Dark Angels Can't Be Saved

By: Smiley

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Note: The story takes place during the Golden Trios (and Draco's) sixth year. They are all 15.

Chapter 1: Dark Angels

After years of playing Quidditch against "the boy who lived" this was the first time Draco Malfoy had ever gotten the Snitch before Harry Potter, and this was not his victory alone. He was determined to celebrate with the rest of his teammates.

As his teammates walked out of the pitch, their Captain, Flint, suddenly stopped causing the whole team to stop with him.

"What's wrong?" Someone questioned.

They didn't have to wait for an answer, for at that moment a figure stepped out of the shadows revealing none other than Lucius Malfoy himself followed by his wife Narcissa. Several seconds had passed before the boys parted, mimicking the Red Sea dividing at Moses' insistence. At the end of this man-made division stood the Malfoy heir with his usual vacant expression.

Moments passed as many of the boys regarded the family before their eyes. They stood still, as a child during a fit of temper. They knew better than to anger any of the Malfoy's and Draco's mother, Narcissa, was no exception to this. She came across as an angel with her blue eyes, and calm expression. The epitome of a lady, with her well shaped petite form (amazing considering she had already carried and welcomed a son to the world), and the posture with which she stood. Her beauty even surpassed that of Lucius, who in his own way was also devilishly handsome with his silver eyes, and blonde hair.

They were two dark angels: beautiful yet cruel and Draco was no exception. He looked like both of his parents, having inherited silver eyes rimmed with blue that gave him a cold, unwavering glare with no emotion whatsoever. His long blonde hair was so light it looked almost white, and it harmonized flawlessly with his depthless eyes.

His body was as lean as his mothers but in a more masculine way. He stood graciously no matter what the circumstance, and his face was the spitting image of Lucius at that age, giving no sign of the emotions or thoughts within his head. Being the son of two stunning beings, and having inherited their genes made him the embodiment of beauty. Even the Gryffindors, who despised the Malfoy family more than any other house, couldn't deny their beauty. When together they were impossible to ignore, and they were and had been for some time accustomed to the eyes fixed upon them.

Draco Malfoy was the envy of the wizarding world. Even his enemies were envious of him. How could they not? He was handsome, the boy in all the girls dreams. The blood running through his veins was one of the oldest, and most powerful in the magic realm. Not only that, but he was the only son of Lucius, and Narcissa making him the sole heir of the Malfoy millions. In his eyes, the envy others felt for him made them weak, and since his early days, he had been taught that weakness was something to look down upon, and something that no Malfoy shall ever possess.

Flint motioned for the team to go back onto the pitch, and when the Gryffindor's saw their most hated classmates heading their way they got ready for any attack that might be centered at them. It was bad enough that they had lost the game, they weren't about to also loose their dignity.

When they realized that their "enemies" weren't heading their way they looked around to spot what was wrong.

"There." Hermione motioned with her finger to where Lucius Malfoy and his wife were standing. Draco was still in the same spot as before. Once they were completely isolated he started walking towards his parents.

"What are they doing here? Like they haven't caused enough trouble."

"Ron, calm down. They haven't done anything. Yet." Harry replied placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. He was aware of the fact that Ron was never going to forget what happened to Ginny because of Lucius, and it was better to avoid a fight then to start one. Hermione moved to Ron's other side "Harry's right don't get mad. They're not worth it."

- - -

"Draco, how have you been?"

"Great, father. You?" he replied looking at his mother. He moved closer to her. Lucius moved aside to give them some space and watched as his son embraced Narcissa.

A small whispered was placed upon her ear. "Mother".

"As good as I'll ever be I suppose. We have some business to attend to," he looked towards the pitch his eyes narrowing slightly "and the fact that the whole damned pitch is staring at us is not helping matters. Let's go inside."

Hearing his fathers words the youngest Malfoy turned around, and was extremely amused that his father had been right- the whole pitch WAS staring at them. What a pathetic bunch of idiots. Couldn't they find something better to do?

"I suppose you're right father." He turned around, took hold of his mother's hand and let his father lead the way.

When the family departed both the Slytherin, and Gryffindor teams left the pitch and headed to their rooms with the exception of the Golden Trio.

- - -

"How weird." Hermione was amazed at the way Malfoy treated his mother. Even from far away you could tell he loved her very much. And no doubt his feeling were returned considering the way Narcissa broke into a grin when she beheld her only son, and just when Hermione thought her grin couldn't get any bigger, it did, when he embraced her.

"What are you talking about?"

"Huh? Oh. Malfoy."

"If you ask me everything about that git is weird. Why doesn't he just die and get it over with?" Harry turned to Hermione, the same surprised look on her face.

"Ronald Weasley! How could you say such a thing? I understand you hate him; we all do, but don't go around wishing anybody's death!"

"All right, All right, didn't mean to get you all worked up. I guess I just kind of lost it. Sorry."

"It's ok. I can understand why your mad, but you also reek! You two should go hit the showers. Honestly how can you stand yourselves!"

"Hey!," they reasoned back "it's not easy flying back and forth you know."

"Just go wash off!"

Harry glanced at Ron an understanding passing between them, and suddenly they lunched at her making sure to get their sweat on her.

"No fair! Two against one." Hermione screamed laughing. Little did they know that three figures were watching them from a window. One of them, planning the worst thing that ever fell upon the three best friends.