A/N: Hm, here's part three. Same drill as always, read and review please. Let us know what you think. Any ideas? We've got the first part of the next part already planned. Maybe it won't be so long coming out. As always Your Silencer is reachable at NitrogenTears@aol.com and Anney at anney_kun2@yahoo.com. Feel free to write if you want to ask something, or know something, or just ... you know.. something. ^_^

A quick ride to the school, and Draco found himself once more inside the halls of his school.  One thing Draco would never admit to anyone was that at Hogwarts he felt like he was home.  Malfoy Manor was impressive but that's all it was.  Just a front to show others what they didn't have.  It was just one more way for the Malfoy's to show their superiority Draco hated the manor.  It was cold, and dark, and when he was a little boy he would wake up from nightmares of being killed by the manor.  He'd wake up in the dark still hearing his screams for mercy from a house that was supposed to be part of his protection. 

Draco blinked his eyes and focused back to where he was.  He hadn't thought of those dreams for years now.  Not since finding the safe comfort of his Slytherin green common room.  Not since his first year here.  He sometimes wondered if everyone felt like that.  If everyone felt like they were coming home once they stepped through the doorway of Hogwarts.

The sound of Dumbledore starting to speak brought Draco out of his thoughts once more and he fell back into the habit of mocking everything the man said.  Not really paying attention, just laid back in his chair his face a mask of disdain.  It occurred to Draco at that moment that he probably looked just like his father.  That thought caused him to sit straight up in his chair and look around.  Trying to see if anyone had been paying attention to him.  Furious that not even a few hours later he was falling back into habits he had decided to rid himself off.  No more acting like his father and the first thing he does is just that. 

"Prefects, please show the first years to their common rooms," and with that Draco watched in silence as his schoolmates stood up to leave.

Draco slowly made his way to the common room dreading the first day of class.  Thinking about all the ways he mindlessly followed in his father's footsteps.

"Draco!" only one person in the school had a voice that could make Draco give serious thought to stabbing his wand in his ears and committing ear drum murder.

"Yes, Pansy?" the Mafloy drawl once more rolling off his tongue, ready and able to cut someone down.

"I was hoping you would walk with me to the common room, but I didn't see you when I left the Hall," Draco didn't even stop his eyes from rolling.

"I didn't feel like dealing with anyone at the time.  Matter of fact, I still don't want to deal with anyone.  You'll have to forgive me for denying myself the pleasure of your company," that said Draco turned into a convenient restroom.

Draco knew that Pansy would wait at least five minutes before she'd actually leave.  With nothing to do but out wait her he walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

After rinsing his hands he glanced in the mirror, only instead of the face that always looked out at him all he saw was his father.  The slicked back hair, the permanent sneer.  Draco was depressed by the fact that he was a miniature Lucius.

That didn't last very long though.  Soon enough anger was the foremost emotion He was so very mad at his father.  Before the thought completely cleared his mind he reached up and ran his hands back and forth over his head, not stopping until his hair was loose and falling into his eyes.

He smirked at his reflection, he felt more comfortable. He sighed and then walked out heading for his dorm room and his bed comfy bed. Tomorrow would be like a new beginning or all that cheesy crap people want to call it but yes. It would, not just for him but everyone else as well.

Draco woke up the next morning feeling better than he had since the school year had ended.  Hogwarts could always soothe him into a sleep not bothered by the nightmares he heard his roommates having.  Not to say that he didn't have the occasional one, but the difference between their frequency was beyond obvious.  He made his way to the showers, grateful that no one else was awake yet, and after bathing and his normal routine was finished he found himself standing in front of the mirror remembering his actions from last night.  There would be no more hair gel for him.  This would be his first step in finding himself.  He had never really cared for the slicked back look his father had always wanted him to have.  Without the gel holding his hair back so stiffly he looked completely different.

His face seemed to be made softer, it was easier to keep the sneer off his face.  With his hair down Draco felt like a completely different person.  Quickly looking away and pulling on his clothes he decided to make his way out of the common room and talk a walk around the grounds before everyone else woke up.  Maybe walk to the lake and try to pick out shapes in the clouds until breakfast.  Something he hadn't done since he was a young child. 

He made his way outside and walked down to the lake.  Amazed that even at this early he hadn't seen anyone walking about.  Sitting down he looked over the lake into the far off sky and was content.