Disclaimer: I know thousands of other female species are hungering for Draco-boy and co., or Harry and co., call them whatever you like…COZ I DON'T OWN THEM, ANYWAY!!! (I just love them…aw!: D)

A/N: If you don't like this story and you'd like to flame me…hahaha, don't bother! I know I'm not the best when writing a Draco fic; I'm not even THAT fond of him, but I felt that it was about time I tried writing one, after all, Draco Malfoy is one of the more complex, even mysterious characters of Harry P. I think this is a really tough challenge…Oh well. On with the story.

Chapter Two: Secrets in the Night

The dark green blanket covered Draco from his shoulders to his feet. He tossed and turned, his slender fingers curling and uncurling in an untold fury. It was not only Harry who had nightmares to fear at bedtime.

***@***

Severus stopped writing in midsentence. Still holding his quill, he directed his gaze onto the air in front of him. Still in his robes of rich black despite the time (half past midnight), he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. It was that same day, years ago, when Narcissa Malfoy had approached him, and as always every year on the same day, he felt distracted and even distraught. He could not forget the moment she had walked into his office, and made him do something unimaginable.

"Severus."

Snape looked up, eyebrow raised. "I'm surprised you actually went all the way back to Hogwarts, Narcissa, just to see me. I am deeply touched." He had sat there, on his desk, as stoic as ever.

Narcissa peered around her at the cold dungeon walls and poor lighting. "I see everything here is to your taste, Severus. How wonderful."

"And I see that you're still the same conniving woman, Narcissa." He threw his hands up and watched her with exasperation. "What is it that you want?' The woman sat down on one of the chairs near Snape's desk. She smoothed out her robes, seemingly taking her time.

Severus gritted his teeth. Two could play that game. "So," He said in a low whisper. "You and Lucius are still together. He told me you couldn't resist him—

"Shut up!" She hissed, glaring at him. Severus stood, his robes fluidly swishing and moving around his thin body. "I don't know how you got in here, Narcissa, but I advice you to go now, if you went here just to annoy me."

She stiffened. "I brought someone here with me. And I would like you to meet him." She stood and called to the door. "Come, Draco."

Severus watched as a young boy walked in, his gait as composed as any adult's. Narcissa beamed. "Draco, my son, greet the Hogwarts Potions Master." Draco turned to Severus, and eyes of the deepest, blue-gray met the depths of endless black. "Pleased to meet you, professor." The youngling turned to Narcissa. "I'm getting impatient, Mother. Will you be long?"

Narcissa shook her head. "No. Now go wait for me outside." Snape watched as the kid marched out of the room. "Impressive, Narcissa. I hardly thought you and Lucius could come up with such a classy little package."

"He isn't really our son, Severus."

And once she started talking Severus could only listen to every word that came out of her mouth.

"I won't do it, Narcissa."

"And why not? You were always good at potions, and now you are the professor of the subject. Surely you can—

"I never said I COULDN'T. I just said I would not."

Narcissa walked up to him, her eyes filled with passion. "I need you to make him a potion, Severus! Lucius would kill him if you didn't!!! I would pay you all the galleons you wanted…"

He laughed scornfully. "I have no need for your money, Narcissa."

"Then make the goddamn potion! MAKE IT, SEVERUS!" It would have been better if she had not cried in frustration. " For my child's sake, make him a potion that will make him one of us! I do not care how you do—

He had cut her off. His lips covered hers with hunger, and his hands crushed her body against his. Finally he threw her backwards. "Stop it." He whispered. "For god's sake, Narcissa." He turned away from her and pointed to the door. "I will find a way to give it to you and instruct you on it to you. However I cannot assure you it will have a pleasing taste. Now go."

He heard her retreating footsteps and heard her stop near the door.

"My thanks, Severus. And Draco's as well."

***@***

No, he loved Narcissa no longer. It had taken him time, but Severus Snape had only indifference for the woman now. "And yet that day still haunts me…"

The Potions Master stood and left his office to rest at last.

***@***

It was a nightmare. Draco knew it was. It had to be. Why else would he be shrunk to a seven year-old's body? Why else would Lucius Malfoy be striding around him as he sat on an expensive and rather luxurious armchair in their manor?

"So…Draco." Lucius voice was cold and firm.

"Yes, Father?" He knew the man. And he knew that he was completely clueless as to how cunning a young child could be. Especially the one that was called Draco.

"You have been showing signs of having magic."

"Yes, Father."

"Kindly enumerate these signs."

Draco masked his face with seeming innocence. It was something he had discovered he could do quite easily.

"As you wish, father. Once, I made that statue of the wizard in our garden come to life. He—I mean it walked around for a full hour before it became immobile again. And then I turned my soup into a plate of ravioli, father, because I was upset at its awful taste. Oh, and I also broke two of our windows, Father, just by staring at them, and made all the plates and spoons dance around once, too."

Lucius watched him, and finally sighed. "Yes, Draco. I was there with the soup and the statue." He walked over to a tall, paneled window. "Draco, do you know why you are doing all these peculiar things?"

Draco was not given a chance to answer. Lucius had begun talking again. "It is because you are a wizard, child."

Draco answered each statement with a thought. 'No, I'm not. Mother said I wasn't. She made me drink a ghastly potion to give me magic. It's not because I'm a true wizard. You lie.'

"You're a pure-blooded Malfoy Wizard, and you will continue to be one, do you hear?"

'Do I have a choice? Do you think I will give these abilities up?'

"I want you to know how fortunate you are. Some wizards are not so. Some are filthy little creatures, born of those stupid muggles. They are mudbloods, Draco, remember that."

'So that is what I truly am…now that you like what I can do I am officially your son…let it be for now…Lucius. And yes, I will hate them; I WILL HATE THEM!!!'

***@***

Draco turned and tossed again. His voice, full of animosity and pride echoed in his head. There were a thousand memories. He watched as his parents fought. He heard of muggles and their stupid ways. His ways.

Again his voice of hatred echoed, and he was himself again, panting, staring up at the dormitory ceiling.

"Hate them, Draco." He shut his eyes with despair. "You have to hate them. You have to."

He fell asleep once more, sweating and thrashing in a world of nightmares that made him as powerless as if he had no magic at all.

A/N:

Hm…I liked that chapter. Hope you did, too. Well, let's see…the last time I read the HP books was last year, when I read OotP, but other than that, I am embarrassed to say I kind of forgot some stuff, especially stuff from GoF, so if I get some things muddled up, I apologize in advance. ^_^ Don't get me wrong, I still love Harry Potter, I just need to re-adjust, and then everything will be okey-dokey…hopefully.