Draco immediately had his suspicions about Hermione. What was she trying to do anyway, seduce him? Yeah right! Not that she couldn't...but honestly, this was Gran-ger! Mr. Malfoy had patted his son on the back and said " ' keep your head down. No talk, no trouble, right?'"
Draco had nodded serenely. This was his fathers way of paraphrasing the ' Follow in my Footsteps speech.' Nobody had ever questioned his becoming a death eater. This, generally as expected pissed him off. Who were they to say what be became?
In fact, with last years career advice, he learned that he wanted to be a teacher. Don't ask why really. It just…popped into mind. Flashback: Draco's POV: "I waited up all night for you, Dad. Where were you?"
Mr. Malfoy shook his head. "Ah…It is time, son, for you to become a Malfoy…" No particular subject, really. Perhaps Potions? No, Snape would never retire. Wonder what the trio are going to be?
"Aurors, really?!" A voice said amazed. "Oh yes," Draco said softly as ever. "Must remember, Potter tends to revenge my father and his family. Which…doesn't include…me… I'm…I'-" "Good." A voice said aloud.