Confessions of a Villain

A/NThis story willnow be going through the inter workings of Draco Malfoy's mind for the next few chapters…so if you aren't completely clear on this fact THIS CHAPTER IS IN DRACO'S POINT OF VIEW.

Chapter Three

Dream On

I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win Aerosmith

Pain was currently overtaking my body. As I drifted back into consciousness I immediately wished that I was still in a coma like state for every part of me hurt like hell.

I stifled a groan as I sat up trying desperately to figure out where I was. I was…I didn't know. The only thing that I did know at the moment was that my head felt as though it had been spilt in two and…there was something wrong with my hands.

I looked down at them incredulously as if searching for some sort of flaw. They looked like normal hands, but it was like they didn't feel right. And come to think of it, the upper part of my legs didn't feel right either.

I absentmindedly slapped my right leg trying to figure out what was wrong. It didn't hurt, nor did my hands, so they weren't injured in any way, but something was just-

I heard a noise in the distance and was on my feet in an instant. Ignoring the pain I stumbled to a nearby corridor still irked that I had no clue as to where I was. I searched my clothing in vain for my wand, it was no where to be found.

A scowl came to my face, but I knew that I shouldn't really be that surprised, I was obviously captured and only an idiot would capture someone and leave them the use of their wand.

What had happened?

The last thing that I could remember was…darkness. A gloomy place…falling…coldness…death. A panic swept through me; was I dead? Was that a possibility? Someone was going to pay if they killed me.

Suddenly ashamed of my cowardice of hiding in a corridor I stepped out of the shadows. I was Draco Malfoy, ancestor to one of the greatest families the wizarding nation had ever seen; let them come and do their worst.

Besides, if I was in fact dead, how bad could their worst be?

"I'm right here," I challenged in a collected voice, "you may have my wand but I have no doubt in the fact that I can still best you without it."

"Are you quite sure about that Draco?"

My eyes instinctively darted around until they came to rest on the tall dark figure who had spoken the words. I felt my pulse quicken and tried desperately to keep my appearance aloof as I stared at the man who I assumed was responsible for bringing me here.

"Hello father," I greeted with more coolness than I felt.

"I'm sorry you must be mistaken," he said in his usual cruel drawl, "for I have no son."

I suppressed the extreme urge to roll my eyes as he spoke to me and lowered his hood to reveal an appearance that was not that unlike my own. "Forgive me Lucius," I said without feeling, "it seems to have slipped my mind that you were no longer claiming me. You have to understand that it was rather difficult to hear your disownment, being that you were imprisoned and all…come to think of it, aren't you supposed to still be serving out your life term?"

"You dare to admit that you were the one to condemn me to a life with dementors," my father said icily as I had to keep myself in check so not to fall back into my usual old ways of silently fearing him; I feared no one now.

"I would have thought that it would have been painfully obvious," I drawled with the sneer that I had learned from him, "since you were there when I testified against you. Azkaban has truly done nothing for your memory father."

"Indeed," he responded while moving towards me and gracefully pulling his wand out of his robes. "But you will find Draco," he stated with ease, "that some things are not as they appear to be."

Not wanting to give into his amusement and go along with his little game I gave a hard look, "just what is that supposed to mean?"

He merely smiled, "I think that you know." And he then disappeared without the use of his wand or any other outside source. My eyes quickly darted around in confusion, he hadn't used magic, I was sure of it…so how did he just disappear?

I shook my head and decided that I didn't care, I had to find a way out of here, my father and his games could be damned.

I looked at the wide variety of hallways to choose from and randomly choose one. The chosen path that I was on turned out to be dark, dreary, and bleak; everything that I would expect from someplace that my father would imprison me in.

I had no doubt that all of this was somehow his doing. Only he would find it amusing to leave the captured to roam free, searching for a way out. He most likely was somewhere watching, hoping that I would fall into on of his traps so I could surly die a slow and painful death…no one ever said that he wasn't a sick son of a bitch.

"Malfoy!" I heard hissed loudly. I whipped around quickly and saw…Potter?

"What the hell are you doing here," I said bluntly.

"You should know," he said with a glare, "I'm sure that it was you that probably brought me here."

I felt the customary glare come to my face as it did each and every time that I was forced to deal with Harry Potter. I took my eyes away from him and felt my hands go up to my temples, attempting to rub away the confusion. I was in some sort of…place that my father had put together and brought me to. And now the bloody boy who lived was here as well. Great, my day just kept getting better and better. The only thing that could complete it now would be sticking some werewolves into the twisted tale.

"I didn't bring you here," I finally spat out, "but since you are here you might as well make yourself useful Potter, find a way out."

He shook his head in disbelief, "sure anything you want master Malfoy."

"Sarcasm will get you nowhere Potter," I drawled and suddenly felt like I was still in school, picking childish fights with the Gryffindors. I sighed deeply and wondered why my father would have brought Potter into all of this. Granted, he didn't like the boy (in reality, who did?) but what benefit would come to him by trapping him in here.

Suddenly it occurred to me that Potter had had several encounters with evil and danger and all that and had somehow managed to escape relatively unscathed. Yes, this could work in my favor after all, Potter had more dumb luck with these sort of situations than anyone that I knew. He was better than a bloody four leaf clover.

"All right then Potter, since we are both obviously trapped here why don't we find a way out?"

"And exactly why should I trust you?" I saw him make a move for his wand and lazily rolled my eyes.

"Good one Potter, did you really think that someone like my father would not think to take your wand from you?"

His face clearly betrayed his confusion and he seemed to temporarily forget that he was supposed to be making irrational accusations about me. "Your father," he said in an incredulous tone, "but he's in Azkaban."

"Well," I said irritably, "apparently not anymore." Not giving him an opportunity to ask questions that I didn't have answers to I quickly began to add, "so just how did you get here Potter? Is there a big neon green sign flashing evil lair here?"

"No," he snarled, "how do you think I got here Malfoy? I was kidnapped."

Feeling as though I was speaking to a child I started to speak in a condescending tone, "what is the last thing you remember before coming here, where were you before you ran into me?"

His eyes cast down to the floor and he looked somewhat embarrassed, "I was…asleep. I woke up and I was here feeling like death warmed over. I got up and started to walk and then I met you. How did you get here?"

"Somewhat the same way," I said not wanting to give anything away. I still couldn't recall what had happened to me; I didn't need Potter to know that. "Look," I said taking charge, "lets just keep moving, it's best not to stay in the same spot too long."

And so, I wandered around with Potter and quickly decided that this could be marked down as one of the top ten weirdest experiences I had ever had.