A/N: Hey there people, well, I wasn't gonna keep updating this, cause I personally thought it wasn't something people would read, but I got one reviewed, so I thought that I would update for them, and hopefully in the process get another reviewer or two. So here it goes.
'And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
It just ain't right'
That was evil. That was so evil. Why in the world would ProfessorBinns chose Malfoy as my partner for a long term project. He never pairs up except with in houses. Then again he also has never asigned a long term project. Why, did it have to happen that the first tiem he does I get stuck with Draco Malfoy? I mean sure the guy is good to look at, but to actually have to coverse and work with him isn't so pleasant.
I'm on my way to the library now, to begin work on it. I finally left after an hour of making myself gorgeous (hey, is it a crime that I want him to drool over me?), and good lucks and 'I'll break his face if he starts anything with you's from Harry and Ron. Here I go, I think to myself as I push the heavy library doors open, and enter into the comforts of dimly light, musty smelling library. I head towards the back of the library, towards the section on History of Magic. Malfoy was the only person in the section (most people haven't begun their projects yet, but I like to get ahead), looking quite agitated, is sitting exactly where we had agreed upon.
"Your late, Granger," he sneered at me.
"I would hardly call being 5 minutes late a crime against humanity. Besides, I figured
you wouldn't show up at all. Leave all the work to me." "Ha. Like I would trust some Mudblood to my assignment." Yea, he was definitely still the same annoying and rude Malfoy I had known the past 6 years.
"Maybe you should, since I'm getting better marks then you in all our classes."
"The only reason your doing better then me is because all the teachers realize that you will never amount to anything since you come from muggleborns, and so they feel they should give you a break, and let you succeed while you can."
"Well, if we're living in our own little twisted realities, then I guess I could press that the only reason you receive such good marks, is because all the teachers are afraid of your Death Eater father!"
I said this with much anger I must say. I don't think I had ever been so angry in my entire life, not even at Ron. Had I yelled like that at anyone else, they probably would have cowered in fear or ran out of the room crying, they definitely would have avoided me for the next few weeks at least. But know what Malfoy did? He laughed! He tossed his head back and started laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked indignantly.
He stopped laughing and looked at me for a moment before speaking. The look chilled me to the bone. "If that's what you believe, then it shall be interesting to see my marks this year, seeing as my imprisoned father will probably not be the cause of anyone's nightmares."
This shut me up for a moment. His father was in prison? Why hadn't anyone told me? Ron must have known, after all his father works in the Ministry. "Your...Your father is in prison?" I asked quietly. I didn't much care for Malfoy as a person, but it had to hurt anyone with even the tiniest bit of humanity in them to have their father sent to prison.
"That's what I said," he replied scathingly.
"Oh...um...well...um..." What do you say when some tells you that? Especially someone you practically despise, and who's father your actually glad to see be put in prison?
Luckily, I didn't have to think of anything to say, because Malfoy put a stop to my inane mumblings. "Granger, your not sorry, and you couldn't care less, and frankly even if you did care it wouldn't matter, because I don't give a damn about what the hell a dirty Mudblood like you thinks."
I must admit, no matter how often he says those horrible things or how much I tell myself I don't care, the words still cut me. I think that I have proven myself as an amazing witch. I'm the best in my class (and probably the school, yet he and the other Slytherins still look at me like trash because I happen to come from Muggle parents. I don't know what caused me to be so bold and forthright with my thoughts, but I suddenly found myself saying, "You know what Malfoy? I can't help who my parents are. But that doesn't make me any less witch. I can do every spell you can do times twenty, and can do them twice as well. I'm not sure why Slytherins put so much emphasis on blood, and I'll never be able to understand how you can hate an entire group of peoepl when you have never even taken the chance to get to know one, but I do know, that you are the minority. And one day your gonna be forced to make a decision, and that decision will be to either change your ways, or be put in Azkaban. I for one think it would be pretty stupid of you to pick Azkaban, but somehow, I have a feeling that you will!" At this point, tears were filling my eyes. I couldn't stay in that room with him anymore. I picked up my bag, and calmly left, no use in letting him see how upset I was.
I stopped in the girls bathroom on the way back to Gryffindor, so that I could finish crying and clean myself up before I saw Ron and Harry. As I was drying my face, I came to a realization. I wasn't anger that I felt towards Malfoy; it was sorrow and pity. He has so much hate in his heart for so many people, and so little love for or from others. I can't imagine Lucious or Narssissa (A/N I know they're spelled wrong, sorry I didn't feel like getting out my book) telling him that they loved him, and I can't imagine him feeling love for many other people. Thinking about that made me want to help him. To save him from becoming his father. I honestly believe there is a good person underneath that tough skin. If only he could be let out.
From that moment I began thinking of a plan to get the real Malfoy out of that hard exterior. There was only one thing that set me back- Ron and Harry. What would they think? I would ruin the best friendships I had ever had. They wouldn't understand. They can't see the good in people unless it's right up close. And Malfoy might not want to change. I could lose everything, for nothing. But I had to try. My conscience wouldn't let me give up.
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