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An alarm clock sounded; its shrill sound filled the vast bedroom. A blonde boy lying on the bed turned irritably. He placed a pillow over his head and tried to ignore the racket the clock was causing. He gave up five minutes later and opened his gray eyes. Yawning, he threw the clock across the room and looked in the mirror. Seeing that his pale skin contrasted to his red vibrant lips, he slapped his cheeks to give them color and walked towards the bathroom after grabbing a towel along the way.

A lady with long blonde hair entered the enormous room. She was slim and beautiful in her own way. Although still young, her face was already etched with lines and creases. Sunlight streaming through the windows shone on her milky white skin while her elegant robes swayed as she walked across the room. Sitting down on a velvet chair, she laid her jeweled hands across her lap and waited for her son, eventually closing her light blue eyes and falling asleep. She was awakened by a gentle kiss planted on her right cheek.

"Draco, my son."

Draco knelt in front of his mother and smiled. "Miss me already, mother?"

Narcissa touched Draco's face with her hands. "Try not to get into trouble."

"I can't help it. I keep thinking about your safety."

"That is a matter you shouldn't burden yourself with."

Draco stood up and began fixing his cauldron. "You're my mother and the wife of a death eater. Aren't these descriptions enough?"

His mother sighed. "I knew the consequences of marrying Lucius. I have no regrets."

"You are a poor liar mother."

Narcissa said nothing in reply.

Draco ran his hand through his wet hair. He sat down at the edge of the canopy bed and started putting on his shoes; his hands shook in apparent anger as they tied the laces. He blinked back tears. A hand suddenly grasped his shoulder lovingly and he looked up, seeing his mother's face looking down at him. Tears fell on his face, mingling with his own. He didn't resist as Narcissa wrapped her long arms around him, feeling the warmth and security from her.

After a few minutes, Draco smiled and broke away. He pulled a cord and a bell rang. Moments later, their butler knocked on the door and stepped inside. He took Draco's cauldron and slowly carried it away. Sighing once more, Draco pocketed his wand, which was lying on a nearby table, and turned to Narcissa.

"Goodbye mother."

Narcissa tenderly kissed her son's cheek. "Goodbye Draco."

Draco leisurely walked towards the door and smiled back at his mother one last time. He opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The door closed, preventing Draco to hear his mother's final words.

"I love you son."

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Hermione's face lit up as she saw Ron sitting on the bench at Platform 9 and ¾. Her wavy brown hair flew behind her as she ran towards the lanky red haired boy.

"Hermione!" Ron stood up and hugged the breathless girl.

"I've missed you."

Ron laughed. "But we met yesterday."

Hermione smiled and placed her hands on her hips. "Well, I do."

Ron reached into his bag. He pulled out a small box and handed it to Hermione.

"What's in here?"

"Look."

Hermione carefully opened the box and gasped. "Its beautiful." A simple yet exquisite band of silver glittered in her hand.

"Here. I'll put it on you." Ron took the ring and gently placed on Hermione's right finger.

Fingering the ring, she looked at Ron. "Thank you. But… where did you get the money to buy this?"

Ron slightly scowled. "Can't I give you a gift whenever I want to?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "I didn't mean…" Her sentence was cut short as Ron kissed her. Closing her eyes, she relaxed and kissed him back. Her arms tightened around Ron's torso as he rhythmically caressed Hermione's hair.

"Too much display of affection, I fear." A deep voice came out of nowhere. Hermione and Ron jumped backwards in surprise.

"Harry, you git!" Ron looked totally annoyed.

Harry let out a laugh. His green eyes twinkled as his body shook with glee.

"So, how are your contact lenses?" Hermione asked as she entwined her hand with Ron's.

Harry shrugged. "This Muggle invention is ok. I can actually see quite better. But girls have been following me and its creeping me out."

"Well, they've noticed how handsome you really are." Hermione smiled when she saw Harry blush.

Ron draped an arm over Hermione's shoulders. "Yeah, those emerald eyes are a killer."

The trio noticed a group of girls standing near the train squealing and pointing at Harry's direction. Harry blushed again and sighed in frustration. "Kind of reminds me about Victor Krum's fans club." He turned his back on them.

Hermione punched Ron as he snorted. "Don't Ron. He was my boyfriend after all."

"Was. He left you a year ago for a veela remember?"

"At least we ended in good terms. Besides, he's charming, honest, sweet…" Hermione's eyes narrowed as Ron yawned loudly.

Harry coughed nervously. "I think we can already board the Hogwarts Express."

"Really? Thank goodness." Hermione shook off Ron's arm and quickly walked towards the train.

Ron stared after her in bewilderment. "What'd I do?"

Harry sighed. "Well Ron, let's just say you can't understand women." Shaking his head, he added in an undertone, "Can't deal with them either."

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"Really, can't you drive faster? If I don't catch the train, you'll get sacked. I'll make sure of that. Faster!" Draco Malfoy crossed his arms and bit his lip.

The driver muttered in reply.

"You're blaming me? For your information, I don't like riding in this Muggle contraption either. I had no other choice. I despise travelling by means of apparating or by Floo powder. At least I'm in a limousine and not in a lousy cab. Now shut up and drive."

The driver stepped on the gas pedal. The car swerved to the right then to the left, tossing Draco like a doll.

"Aaah! I told you to drive faster not drive like a loose maniac! Oww! Slow down!"

The driver didn't pay any attention. He knew that if Draco missed the train, Lucius Malfoy would severely punish him or worse. He was really a gardener in the Malfoy mansion but he was the only person there that vaguely knew how to drive a car. He fell deaf to Draco's shouts, orders and swears. He drove in and out lanes and even ignored the traffic lights.

"Ow!!! Stop! Stop now!" Draco's hair was now a tangled mess. He was slightly out of breath as he fought to stay upright. He plunged his hand into his pocket and grabbed his wand. He pointed it at the driver and shouted, "Stupefy!" A stream of red light hit the driver's head and knocked him unconscious.

"I don't know how to drive this thing!" Draco seized the wheel and madly turned it. The car spun out of control making his wand fly out of his hand. The limousine violently hit the car in front and flipped to its side. Draco fell back and winced as shards of glass pierced his skin. The car rolled over and Draco violently hit the floor. The car's roof pinned him down as he shouted one last time and everything went black.

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"We've been riding for more than 2 hours and I still haven't seen Malfoy."

Harry looked away from the window. "Yeah, but that observation doesn't bother me, Ron."

"Too bad though. I've been wanting to try a new spell on him." Ron cracked his knuckles in anticipation.

Hermione looked up from her book. "As if you could perform a decent spell." She glared at Ron and continued reading.

Harry glanced at the couple seated across him uneasily. He inched away from them and stared at

the moving landscape behind the window. He slowly counted. "Three… two… one…"

"What do you mean by that woman?" Ron's face was beginning to redden in obvious anger.

Hermione calmly laid down the book in her lap. "Nothing. I didn't think that you'd get easily offended."

"Well for a prefect who has brains, you can be extremely daft." Ron gave a smug smile.

"I don't know why the hell I even bother to put up with your childish behavior!"

"Well I'm wondering how I learned to love someone like you!" Ron crossed his arms and turned away from Hermione.

Hermione gasped and tears streaked down her face. "I was wondering the same thing…" She hastily stood up and left the compartment. Ron punched the wall, marring the cream colored barrier. He eventually stood up and furiously opened the door. He stepped into the hallway and slammed it behind him.

Harry gaped at the empty seat. His heart was beating wildly after silently watching Ron and Hermione's fight. His fair face showed his worry over his friends' relationship. He grimly smiled as he recalled the time when they announced that they were a couple. It happened a year ago and Hermione was still getting over her break-up with Krum during that time. Ron realized that he was in love with the bushy haired girl but was too ashamed to show it. It was Harry who helped him get over that fear. Harry closed his eyes as he continued to recall those memories. Suddenly, the door opened, interrupting Harry's thoughts. He opened his eyes.

"They fought again, huh?"

Harry slowly nodded. "I can't take anymore of this, Ginny." He massaged his aching forehead. The lightning shaped scar peeked out from his long bangs.

Ginny sat beside Harry. "I can't either. Maybe they weren't meant to be…"

Harry started. "They are! I knew that they would immensely love each other if they'd only get over their immature actions. That's why I let go of…"

"I know Harry," interrupted Ginny. "I had that feeling too. But we can't force them. We just can't."

Harry leaned back and let out a sigh. "Deep inside they love each other. But their pride and arrogance keeps getting in the way."

Ginny looked at Harry sympathetically. "You sound like my mother. Oh, Harry… Why are you so bent on making my brother's relationship work? Is it because yours didn't work?"

Harry bowed his head in reply. "Perhaps, Ginny. Perhaps," Harry whispered. A lone tear fell on his cheek.

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Beep… Beep… Beep…

Draco shifted under the flimsy white blanket. He moaned as a wave of pain ran through his body. He lifted his right hand but found that he couldn't. A needle of some sort was inserted in it. Wincing, he tried to sit upright. After several attempts, he lay down once more. He noticed that the room he was in was dark. He had already opened his eyes but he still couldn't see anything. He could only hear the sounds made by machines. He breathed heavily and oxygen entered his nostrils. Draco licked his dry and chapped lips. "Hello…?" He called out uncertainly. A shuffling noise responded.

"You're awake, Draco."

Draco turned his head towards the sound. "Mother?"

Narcissa walked towards the bed. She stroked her son's hair. "Yes, dear."

"Where am I?"

"You're in a hospital."

Draco's eyebrows met in confusion. "A hospital? Isn't that a Muggle place?"

Narcissa nodded. "A Muggle place for the sick and the injured."

"So, why am I here?"

Narcissa grasped Draco's hands. "Do you remember the accident?"
Draco frowned in concentration. "Yeah… I think so. I was on my way to Hogwarts when I stunned the driver and the car was… It hurts…"

"The driver died. You on the other hand survived with multiple injuries. The policemen, the law enforcers in the Muggle world, brought you here."

Draco cringed at the word multiple injuries. "How bad are my injuries?"

Narcissa didn't answer. She looked away.

"I said, how bad are they?"

Narcissa walked around the room. She stopped near the window and said, "As bad as injuries would go."

Draco huffed. "Fine. Mother, it's too dark. Turn on the lights. I want to see you."

"They are on, my son, " Narcissa replied in a rueful voice.

"On? But I can't see a blasted thing! Muggle inventions are so unreliable. The curtains, are they parted?"

"Yes."

"Is it nighttime then?"

Narcissa clamped her hands together. "No. It is 2.00 in the afternoon." She stared sadly at her son. She sniffed as teardrops formed in her eyes.

"Mother, I still can't see. What's wrong? Why are you crying? Damn this darkness! Why don't you want to give me some light? Answer me! Why can't I see?" Draco pounded on the bed in exasperation. He cringed as the needle pierced deeper into his skin.

A voice, cold and harsh, rang throughout the room. "You're blind Draco Malfoy. Blind, my son."

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A/N: Okay… kindly review. Pls. review! Don't flame ok? This is my first fanfic so be nice. Before I post the next chapter, I got to have at least 20 reviews.