Summary- When the world gets tough, the tough get scared. Are you confused? I bet. A look inside Draco's family. NOTE- This chapter uses the song 'You're So Great' by Blur. Also, this chapter takes place into the school year.

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, but if I did that would so very much rock.

Authoress Ramblings- Wow.....I've actually gone on to make a third chapter. Scary, non? Anymoose, I'm glad I've gotten some response for my story.....I really am. I still wish more people would please read it, but I guess I'll deal...... ::le sigh:: Oh, I would like to apologize to Kairi099 for misspelling your name in the last chapter. I tend to do that....not on purpose or anything, but....well it just happens, right? Well, this chapter I think I'm going to write in first person through Draco's eyes again. Yep. Boy do I like Blur. Blur Blur Blur....I think I am going to write something using Blur in my other story 'Muggle Mania', as they have excellent songs for singing whilst you are horribly drunk. Anyhow, read on!

Part Three- You're So Great

She was transported into Azkaban before I had a chance to say 'goodbye'. It's not entirely that I miss her-trust me, I do-I'm more worried about her then anything else. How can I go on with life knowing my own flesh and blood is locked behind a cell? She's been there before, and it ruined her once....I don't think she could handle it twice. Could she? No, why am I trying to kid myself? She's as good as gone now......there's nothing more to be done then to hope she's pitied and left alone. I doubt that, though......there are a lot of enemies to the Malfoy name in Azkaban.

Crabbe and Goyle tried to cheer me up again today by bringing me some candy from their trip to Hogsmeade. I didn't really feel like eating it so I threw it out. I think it would be cruel of me to lounge about on my bed eating sweets while my sister is probably screaming herself mute in Azkaban. So, instead of eating the sweets, I decided to try a bit of moloko with knives....unfortunately, I could only get a hold of the moloko, as no one seems to be 'bad' enough to have the knives bit with them. After that I decided to go ahead and just have a White Russian after I found the vodka (my fellow Slytherins and I keep stashes of alcohol under loose floor boards, even though I don't think Professor Snape minds much that we drink). Anyhow, I mixed the moloko with the vodka to get myself a cheap version of the White Russian (you usually make it with cream of some sort, not moloko) and drank it down. It wasn't until about seven of those later that I wandered off. I'm not sure how but I must have wound up in Hogsmeade, because I apparently fell asleep out thee and woke up earlier this morning with a bleedin' horrid headache.

Sad, drunk and poorly Sleeping really late Sad, drunk and poorly

Not feeling so great

So here I am now, walking around with a bit of a buzz still and getting sour looks from everyone I pass. Is it because I slept drunk on the street last night....or because of that bloody article in The Daily Prophet? I'm not sure to tell the truth, but I do know they're giving me some very nasty looks. Looking around I don't really know where the bloody fuck I am, though I'm pretty sure I've wandered off near 'The Hog's Head'. Maybe I drank there last night....I'm not positive as to what I exactly did to tell the truth.....all I really know is that I need to get back to Hogwarts and right away. On my way around I've seen a lot of shady looking people, a few of them on the pretenses of walking mangy looking dogs, though I'd give my life's savings that they have a different agenda other then a peaceful walk with their pet.

Wandering lost in a town full of frowns

Sad, drunk and poorly Dogs digging up the ground

Typical. I finally make it back to Hogwarts (I had to use a fireplace and flu powder) and I have to face the wrath of McGonagle for being late to Transfiguration. I'm only half an hour late, what's the big deal? Looking around the room I can see my fellow Slytherins giving me worried looks, as if they really give a shit about what happens to me.

So here I am in Transfiguration, trying to transfigure a crow into a dove, but my mind keeps wandering to Nevra. What am I going to do? I can't force myself to concentrate on anything; at least when I was drunk I didn't give a crap about anything. Emotions have never been good for me to deal with, so when I get a mix of emotions like I have now (love, sadness, loneliness, anger, etc....) I'm not sure how to go on about life. Am I supposed to grin and bear it? Should I talk to people about it? Is this depression? Is Nevra going through the same things? I can't be too sure. Looking out the window I can see that the sky matches my mood- gray and miserable. At times, if it hadn't been for her, I would have ended my life.......it's a good thing she's still out there, somewhere. It's thanks to her I feel like I can make it one more day.

And I feel the light in the night and in the day

And I feel the light when the sky's just mud and gray And I feel the light when you tell me it's OK 'Cause you're so great, and I love you

Heading down to the Great Hall can get anyone riled up. Huge crowds of students, Professor's keeping a close watch on your every move....and people seem to think it's the perfect time to start something with you anyhow. I'm minding my own business, as I almost always do (I admit, I've been known to start something more then once) when someone yells out "Hey, Ferret!". I whirl around (I'm the only person in the school who would have such a nickname anyhow) and I'm suddenly face-to-face with Weasel. How interesting....a weasel versus a ferret....I wonder who shall win? I smirk a bit and watch as Weasel attempts to pull of a smug look, which fails on him quite badly. My smirk doesn't wear off until he speaks. "So, we all heard about your family's 'situation' with a certain servant over the summer. And frankly, we Gryffindor's have a question for you." My face sets in a stony expression as he speaks, but soon sets into that of pure anger when he asks his question. "Did you all have some sort of tryst with her, or was did she turn insane some other way?"

I immediately lose it. I push Weasel hard onto the floor and jump onto him, not caring that there are screaming Gryffindors and Slytherins surrounding us and cheering us on. I don't even care when Professor Snape starts screaming over the crowd, trying to get through. I don't even care that Weasel's punching and kicking me. All I care about is the fact that I'm ripping him to shreds, and I enjoy it immensely. The red krovvy is starting to seep through his clothes into mine, but I couldn't care less....I really bloody couldn't. He's in pain, he is suffering, and for once I'm not so much.

All too soon I'm pulled away from my frenzy, and I'm being held tight by Severus. I do the next best thing to beating Weasel to a bloody pulp-I start screaming at him. "You have no right talking like that about her! Don't you DARE talk about her like some of disgusting whore, because you know nothing about her! You know nothing, Weasel! You here me?! NOTHING!" Professor Snape scowls darkly at me and takes me back to my dorm, where he locks me up in my bedroom until I calm down. Like that'll do any good....this just gives me more to riz-raz in my anger.

I try to go to sleep a few times (after, of course, I completely massacred my room) but I just keep seeing Nevra screaming at me, or crying......or occasionally dieing. I don't think I can really stand to sleep right now, so I trudge over to Crabbe and Goyle's trunks, where I find a large assortment of foods and beverages; among them are two bags of tea and coffee grounds. I head back over to my bed, transfigure myself a teapot, fill it with hot water and I begin to brew myself something to keep me awake. Once I finish the tea and coffee, I'm shaking rather badly, and I'm not sure if it's because of what I drank, or if it's because of what happened. The only thing I absolutely know is that I wish I were dead. I can hear my fellow Slytherins (morons, every last one of them) down in the common room talking about what I did and laughing about how much Weasel screamed. Surprise, surprise......they all think I did it for their amusement. Sometimes I wonder how I'm still alive, and why I haven't succumb to death yet. I've decided to bring that up another day, as right now I'm in the mood to do something (damn you hyper-activity). Sweeping my eyes through my trunk I pick up 'A Clockwork Orange', a muggle book I've been getting interested in thanks to Nevra. I decide to sit down and continue where I left off- maybe Alex has some answers to my questions.

Tea, tea and coffee helps to start the day

Tea, tea and coffee shaking all the way City's alive, and surprise, so am I Tea, tea and coffee get no sleep today

I finally finished the book (it's not that long, but I got interrupted a lot while reading it by.....things....over the summer) and it's near midnight. Looking around my dorm I can only see the dark masses of my dorm mates' backs heaving up and down as they snore. I lie on the floor and try to find light in the room, but unfortunately everything is blanketed in darkness. I hastily grab my wand, light it quickly, and stare at it from my position on the floor. Goyle (or maybe Crabbe...I can't tell sometimes) lets out a heavy snore and rolls over. I can hear it raining outside, even though I can't see out (the price I pay for sleeping in the dungeons) I can still hear the thunder. I think back to Nevra again, and how she would hold me close during storms like this.......giving me reassuring (yet quite simple) words such as 'It's okay'. I grab onto the light my wand is making and feel the slight warmth, imagining I'm with her again.

And I feel the light in the night and in the day

And I feel the light when the sky's just mud and gray And I feel the light when you tell me it's OK 'Cause you're so great and I love you

I don't know what I'm going to do now that she's gone. I don't even know if I'll ever see her again-she was frail to start with, so she may not last that long in Azkaban. Thinking back through my muddled, caffeine exposed mind.....I can only think of one thing I wish I had done. I wish I had thought to tell her how much I really care about her....I wish I had one day simply said 'You're so great and I love you'.

Wow....man did I crank this chapter out. I started like, thirty minutes ago and WHAM, it's done. Chapters to stories usually take me much longer because I'll get stuck a few times....but not with this one. Whoo. Oh, just a reminder, NO! DRACO DOES NOT LOVE HIS SISTER IN 'THAT WAY'! IT IS PLATONIC. I just wanted to clear that up. I mean honestly.....no matter how much you may hate a sibling, don't you want to tell them sometimes 'you're so great and I love you'? If you guys don't then you should consider it, because they could go insane one day and leave you like Nevra left Draco, and then what? Anyway, I would like to make some notes (lots of notes to be made, heh) and then I shall thank my reviewer....

NOTES ON CHAPTER THREE

The song- The song I used (in case you skipped my summary) is 'You're So Great' by Blur, and it's a very insanely good song with this grainy, garage recording type of sound to it. For full effect of the story, get that song and listen to it while reading it. I usually don't like doing songfics that much, but this one just fit so fucking well.

Moloko with knives- Moloko is the Russian term for 'milk', and moloko with knives is basically milk with cocaine in it. I don't know if Draco would honestly ever drink something like that, but I wouldn't hold it against anyone who's depressed to try something of the sort.

White Russian- This is a type of drink that I referenced in here as an homage to the movie 'The Big Lebowski', where the main character constantly drinks these things. From what I understand, it's usually made from cream (the type you put in tea or coffee) and vodka, but Draco didn't have really nice cream, so he just used moloko (milk).

Krovvy- This means 'blood'.

Riz-Raz- I'm not sure exactly how to interpret this....it's basically ripping something to shreds, destroying something.....stuff like that.

'A Clockwork Orange'- The terms moloko, moloko with knives, krovvy and riz- raz were used in this book, and so I learned them from it. It's a very good book (in my opinion at least) with a lot of great Russian and British slang in it, which I thought Draco would use. The reason I have Draco reading it is because it has some interesting questions asked in it and some interesting similarities (in a weird way) to Draco's problems. You should all go grab this book right now and read it, because it's a wonderful story, and you get to learn some fun slang while you're at it.

Now to thank my reviewer!

Bryjin- THANK YOU! You are such a good friend, I could kiss you. Be sure to review this chapter as well!

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