Time for Draco to make more of an appearance don't you think?

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The little minx, sassing me in front of the headmaster like that, I should spank her for her insolence next time I get her alone. Feeling quite pleased at that promising thought I sought out the attention of the headmaster.

'Dumbledore I have spoken to Draco, the good news is that Draco has not inherited his fathers taste for rape and torture. He has no desire to seek our Hermione and follow through on the Dark Lords orders. He seemed extremely troubled and ill at the thought. I have managed to formulate with him a plan to make it seem that we are both working on making the Dark Lords plan a reality. This will buy him and us some time before Draco's deadline'.

'And the bad news Severus?'

'He has no trust for me headmaster, I doubt I could gain enough trust to encourage him to defect to the order. Apparently I've played my part too well'.

'I am not surprised by this, the boy is scared and feeling quite alone I would imagine. I will seek out the boy and lay the groundwork in his mind to approach you.'

'That would be helpful headmaster, as the leader of the light I want him to feel like he can approach you if defecting was something he was considering'.

'Yes sometimes I think my focus on Harry has blinded me to the opportunities I may have lost with those in the Slytherin house'.

'Many of those were already lost through powers outside our control… Headmaster what were you discussing with Miss Granger?'.

'Not you Severus if thats what you were worried about, we were talking about Harry'.

'Potter? what trouble has the boy found himself in now?'

'Miss Granger was concerned about Harry's state of mind, given their relationship it is entirely understandable'.

Relationship? Potter and Granger? Surely not… She's never mentioned any romantic relationship with Potter. Well you haven't exactly been having long conversations with her have you? You've been sticking it to her nearly everyday but that doesn't mean she's not getting fucked by Potter too.

'As much as I would love to discuss with you all the inner workings of Grangers mind when it comes to Potter I should leave to prepare for my lessons. I will speak to you upon my return from the revel tonight'.

The headmaster bade his goodbyes and I stormed down the stairwell thinking about Potter and Granger. My fury pouring out, logically I knew I had no claim to the witch but there was a part of me that thought it would be oh so cruel if I were to lose another brilliant muggle born witch I cared for to a Potter….

Authors note: And introducing first POV from Draco!

How many times had I thrown up the last month or so? Cradling my head over the toilet bowl I listened to the gurgling pipes and tasted the familiar taste of my stomach bile on my lips.

Revel tonight…

I could still see the images of my first revel attended over the summer. Its hard to forget seeing your father rape and torture muggle girls kidnapped from London for the nights entertainment. I knew then that Dark Lords regime was not for me. I had been doubting all the talk about blood superiority for years, when your consistently bested by a muggle born girl in every subject one finds it hard to logically believe your better than them. Despite those doubts I persisted in believing that the pure blood mentality was me, I was a Malfoy and I had a proud and respected tradition to maintain. My father was everything to me, I idolised him and he let me down. It was in the last 6 months I had come to see that any strength in my blood line was going to come from my mother. Her resilience in the face of abject terror, the physical and mental tolls the Dark Lord made upon her psyche. And yet she remained seemingly unruffled, her cool and poised manner still intact. I had to protect her, certainly my father was in no position to do and evidently contributed more to her harm than not.

Picking myself up off the ground I decided to go for a walk and hope the brisk air would awaken some calm in me.

Wandering around the castle I came to a stained glass window overlooking the forbidden forest, the dappled afternoon light was streaming in, cascading its colour on the floor and wall behind. I stood there watching the light fade for awhile when I heard a sound behind me. Turning my head I saw Headmaster Dumbledore standing there, watching the light fade through the glass himself.

I didn't say anything to him, I had nothing to say. He was the leader of the light and I was darkness.

'This scene is from one of my favourites from wizarding history, a joyful day for the light, I think about it often'.

I realised he was referring to the the scene depicted in the glass window, it was a man in one the ministry magic galleries casting a vote, the majority of the people around him in celebration.

'I'm sorry headmaster I'm not familiar with it'.

'Really Mister Malfoy, I am surprised that is your relative you know? Yes Tiberius Malfoy of course'.

I was shocked I had no idea there was a stained glass here in Hogwarts showing one of my relatives, and Tiberius Malfoy? The name registered slightly but I couldn't tell you anything about him.

'Not aware of him then? I'll tell you about him then shall I? Yes in the 1700's muggle hunting was sought to be banned by members of the Wizengamot. Though there was quite a significant group whom were against such a ban. The vote was close, so close in fact that it was one vote that would decide it. That one vote lay in the hands of your relative Tiberius. The Malfoy's have always aligned with the dark and as such it was believed that the vote would be struck down. Tiberius however was a man of quiet fortitude, always held his cards close to his chest. He looked at the situation logically and saw that the war between Muggles and wizards could not go on, you are aware of the 'witch burnings' of that era of course through your time in Professor Binns' class. He knew what was right, and he voted according to his principles not his family nor their legacy'.

I stared open mouthed at the glass and thought about my relative Tiberius, living a life by principles not by legacy. Could my life be different? Dumbledore interrupted my musings.

'I've always said that Tiberius and our Severus are very alike. Steadfast men whom hold their cards close to their chest, only revealing what they needed too at opportune times. Tiberius shocked his colleagues with his revelations, I dare say perhaps Severus has some tricks up his sleeve as well'.

And on that very obscure notion he ambled off again, without so much a goodbye, humming an old song under his breath, probably searching for some others students to confuse and bewilder.

Pulling out my pocket watch I saw it was time to meet Snape at the school gates and walk to the apparition point and thus the death eater revel.