A/N: Wasn't expecting the next part so quick were you? Well, here it is anyway. Chapter one, and yes it's short. But hey, chapter two is already in the works as I type and we just couldn't pass up on the way it ends here. If we went any further it would have ruined the whole thing. So yea, like always read and review. And if you've something constructive to say please say it. We're nice girls. Really.

Okay, I just found out that something happened when I uploaded this so I've (hopefully) fixed the problem. *crosses fingers* Sorry about that.

Chapter One

"This is your last year Draco.  After this you'll be out of that school and we won't have to worry about that meddlesome bastard sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.  Be aware that you are a Malfoy and therefore you are better than everyone else.  I don't want any reports from the school this year about your misbehavior, this is your last year and you should be more mature than that at your age.  Any reports sent in and you will be properly punished."  Draco nodded his head in agreement.  Sometimes the best thing to do was to just agree with everything his father said.  It kept Draco out of trouble, and that was one thing he never wanted to be in with his father.  While he wasn't beaten his father was a Death Eater, there are worse things than beatings. He knew this from the very first time he ever told his father, "No."

His eyes glazed over as he continued to hear but not quite listen to everything his father said. Sometimes that was bad, because his father could tell, or ask Draco what he had just said to make sure Draco understood it, or was even listening. He figured it was possibly some kind of brain washing technique if anything, used by all parents to get their ideas stuck into their kids heads. Repetion... isn't that what hell it's all about anyway?

Draco's earliest memory of his father was being told how to behave like a Malfoy.  The pride, the abilities, everything that makes the Malfoy's better than all other wizards had been drilled into him until everything he was reflected that.  Until his first year of school anyway.  The only person that could crawl under his skin, could make him forget to keep himself above others was Harry Potter.  Even his father was unable to shake that mask until he was nothing but emotions like Potter could. 

The usually stoic Draco became an emotional bundle of nerves instead of a hollowed out prison of seemingly nothingless whenever Potter was concerned. It was an odd feeling, not quite able to be labeled based upon the fact that Draco never really felt too many emotions before.  It infurietated Draco that of all the people in the world the one that got him to feel was Potter.  The boy he was destined to kill.  His enemy in all ways.  The fact that whenever he was around the other boy he started to forget and that was bound to cause problems.  More problems than it already had.  Potter drew people to him like a moth is drawn to flames and to know that he, Draco Malfoy, was one of the moths getting close to him made Draco forget just who he was.  Although in the heat of the moment he could do nothing to stop it. And sooner or later he was going to get burned.

How did Potter manage to change the way he felt, hell... make him feel? Make him second guess everything? Make him so vulnerable. Malfoys aren't supposed to be vulnerable. Malfoys aren't supposed to be weak. And yet... somehow, one person could change almost all of that in a split second. To take what was his, if you call that something, the bastard.

"Draco Ares Malfoy, are you listening to me?" Lucius glared down at his son, his eyes clouding over with anger, "I will repeat, boy, I do not want any incidents to occur this year. Is that understood. If any were to happen you can be sure that there are severe consequences."

Draco shook his head. That was one of his father's best methods of instruction: Fear.  Many of Draco's childhood memories were clouded over with that emotion.  Constantly being reminded of what being a Malfoy means, of the future his father had planned out for him.  Dark Magic, dark nights, and torture.  Draco was his father's son, he had yet to figure out what else he was.