Draven wasn't in a very good mood the next day. He was forced awake by a series of shakes and hollers and he almost cursed the person standing over him until he remembered where he was. "What is it?" He asks, irritated by the red heads rudeness.

Ron frowned. "We're late for class, Draven." He grabbed a piece of parchment off his own bed and thrust it at Draven. "Here is you timetable and as you can see Transfiguration is first and we are currently fifteen bloody minutes late! I've been trying to wake you for the past hour! I didn't even get breakfast!" He grumbled.

Draven frowned and quickly slid out of bed. He grabbed his already laid out clothes and threw them on. He would adjust them on the way. "Ok then. Lets get moving. Do you know where the room is?" He stopped before he stepped out of the boys dorm.

With a shake of the head, Ron paled. "Mum is going to kill me! I'm late for class on the first day!" He let out a groan but followed Draven out. "I hope it won't be too hard to find." He stepped passed Draven and headed down the stairs and through the common room.

Draven followed the other boy. "Lets pray to Merlin that we won't be in too much trouble." He stepped out into the hallway and looked around. "I think we should go this way." He pointed to the left and took off in a jog. He knew perfectly well where all the rooms were but this was a little test to see what his new friend would do. Would he try and find the room on his own or trust him to do it. The result was to his liking.

Ron nodded and took off in a jog also. All he could think about was how much trouble he was going to be in. He really didn't want to get a howler. That would be so embarrassing. He stopped and rested a hand against the wall, catching his breath. They had been jogging all over the castle and still hadn't found the right room. "This is hopeless! I'm dead! Mum is going to kill me!"

Draven rested against the opposite wall and nodded. "Our next class is Potions. I think we went through the dungeon already so it shouldn't be too hard to find." He turned and headed back towards the dungeons.

"You mean that we're not going to our Transfiguration class?" Ron asked as he fell into step with Draven.

"We were already late for one class and it's apparent that we are not going to find it so why bother being late for the next one?" Draven said with a shrug.

Ron blinked then grinned. "Wicked idea, mate. I've never cut class before. My parents are going to have my head."

Draven stopped once they got outside the potions classroom and sunk to the floor to wait. "I never really got to know my parents. They both died when I was young. The Malfoy's took me in after my mother died five years ago. I'm Lucius's nephew by means of his brother, Marcus, he died when I was a baby. The Malfoys' treat me like their own son and sometimes people think that Draco and I are twins. I don't know how. We look completely the opposite of each other. But I do see Draco as a brother, we're as close as siblings, I'm sure." He fell silent, giving the impression that he was lost in memory.

Ron nodded and sunk to the floor beside his friend. "I never knew the Malfoy's cared for anything. My father is always telling me how bad Lucius Malfoy is. How he works for You-Know-Who and all of that nonsense. The whole lot of them are bad, he says."

Draven blinked and tilted his head to the side as he watched his friend. "I can assure you that as long as I've been a member of the Malfoy family, there has been no dealings between them and You-Know-Who. Their just a normal pureblooded wizarding family. Much like yours, I suspect."

"My father says that they only like pureblooded witches and wizards. Is that true?" Ron was curious about Draven's home life.

"I'm not really as pureblooded as my cousin. My father was the eldest Malfoy so he was pureblooded, but I don't think my mother was. She never really talked about her family but I got that impression from her. But they still treat me like an equal so...I would say that they are pretty open when it comes to your blood." Draven stated. He knew that was a lie. He was the only half blood that they would even consider treating like family. And after Voldemort acknowledged him as his heir, then his status would change greatly. But until then he would be a half blood. He didn't want to think about that for too long, it always made his mood rather foul.

They sat there in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They only came back to the present when the door of the potion room opened and a group of seventh years came bolting out. Both boys stood and entered, still not saying a word to each other. Professor Snape was slightly shocked to see the two Gryffindors enter the room so early but seeing that one of them was Draven, he wasn't surprised. Draven always had a thirst for knowledge and was very good at potion making. "Hello Draven, Weasley." He kept his voice void of all emotions.

Draven smiled at his favorite Professor before taking a seat towards the front. He also noted that Ron sat with him. The boy was even more trusting that he first imagined. He would be a very good candidate for serving Voldemort. "Hello sir. How was your summer?"

"It was very interesting, young Malfoy. I hope you and Mr. Malfoy steered clear of all forms of trouble?" Snape said, referring to the little incident with Watson.

Draven smirked then nodded. "Yes, sir. We stayed clear of everything. I spent most of my time in our room while Draco flew around outside on his broom." He adopted an innocent look.

"Your not a very good liar, Draven. I know that you can't keep your feet on the ground for very long. So I'm assuming that both of you got into everything that you could, trouble included?" Snape said, copying Draven's innocent look.

Ron watched the scene between Draven and the most hated Professor in the school. He couldn't help but smile. Maybe Professor Snape was somewhat human after all. But his musings were cut short as the students began to file in and Snape slipped back into Professor mode.

The class seemed to drag on and on. Snape managed to take fifty points from Gryffindor house while giving his own house fifty. But he steered clear of Draven and Ron when taking those points away. He knew that the young dark lord to be was on a mission and assumed that the Weasley boy was apart of it so he just kept his distance. He was more than happy to dismiss them after giving them a three foot essay on the uses of Mungroot. He just prayed to Merlin that young Draven knew what he was getting into.

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