Authors note: Hi everyone, urgh been so busy lately and I can officially say that I am tired of snow. Only the first time I'm seeing it but yes I had enough. Okay that's enough ranting lets continue onward.

Summary: See Prologue for full summary

Warnings: Violence, bad language and BoyXBoy romance, self made spells, Oh and I'll just apologize beforehand. If any characters appear to be a bit OC sorry, since I am not the brilliant and talented J.K. Rowling I do not possess the ability to capture the true essence of the Harry Potter characters.

Disclaimer: Sniff sniff, I don't own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K Rowling and The Warner Brothers. I am simply playing around with the characters to satisfy my Drarry desires.

Thanks to:

Torse- Nooooo a typo, dam thought I had checked the chapters thoroughly, I'll try to correct it, it's going to be like finding a needle in a hay stack though haha. Thanks so much for the review, I'll try my best not to keep you on the edge of your seat for too long. ;)

Drarry4eva-Haha yes when will the fighting cease I wonder... Do you know how difficult it is to keep them fighting, especially Harry the inpatient git lol, love him for it though but I have to keep reigning him in. For this story it slowly develops but that is because of Draco's pride. It'll happen though so please keep reading. Thanks again.

natsuki23- I love Severus, and it's so fun to type his conversations, not sure why though. Oh oh you got it completely right, I'm so pleased that you noticed that Harry's magic reacted to the unknown entity. You have it spot on! :D Thanks soooooo much for the review, love em!

Chapter 10

Harry could hear faint whispers, his hand felt warm as something soft held onto it and as he opened his eyes he was met with a worried hazel gaze. Wavy chocolate hair tickled him as the strands brushed against his face. "Hey Hermione." Harry said softly.

"Oh Harry, I'm so glad that you're awake. We were so worried about you!" Harry sat up and squeezed her hand lightly, reassuring her that he was just fine. "How are you feeling, mate?" Ron asked, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, the other placed on Hermione's back. A kind smile broke out on his face as he saw the concerned faces of his friends. Even Neville, Luna, and Seamus were there, waving or nodding at him when his gaze fell on them. He was lying in one of the many beds of the Hospital Wing. Wait, the Hospital Wing?!

"God, Malfoy!?" Harry turned his head towards the bed that Draco had been in, his mind frantic. There was a light blue curtain surrounding the bed that was drawn shut and prevented Harry from seeing the state of the Slytherin boy.

"Harry, Malfoy is…" Before Hermione could finish; Harry leaped to his feet, his heart racing and rushed towards the curtains, ripping them open.

"Control yourself Potter!" Snape snapped as he pulled the raven haired youth away from the curtains. Harry started, as he had not noticed the Potions Professor. The irritated man had loomed from the shadows; quick and quietly. Harry stared at him with large and frightful eyes.

"Is he alright? Did it work? It had to work, right?" Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience had long since left him and it did not help that whatever had evicted him from his own winter wonderland had left him with a raging headache. It aggravated him, to think that he had been thrown out of his own creation as if he was the intruder. He had to wonder how the Gryffindor boy had returned without his assistance, especially in the panicked state that he was in. It should have been impossible.

"Malfoy is alright Harry dear, he only has a bit of a fever as an after effect, but his life is no longer in danger." Madam Pomfrey smiled at him warmly and Harry sighed with relief, his tense body unwinding. He returned to his own bed and sat on the mattress, the springs squeaking at him in exasperation.

"It's amazing Harry, the 'Magica potestatem transferre' spell is extremely advanced. Wizards spend years to perfect it! How did it feel to enter another wizard's magical core? Is it true that you can actually see the magical energy that surrounds you? How did you have to transfer energy?" Harry smiled as Hermione continued asking him all sort of questions, not leaving him a gap to actually answer her as she was in her own little world.

"How do you guys know about that?" Harry asked, curious to know when his friends had found out about the whole ordeal.

"Well since you never showed up for dinner, we assumed that something had happened with you and surely that Malfoy was involved." Seamus answered, laughing at Harry's glower. "Malfoy isn't always involved!" Harry huffed. The Irish boy lifted a dark eyebrow which was joined by a sideways smirk that completed his unconvinced look.

"Harry please, Malfoy is always involved." Harry stared in disbelief, ready to argue with the grinning boy that was relishing in mocking him, about complete nonsense. "His got a point, Harry. The ferret always seems to be mixed up with all your problems." Ron added and Harry couldn't help but feel betrayed that his best friend would agree with such a ridiculous statement.

"It's because the Contrarium Gobbles who favors Harry and follows him around, and the Ducit's who plague Draco has the potential to be either mates or hated enemies. The chaotic energy transfers between these two has the ability to affect other realities and is so affecting Harry and Draco's reality. It's quite fascinating to study them." Luna stated dreamily, her light blue eyes looking up thoughtfully, as if she was staring at something that none of the other occupants in the room could see. They all stared at her for a few seconds, never able to get use to the strange things that left the blond girl's mouth.

"Anyway…" Neville broke the awkward silence. "We started asking people if they've seen you. Luckily enough, when I went to ask Ginny, who was with Damian at that time, he told me that you were probably still with Malfoy in the Hospital Wing. After that we were pretty much informed of everything else that happened by Madam Pomfrey."

"Merlin, it hasn't even been a day with the Ferret back in class and already you have to save his arse!" Ron exclaimed, his freckled face flushed with frustration. The rest couldn't help but laugh as the red head ranted about pointy gits and endangered ferrets. Harry smiled at his friends that surrounded him, they chatted and laughed which warmed his heart.

"What would I do without you guys?" Harry murmured. Laughing as Ron wrapped an arm around him; complaining that Harry never brought him anything from the kitchens like he promised. A playful argument broke out between the group about the injustice of breaking such a promise. Harry glanced towards the drawn curtains which concealed Draco.

It struck the raven haired boy then. Nobody would come visit him; no one would come comfort him with meaningless arguments and joyous laughs. The Slytherin was completely alone. Harry felt a slight pang in his heart, he had known what loneliness was before he had come to Hogwarts. Now he had so many people he cared for and loved; people who cared and loved him in return.

Luna placed her hand gently on Harry's shoulder, and as his eyes locked with her deep cerulean ones, she gave him a sideways smile before her gaze moved towards the bed of the Slytherin Ice Prince. Harry had to smile at the strange girl. She had seen right through him and understood. "He is not alone Harry. Not anymore…" Her dreamlike voice was soft but reassuring. He grasped her small hand and smiled beautifully at her. "Yea, you're right…"

It wasn't long before Madam Pomfrey chased them out, declaring that if they could make so much noise, then Harry was well enough to leave. It was almost curfew so the group headed towards their common rooms. Harry yawned, it had been a tiring day and all he wanted to do was curl up in his soft warm bed and let sleep take him. As usual he was denied his small pleasures as a large hand grasped his shoulder harshly.

"Might I have a word with you, Potter" The potions master drawled. It was not a question, but more of a command. Harry waved at his friends, letting them know he would be up in just a bit. He turned towards the Slytherin head of house that was leaning against the wall, his eyebrows furrowed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Is it about what happened in that place you created, Professor?" Snape eyed him with a cool gaze and huffed slightly. "For once it seems you used that excuse of a brain of yours." Harry narrowed his eyes at the potions master, annoyed at the insult. "I am still unable to determine what that shadow like creature had been. All I am certain about is that it is something of great power. To be able to remove me from my own creation; such understanding of magical properties to be able reverse the very spell. No, it is not normal." Harry had to agree, the very thought of that creature sent shivers down his spine.

"It was that shadow that tried to kill Malfoy, right?" Snape smirked at him darkly as he nodded. "Without more knowledge or evidence, we are merely speculating, which is a waste of my time, Potter. I will research this further. What I want to know is how you escaped?" Harry couldn't help but grinning devilishly at the annoyed Professor. Relishing in the fact that he had broken free of the man's very own creation which seemed to aggravate the Slytherin. "A small Dragon showed me the way." Harry stated cheerfully, blinking innocently up at Snape.

Snape stiffened; his eyes large as he watched the Gryffindor boy. "You met him…" Harry nodded slowly, quite unnerved. He had never seen the Potions Master in shock; his voice was soft but icy. "Yea I did, after you disappeared, I heard a child's voice. When I followed it I saw a small boy, he was crying and frightened. I couldn't just leave without helping him, not that I knew how to leave anyway, so we started talking and he told me the spell to leave that place. The spell you taught him…" Harry could still remember how the boy had cringed away from him, the fear in his large eyes as he talked about them, people he wished not to return to. "Who is he, Professor?"

"My dragon, my son…" The potions masters' voice was firm, as if he was trying to confirm that statement to the world. He smirked at Harry, whose mouth hung open wide with astonishment. "Close your mouth Potter, your intelligence is already questionable, please don't act like some primitive primate as well. If it eases your puny mind, he is not my biological son." Harry closed his mouth, confused. "Wait so his not your real son?"

"That is what is meant by biologically, Potter. No but he is still my son." Harry cringed at the look the professor gave him; daring the Gryffindor to argue with him. Harry could understand though, Sirius was like a father to him when he was still alive, even though they weren't blood related and Misses Weasley was like his mother.

"I understand, Professor. Is there any way for me to return to that place?" Snape eyed him suspiciously, and Harry fidgeted under his gaze. "It's just… I promised him that I would go visit him and Sola again. I never break my promises Professor" The potions master pinched the bridge of his nose once again, his head still ached and he was tired. That must have been the only reason he relented. "There is a way, since you have already been within the boundaries of the dreamscape, it would be easy for you to return. The gateway has already been created in your mind; you only need to open it to be able to enter that world through your dreams."

"How will I open the gateway?" Harry asked excitedly. The thought of being able to return to that snowy landscape made him giddy with delight. "The same way you opened the gateways to Draco's magical core. The principles stay the same, only now, you must focus on entering your own mind."

"Now if you'll excuse me." Snape lifted himself from the wall, about to leave, but stopped to glare at the Gryffindor. "One more thing, Potter; don't you dare hurt my Dragon!" The words were hissed with such venom that Harry actually felt a shiver down his spine. He watched as the man strode down the hallways, his footsteps echoing off the walls. "Wouldn't dream of it…" Harry whispered; smiling at the irony of that statement. No pun intended.

hdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhd

A few weeks passed without incident, as everybody was too busy with their schoolwork. All the professors decided now was the ideal time to overload their students with essays and tasks. Harry was sure it was some kind of challenge between the instructors, seeing who could give their students the most work.

"This is bloody unfair!" Ron complained as he stuffed his face with scrambled eggs and bacon; Hermione watching him with disgust as her boyfriend spoke with his mouth full. "Now, Ronald, they are simply preparing us for our NEWT's which I would like to inform you both we will be writing in the end of the term." She eyed her best friends with a stern hazel gaze before she returned to the book she was reading. "Easy for you to say, you have Harry as a potions partner, not some Slytherin Ferret!" Ron choked as a small piece of bacon lodged itself in his wind pipe, in revenge for his poor comrades who were now being digested. Harry patted him on his back in a weak attempt to help, chuckling behind his hand at his redheaded friend.

"Oh shush, Malfoy is quite serious when it comes to his Potion grades, so I am sure you will pass just fine Ron, just ignore his arrogance and complaining and you'll live." Hermione said in a matter of fact tone of voice, not really sympathizing with her lazy boyfriend.

"That's the problem Hermione, if he is his annoying Slytherin self, I would know what to do. I know how to handle the pointy git, but during potions he's like someone else!" Both Harry and Hermione stared at him with confusion.

"It's not just potions mate, he's been acting very different lately." Seamus joined in, the Irish boy smirking as everybody stared at him in exasperation, he enjoyed surprising them. He had been keeping his eye on the blond Slytherin. "What do you mean by different?" Hermione asked, determined to know all the details she had missed.

"He's distant, quiet, very withdrawn and cold; it's as if he has isolated himself from the rest of the world. Very unnerving to say the least, he hasn't insulted anyone nor given one of his famous foul looks." The group was silent as the information sunk in, Ron nodding in agreement, happy to have one up on his super smart bookworm of a girlfriend.

"When we're brewing a potion, he barely speaks, only when necessary, like when he tells me how to cut something or when to add something… I haven't done so well in potions ever and that is what is creeping me out. We're supposed to fight, to argue you know." Ron shuddered dramatically, as Seamus laughed at him. Harry stared at them, lost in thought, before a hand on his shoulder ripped him from his own musings. Chocolate brown eyes stared at him with concern, long red hair escaping from where it had previously been tucked away behind an ear and Harry couldn't help but smile at the lifted eyebrow which was scolding him for not noticing her sooner.

"Hey, Ginny! Sorry bout that. When did you get here?" She smiled at him, forgiving him instantaneously. "Just now; been calling you for a while now though. Ignore much." She crossed her arms in mock hurt, but the smile on her face ruined the whole antic. He gave her a sideways hug in apology, begging for forgiveness with tearful eyes as he played along.

"Ahh I leave you alone for a minute and already the men have their arms around you." Damian said with a gentle smile on his face. "Simply irresistible, isn't she Potter" He winked at the raven haired boy as he laughed. "Definitely, you should be worried that someone might snatch her up someday." Ginny glared at Harry, about to berate him that she could handle herself, but was interrupted. "Hmmm yes I should worry; the poor souls would probably need medical attention after she is done with them. Her bat-bogey hex has transcended the realm of us mere mortals and is now on a level of divine retribution." He grinned evilly at her as she smirked back. "Hell yea!"

Harry couldn't help, but snicker at the pair. No wonder Ginny liked him so much, they were perfect together. Ron stiffened besides Harry as he noticed the Slytherin standing next to his sister. "What is he doing here?" Hermione sighed as she tried to calm her aggravated boyfriend. "Escorting milady to her friends as well as returning something to Potter here." Damian turned towards Harry, and it was only then that the Gryffindor noticed the two cups of hot chocolate in his hands.

"You forgot these; strangely enough they were still there this morning; apparently the house elves didn't feel like cleaning that room." Harry stared at the steaming cups, slowly taking them from the boy. He had completely forgotten about them and the mosaic room.

"I'm so sorry about the room; you said that it was important to you." Harry felt forlorn as he remembered the beautiful mosaic artwork that coated the ceiling and now it was destroyed. Damian shook his head slightly, a sad smile on his face. "It's not like you were responsible for it, Potter. It could always be fixed over time." The rest of the group stared at them as they had their one-sided conversation. Confused and extremely lost. Harry hadn't yet explained to his friends what had happened even though they had asked him multiple times. He decided that they deserved to know, so he cast the Muffliato charm around them, not trusting the many ears that surrounded them and then told them the whole story.

"Bloody hell…" Ron muttered when Harry had finished. "Please don't tell anybody else yet." Harry whispered to them. The group nodded in agreement, which Harry was grateful for. He didn't want that information to spread around. "I will do some research about this Harry, even for wizards standards, that's not normal."

"Well, we have determined that everything about Malfoy isn't normal. Merlin you'd think after seven years we would know more about him." Seamus sighed as he stretched. "It's not like we were friends, Seamus. Why would we know him better?" The Irish boy shook his head in disappointment. "Being enemies means you have to know them as good as any friend you have, Harry." Damian nodded in agreement, which shocked everybody. A Slytherin agreeing with a Gryffindor. The apocalypse is coming! Oh, wait, Voldemort is already dead. Crisis averted. "It is common knowledge among Slytherin's, that you should know every single detail of your enemy. Knowing their weaknesses and strong points ensure that you can devise a perfect plan to manipulate and destroy them…"

"Alright so we all agree that the Ferret is a bloody mystery, that still doesn't explain why he's been acting all weird." Ron huffed, still irritated with Damian's presence. "How is Draco acting strangely?" The blue eyed Slytherin asked, as the group gaped at Damian's bold use of the Malfoy heir's given name. "You know he is acting all distant and quiet…" Harry answered the younger boy. Damian looked at him, shaking his head in confusion. "As far as I know he, is being his normal self; the infamous Slytherin Ice Prince."

"Damian, that's just what the Slytherin's called him. It doesn't mean anything." Hermione stated; her brow furrowed as she thought about what he had said. Damian smiled sadly at the Gryffindor group. "You really think so, I've been dreaming of meeting Draco Malfoy for most of my life. As a Slytherin myself; I should know that titles are given to those who deserve them, no matter what others think. Slytherin's hold pride over anything else, so a title made of lies hold no meaning. He was named the Ice Prince because of his detached nature. He was silent, never speaking unless it was needed and cold. In ways he was unapproachable and emotionless, which made him frightening. He ruled the Slytherin House with fear and admiration of his stoic ways."

Harry and his friends stared at him in disbelief, unable to place their image of the blond Slytherin, to the explanation that Damian had given them. "Are you sure were talking about the same bloke?" Ron asked.

"The only time he acted differently was when he faced your group of Gryffindor's, especially you Potter. I don't know why, but the only time he shows any emotions is when he fights with you." Damian stared at Harry with a sorrowful gaze, his dark blue eyes holding many secrets. "So, thank you." And with those final words, he kissed Ginny on the cheek and walked towards his own table. Harry stared at his back, trying to figure out what he had meant. "God, everything's so confusing!" He exclaimed as he slammed his head against the table.

hdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhd

Draco couldn't take it anymore. No matter where he went people stared at him with hate and disgust, couldn't they just concentrate on their own fucking lives? He clenched his fists as once again he tumbled to the ground, as a tripping jinx was cast his way. He growled as his hands and knees were raw with graze marks as the rough stone clawed at his skin. He continued on his way, wishing for the millionth time that he had his wand. How he would enjoy torturing those idiots who dare treat him like this. Oh how he would relish in his revenge.

He hadn't even taken a few steps when he heard the spell cast "Diffindo" Draco clutched his bag, but he hadn't been quick enough as his books tumbled to the ground.A large rip decorated the bottom of his black leather book bag. The blond Slytherin glowered at the snickering group behind him. Their leader puffing his chest out with confidence as his little followers cheered and complimented him.

He was a Slytherin sixth year, with a butch build, perfect trimmed amber hair and boring brown eyes. To the female populace he might seem attractive with his strong chin and muscular arms, but to Draco he looked like nothing more than a cliche Greek hero bordering on barbarian. He only needed a sword and shield, while wearing a much to short tunic, with the wind blowing his hair for dramatic effect, to complete the image. The silver eyed boy couldn't help but smile at the thought. If Draco remembered correctly the excuse for a life form was named Heiden Vollmacht.

"Think you dropped something, death eater…" He drawled in his rough German accent, rolling his r's with distaste. Draco couldn't believe his ears, was that supposed to be a snarky comment or a snide remark. How revolting, to think my Slytherin house have sunken so low to allow themselves to be led by an unintellectual, uncreative and simply put uninteresting individual. Draco shook his head in disappointment as Heiden's lackeys laughed. How Severus would cringe to see how the intelligence of the Slytherin's have dwindled.

Draco ignored them as he bended down to pick up his fallen books and soothing the crumpled pages of the innocent text books. Heiden seemed to take his lack of response as an ego boost. With the added overconfidence, he stepped forward and standing right behind his target, he loomed over Draco. "You bend over like a perfect little bitch, don't you." He hissed in Draco's ear, loud enough for his insignificant minions to hear. He slapped the blond on his ass, before he pushed him over, laughing as he stepped on Draco's right arm. "What was that, bitch? Did you say something?"

"Get your filthy low-class foot of my person, you sickening excuse of a pure blood." Heiden cringed slightly at the cold, detached tone of the skinny boy beneath him. Those silver eyes piercing his very heart; freezing it with that emotionless gaze. The large Slytherin hadn't even notice that he had automatically removed his foot as the blond lifted himself from the ground, never breaking eye contact.

Heiden was caught in those eyes, unable to look away and frozen in place. "Remove your useless carcass and those arse licking underlings of yours from my sight." As if the spell was broke Heiden looked at his followers and back again, not sure what to do. His small amount of courage gave in as Draco narrowed his gaze, revealing his perfect white teeth as he snarled threateningly. "T-This isn't over, death eater scum." Heiden staggered shoving Draco to the side as he stormed past, his obedient little minions scurrying after him like the rats they were.

"Dare that grimy little scumbag touch my perfect arse like that, fucking bastard." Draco mumbled as he returned to the task of picking up his school things. He heard a light giggle next to him, which he intended to ignore, if the person hadn't decided to sit next to him and help him gather his belongings. "Why do you always appear in a time like this, are you stalking me little miss loony." Luna gave him one of her sideways smiles, pointing her wand at his torn bag.

"I just follow the Scelers; they do seem to like you quite a bit." Draco stared at her, his mouth slightly ajar with disbelief. He was still pondering on what the Ravenclaw had said, that he failed to notice as she fixed his bag with a 'Reparo'. He grabbed the bag, clutching the leather sack to his chest as he glared at her. The Slytherin was about to tell her to mind her own business, but she interrupted him. "Told you I'd help out, even if you didn't ask for it"

Luna smiled at him as he pouted like a child; jaw tightened and slightly raised with his arms crossed. He muttered something about how dare she interrupt him and that Malfoy's should never be ignored. She laughed softly at his childishness. "Now, show me your hands." Draco wanted to fight for his dignity, but his hands ached and complained too much with pain for him to be able to refuse her help. "Maybe you could get rid of those godforsaken Scelers of yours as well. Perhaps then you'll leave me in peace." She simply shook her head as she healed him, her light blond hair swaying with the motion. "Scelers tend to latch themselves to people with regrets, so you'll have to get rid of them yourself." Draco huffed with annoyance. As if I can do that.

"There we go, all done." She beamed at him, far too cheerful for his liking. Did it really make her so happy to heal him? He would never understand her crazy nature. He flexed his hands experimentally, sighing with relief as there was no pain. "You're quite skilled, for a low-class witch." She tucked her wand behind her ear as Draco examined his hands.

"Oh I'm used to it. People use to pick on me quite a bit you see, so a guess it became second nature to cast healing charms." Draco felt a pang of guilt for the girl before him, he had been one those people, but that had been simply because she had the audacity to associate herself with Potter.

"At least something good came out of it." He said, startling himself with how gentle his voice sounded. Though the smile she gave him made him allow it for this one time only.

"You handled yourself really well before, you know." She added as they started walking down the hallway together, which had become a usual thing these days, to Draco uttermost horror. "As if I'd let those undignified and nauseating band of Slytherin wanabe's walk all over me. Dare they challenge me or even touch me. Merlin if I had my wand they would wither with the most excruciating pain imaginable." Draco ranted more to himself than to the Ravenclaw girl next to him, though she seemed amused by his outburst.

"Legal of course" He waved dismissively at her when he notice her stare as he revealed his torturous plans. "Even the Gryffindor's have more tact, Merlin how I'm ashamed to share the same house as them." Luna giggled at him as Draco faked a shiver, throwing his hair dramatically. "Do you always talk to yourself like that?" She asked curiously, amused by his antics.

"Only intellectual conversation I'll be getting so would you mind, it's rude to interrupt." Luna couldn't help but laugh at him which only caused the Slytherin to stare at her with exasperation. "I question your upbringing, since you lack some decent manners." He mumbled. She patted him on the back which made him clench his fists. "I'll see you tomorrow then, I suppose. Have a good day." Draco stared as the strange girl skipped past him, her hands clasped behind her. "See you tomorrow" he whispered softly, rubbing his palms and slowly moving forward towards his next class. That is if I live to see tomorrow…

Draco had noticed many things with his return to Hogwarts, how he could feel the very life of the castle, how he could hear the voice of the ancient building and worst of all, how he could sense its excessive loathing towards him. His meager tormentors, with their first year magic skills, were the least of his worries. The Malfoy heir was no idiot, especially when it involved himself and his magic. Draco Malfoy knew he had a much greater problem, which was Hogwarts itself.

Being bonded to the Malfoy Manor was one thing, but a bonding with the all ancient and powerful Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a completely different story, especially since said building wished for nothing more than his demise.

"I should have chosen Azkaban…" Draco sighed as the walls around him growled ferociously. "Oh shut up! I didn't ask for your opinion" Draco hissed. As he stepped forward though, a single stone tile slipped out from under his foot, causing Draco to land on his regal behind. He could feel the stones beneath him trembling. "Great, now it's fucking chuckling at me. Good for nothing little…"

"Ah Malfoy, are you alright?" Draco started as suddenly the rocks beneath him warmed, vibrating gently almost as if it was purring. He glowered at the temperamental stone. The Malfoy heir didn't even need to look around to know who had asked him such a ridiculous question. Just great, even the fucking building loves the Gryffindor Golden Boy.

He glared at the group of Gryffindors, as he smoothed down his rumpled robes, snarling at the annoying material that didn't want to remain perfectly straight. If only he had his wand, then a simple robe-straightening charm could take care of the problem instantly. A slight cough from his onlookers reverted his attention back to them.

"May I help you?" He asked coolly, the warmth of annoyance already starting to rise within him as his gaze met with bright emeralds. "Geez, he only asked you if you were alright you glorified prat. The least you could do is show some of that highly esteemed upbringing of yours and show some civility." Ginny announced from behind him. He gritted his teeth as the Weaslette challenged him with her eyes. The Slytherin had to count his breathing to calm himself down.

"It is considered quite rude to ask of such courtesy from me, if you; from such a frowned upon family, haven't the slightest bit of etiquette to call me upon my given title; followed by your concerns of my upbringing, then ending with an adequate inquiry, where I am able to answer you with some reverence. If you could not follow simple pure blood protocol I believe your request is invalid, and thus denied. My deepest apologies." Draco bowed his head slightly, faking gallantry as he smirked at the redheaded girl. Ginny was beyond furious and would have exploded if not for the arm that wrapped itself around her. Cool hands caressing the hair back that had fallen in her face, soothing and comforting her.

"I must say Draco, I'm really impressed. Most of the well-regarded pure bloods families these days do not follow even the simplest Pure Blood Protocols anymore. So it is true that the Malfoy family is one of the few Pure Blood families that follow the traditional 'la cría pura sangre." Damian stared at him, his dark blue eyes glistening with admiration and awe. Draco didn't know how to react to such pure praise and couldn't help, but take a step back from the group as the unknown situation frightened him.

"The la cría pura sangre? I have never heard about such a thing." Hermione chipped in, her knowledge-seeking curiosity kicking in. Both Draco and Damian turned to look at her as if saying 'of course not' "It is an ancient way how pure blooded wizards use to be raised. Tutors, mentors or caretakers would be given a book that is tied to the blood of the pure blood family it belongs to. This book would only reveal its content when there is an heir that is in need of its guidance. The child is taught everything they know from this book, how to walk, talk, sit and act. Manners and etiquette even how they should think; every move they make is crafted into them from this single book. Most families have lost these tomes and thus it had become an extinct custom." Hermione couldn't hide the excitement that came from learning something new about the Wizarding world, she would love to know more about this magical book, how it is made to only display it context when an heir needed to be raised, such complicated and ancient traditions. Hermione was finding herself more drawn to the ancient pure blood ways and was determined to study more about it.

"That's just crazy isn't it, being molded like that from some old-time book." Harry crossed his arms; he could not believe that purebloods raised their children through a single book. The raven haired Gryffindor couldn't help the aversion he felt. Children should be raised by their parents with love and care, not some emotionless piece of parchment. Children were not some kind of tool that needed to be programmed; they should be shown affection, should be scolded and then hugged. No wonder they were all messed up. "How can parents allow such a thing? It's just wrong." Harry shuddered as he thought of how it must feel to be raised like that. He knew first-hand how it felt to be raised without love, to be raised to act in a certain way. His entire childhood was spent following the absolute rules of the Dursleys, with no love or affection, only expectations and demands. He would never wish that upon any child and had sworn to raise his own children differently.

Ron clasped his shoulder nodding in agreement. "I know, mate. I mean I come from a pure blood family, but you don't see my mum and dad using some book to raise us all. Bloody mad if you ask me." They laughed at the absurdity of it all, failing to notice Draco quivering with rage; his face flushed with the heat of his anger, tinting his pale cheeks a dark pink. How dare they insult his family like that! The nerve of these worthless mudbloods, half breeds and blood traitors; laughing at those who are far more superior and questioning their higher education and teachings. He stepped towards the source of his anger, approaching the laughing fools.

"What would you know…" The Slytherin hissed. "I don't see any of you with children of your own, so please tell me how you know the best method to raise a young wizard. A book is much more trustworthy as its context doesn't change like human emotion or thoughts. It's logical and precise. Perfect…" Draco couldn't even see past the rage in his mind, he was shaking, his legs felt wobbly as he stepped forward. "Perfect…" He repeated in a soft whisper. Raised like a puppet weren't you Draco. Molded and crafted into perfection. A faultless little marionette; dancing to every tune your creators play for you. Always being led by the strings that complete you; so graceful and beautiful yet broken; you hid the cracks so well even your creators could not see them, see how they spread until you shattered into many little pieces… so disappointing. How your parents must mourn such imperfection, such disgrace. But I'll fix you…my little puppet.

He started snickering softly, almost hysterically and the sound sent shivers down the Gryffindors' spines. Harry took a step back as the blond neared him; his eyes hidden behind a curtain of platinum hair. "Nothing more than what is needed, nothing wasted, just enough not to break it… Must be perfect, must be flawless, or else it's useless…" The blond Slytherin started muttering under his breath. Harry noticed the Slytherin boy's shoulders trembling and he was about to reach out to the blond but stopped as the dull grey eyes gazed past him. "Damaged…" He whispered. Harry's mind flashed to a scene from his past.

A small boy sat in a desolate park, slowly pushing himself backwards and forwards on a swing, a curtain of dark, rain streaked hair hung in his face, hiding dead green eyes. The small, fragile shoulders trembled and the thin, pale hands clenched around the swing.The tinychild, barely in preschool, sat completely alone as a trickle of blood was washed off his face by the rain. His uncle had been in one of his moods again.

Harry snapped out of the depressing and forgotten memory, his attention focused solely on the swaying blond. Time seemed to pass in slow motion as Damian jumped forward, covering Draco's eyes with a hand, the other holding Draco in place as he struggled against the younger boy's hold. He whispered in French to the scrawny boy in his hold, his voice gentle and soothing. Damian glared at Harry and Ron, and they flinched at the fierce look. "Please leave, all of you!" Ron was about to argue, but was stopped as Ginny tugged at his sleeve. "Not now Ron" She growled at him, dragging him behind her as she left. Harry glanced back once more before joining them.

"What the hell, Ginny! Just cuz he's your boyfriend doesn't mean he can order us around like that! That good for nothing Slytherin!" Ron complained. Ginny glared at her infuriating brother, trying to restrain herself not to mutilate him. "Go ahead, insult Damian one more time, I dare you!" She spat at him, satisfied to see her brother clench his jaw tightly as he caught the threat. Ron wasn't the most intelligent wizard, but he was smart enough to know when to back down. Especially if you were up against your little sister who knew some nasty hexes, no doubt all thanks to their mischievous twin siblings.

"And Harry don't you dare try to sneak away, Damian said to leave them alone." Harry flinched, blushing impishly as he was caught with one foot still in the air. For what he felt was the millionth time he cursed his curious nature, his body felt on edge and wanted to do nothing more than dash towards the Slytherins that had chased them away. "But, Gin…"

"No but's Harry, unless you want yours hexed" Harry sighed, glancing longingly to the hallway they had come from. Hermione shoved him slightly, to distract him and he had to smile as he saw her look back just as curious as him. "Not easy is it?" He asked her as he hooked his arm in hers, leading her away. She shook her head, smiling knowingly at him. "No wonder you always end up in trouble, it is definitely difficult to resist the urge." Harry chuckled at her, poking her side with his free hand. "Resistance is futile; soon you'll succumb to it and end up just like me." Harry chuckled evilly, receiving a slap on his arm.

"Class is about to begin, so we should meet up later today okay. I'll ask Damian to join us if he's up for it. Maybe he'll tell you how Malfoy is…" Ginny announced after a while. Harry and Hermione couldn't help but smile excitedly at the prospect of feeding their curiosity. Ron simply huffed, ignoring his friends' enthusiasm. "Don't get your hopes up though, Damian is not the type to get angry easily, yet he seemed royally pissed because of you two." She pointed a finger at Harry and Ron accusingly, shaking her head as they stared back at her unashamedly unaware of what they had done. "What did we do?" Ron asked flabbergasted, peeved that he was being blamed for something he couldn't even remember. She spun around to them, her hair whipping about like a flaming cloak from the momentum , complimenting her burning gaze that seemed to scorch them to a blackened piece of charcoal on the stone floor. "Try thinking for yourselves for once!" She roared, spinning on her heel as she marched away from them.

Harry and Ron shared a look of confusion before turning towards Hermione, begging her to explain. "Really, what would you two do without me" She sighed, giving up when they simply shrugged and grinned innocently at her. Why she loved them so much was a mystery. "You insulted the ancient way in which pure bloods are raised, mocked their education and laughed at their tradition. To Malfoy, who holds great pride in his pureblood heritage, of course he would be enraged by you two insulting it like that." Harry and Ron stared at her for a while before they understood what she was trying to tell them. "But 'Mione it's not right, being raised like that, it's as if they're programming a machine" Harry stated, unable to contain himself. He couldn't imagine treating a child like that, so emotionless.

He had grown up with people who hated him but at least he knew how they felt for him. They taught him to appreciate the smallest of things through their cruelty and he had grown to become a better person, determined to be nothing like them. He hated them but was grateful to them, for he wouldn't have become the Harry Potter he was today without the lessons he had learned from them. But with them, how would the children know what their parents felt for them, if they were raised by a book.

"I know Harry and I agree with you, but you should remember that Malfoy comes from a really conserved pure blood family, he doesn't know of anything else, but what he had been taught to believe." Hermione smiled sadly at him, she knew that with Harry's childhood it was difficult to accept something like this.

"Come on, mate. Don't want to get a detention from Professor McGonagall again." Ron slung his arm around Harry's neck, grabbing Hermione's hand as he lead his friends down the hallway to their Transfiguring Classroom. "There is plenty of time to act all serious later."

hdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhd

"Calmez-vous, tout va bien." (calm down everything is alright.) Someone was speaking to him.

"Vous n'êtes pas cassé ou endommagé" ( you're not broken or damaged) The person was stroking his hair soothingly as he spoke with such a gentle and soft voice. So familiar, almost like Maman's but different…

"Son bien, tout va bien" (It's alright, everything is okay) Draco could feel himself calming down, just focusing on the comforting voice.

"Détendez-vous, respirez juste" (Relax, just breathe) Draco couldn't help but huff at that, really now, what else would he be doing. He shook his head figuratively as he pitied the poor detached voices acumen. Snorting at himself for such a thought, sympathising with disembodied voices was a sign of madness. Must be my Black Blood acting up.

"Well someone's feeling better." Damian laughed, releasing Draco from his hold as the Malfoy heir started struggling violently. "Who asked you to interfere?" The blond spat as he dusted of his robes, lips pressed in a firm line as he struggled to keep his cheeks from shading pink in his shame. "My consciousness…" Damian answered cheekily as he ruffled Draco's hair, causing said boy too go crazy with outrage. He snapped at the younger Slytherin fingers, as he held on to the taller boy's wrist, glaring at the blue eyed youth's free hand, which was trying to attack his platinum blond hair once again.

"Don't you dare touch my perfect flaxen hair with your Gryffindor tainted hands." Draco snarled as he avoided the atrocious limb that neared his head. Damian couldn't help but laugh as Draco berated him, about traitorous Slytherins and disrespectful lowerclassmen. "Happy to see the old Draco hasn't completely vanished." Draco stared at the excuse of a Slytherin before him, he didn't even know him yet he had the nerve of talking as if they had been best friends. Draco pushed him away, satisfied as the honey colored hair boy stumbled slightly. He lifted his chin, feeling smug with his small victory.

"As if anybody could defeat Draco Malfoy." Damian smiled at the skinny blond, watching as the Slytherin Prince strode pasts him, spine straight, arms tuck neatly by his sides with his head lifted faintly in a kingly attitude. The high class posture so enforced since birth that it had become natural. "Of course not, that would be intolerable." Damian added as he followed the Malfoy heir, enjoying the fact that he could walk comfortably next to his upperclassman. You might not remember me Draco, but you're my hero. I will always remain loyal to you alone my prince.

To be continued...

HDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHDHD

Please review! I'm on my knees!

Word Meanings-

Contrarium ducit: means opposites attracts in Latin and that is where the Contrarium gobbles and Ducit's Luna is talking about come from.

La cría pura sangre – Means pure blood rearing in Latin.