garbage was in here? Did you give her detention for running out of class?"

"You will not speak of her like that. And no, I was making sure she was okay. Now get out of my sight child, your next class will be soon." He pointed feebly at the door. The dark haired girl rolled her eyes, but left with her fathers inherited swagger.

*******

"Are you sure?" His voice echoed all around, thundering off every corner. Anger flashed through his eyes.

"I have reason to believe it is, sir." The young man replied, raising his eyebrows.

"If this is some kind of horrid joke, you will pay for this."

"I understand sir."

"If it's true, then you do know there will be complications. Your family may even be involved." He was testing the man, was he loyal?

"My family is you sir, and when your family is jeopardized, then so is mine."

"And so all the necessities will be dealt with immediately." The older man crossed his arms, his dark grey eyes flashing in the dark room. "Rid of the child before she becomes any more of a problem, and be sure that a warning message be delivered to my son. I will not have his past filth haunting over me any longer."

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