A/N: Hello my dear reviewers. How have you been? Glad to see you back for the new chapter. Hm. I didn't get as many reviews as I would have liked, but I can't always get what I want. Well I hope that you enjoy the new chapter, and please have mercy and send me a review at the end, thanks.

Disclaimer: Yep. I'm J.K. Rowling. That's right I wrote the Harry Potter books, I know how they're going to end. Wait for it... Wait for it... Harry and Voldemort star in a ballet together. And, if you believed that, I've got a bridge in Philadelphia to sell you. So no, I do not own Harry Potter. Sighs at the stupidity of all who believed that Yeah, so don't sue me, okay thanks, bye.

Something was missing; something very important something called Prucay le cine vuswaw. Draco suddenly began to feel very sick, and it wasn't because he was nervous. No, that wasn't the reason at all

Chapter Two

On The Road Again

Draco held his stomach and moaned in pain. Had he actually drunk the poison? But how? The water bottle! But he had drunk that well over five minutes ago. Maybe it was a coincidence, or, judging by Pyrites stepping out of the darkness... maybe not. Pyrites stepped out into the room, it was dark so Draco couldn't see his face, but he had the idea that Pyrites was smirking at him, and also looking very smug.

"Two rules of murder, Draco," Pyrites chuckled slightly, stepping forward. "One, make sure the poison works as fast and as well as it is supposed to. And two, don't, under any circumstances drink the poison."

Draco began to chuckle a little then, slowly, to laugh hysterically in spite of the pain. He laughed so hard that tears began to stream down his face, and his stomach began to hurt from laughter rather than poison.

"What, are you laughing at?" Pyrites asked, his smirk slipping from his face a little.

"Th—the irony," Draco gasped, still laughing.

"What irony!" Pyrites yelled, getting angry because Draco was laughing, not screaming in pain like he was supposed to be.

Draco took three slow, deep breathes before explaining, "First, you foiled my plans to poison Ernie, and take up the post of Head Boy. Then, you return the bottle of poison to me, almost as if in apology. And now, you've used my own poison on me, but it doesn't even work how it's supposed to, so I guess now I have foiled your plan by finding it funny."

"Sure," Pyrites smirked. "I guess I have to agree with you, it is ironic. Here, drink this," he tossed a small bottle into Draco's lap. Draco grabbed it and read the label, "antidote," before drinking it all in one, slow gulp.

In an instant the pain was gone, and so Draco was able to think clearly. "Pyrites I have a question, if you abided by your own rules of murder, then you would not have know that that poison did not work. So would it not be true that you were trying to murder me? And if that is the case then I have every right to know why." Draco looked at Pyrites with such a hate in that moment that you cannot imagine.

Pyrites stood and faced Draco, matching his expression of hate. "You're right Draco, I didn't know if that poison would work or not, I didn't know if you would die or live and frankly I didn't care one bit. Because you see, my murdering you would not be a crime in anyone's eyes. It wouldn't be a crime to the Ministry of Magic because you attempted murder yourself, and it would not appear a crime to The Dark Lord because you are not yet a Death Eater and therefore you are not protected by him as I am," Pyrites turned to leave but Draco stopped him.

"If you did not care Pyrites, then why did you give me the antidote," Draco now stood smugly, apparently he believed he had just caught Pyrites in the midst of a great lie.

"I gave you the antidote because though I do not care whether you die or not, while you are alive you may be a very helpful Death Eater, very useful you might say," before Draco was able to fully comprehend what Pyrites had told him, he was gone, almost, as if he wee never there. That night Draco went to bed with his head spinning with the words "you might be a very helpful Death Eater," well it sounded good to him, with that last thought Draco fell into a dreamless slumber.

The Hogwarts Express

Draco woke up early on the morning of September 1st; groggily he stumbled out of bed and into a cold shower. As soon as the water hit his face his mind cleared and he was able to think clearly. There were some perks about not being Head Boy, for one he would not have to work with that bookworm mudblood Granger all year. Also, he wouldn't have to worry about having so many responsibilities, so he could focus on getting the grades to start off high in the Ministry, there was no doubt that he would anyway (Thanks to his father) (A/N: Oh incase you haven't noticed Lucius isn't in azkaban.) but you couldn't be too sure.

After his shower, Draco headed down many flights of stairs, stopping for a moment to reflect on the grandness of his house, and the perfectness of his life, for breakfast.

As he entered the kitchen an amazingly pleasant fragrance hit him in full force, his mother had prepared an extravagant going away feast for him. Draco filled up on whatever he liked. Once he was unable to eat anything else, he went back up the stairs to his bedroom.

Draco looked once again, to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything; he hadn't, and then carried his trunk down the stairs.

At precisely ten o'clock, Draco said his goodbyes and then Apprated into King's Cross station to board the Hogwarts Express and leaned nonchalantly against the barrier dividing platforms 9 and 10. Draco disappeared onto platform 9 ¾ before Muggles could contaminate him.

Draco immediately spotted his friends Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise coming his way, and Pansy Parkinson wasn't far behind them. Nodding at Blaise, Draco greeted his friends and then smirked at Pansy, who was practically giddy with excitement at seeing him.

Draco sighed and thought to himself; it's nice to be treated like a god again.

Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, Pansy, and Draco boarded the Express together, and found an empty compartment they could all share.

At exactly eleven o'clock, the train started up and sped out of the station carrying Draco off to his final year at Hogwarts. Around twelve o'clock, the lady with the lunch trolley came and offered them snacks, they all bought a good bit, Crabbe and Goyle the most, and settled down to eat and talk about N.E.W.T.'S (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests), Quidditch, and very quietly, becoming a Death Eater.

Around about one o'clock Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle got up and went to find Potter, Weasley, and Granger. They found them sitting together in a carriage, Hermione, who was reading, had a Head Girl Badge pinned to her chest, and Ron and Harry were discussing, what else, Quidditch. Draco opened the carriage door and stepped inside.

"Well, well, well. Look what we found, a potty, a weasel, and a mudblood," Draco smirked, smug as ever.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Malfoy? Don't call her a mudblood! You putrid, ugly, little ferret" Ron yelled as he jumped up and pulled out his wand.

"Careful Weasel, wouldn't want the mudblood to have to give you a detention for unnecessary violence, now, would we?" Draco smirked again.

"Hermione wouldn't give me a detention," Ron stated triumphantly.

"Is that so?" Draco asked, frowning slightly. "I just might have to report that. We can't, after all, have our Head Girl showing favoritism." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered stupidly behind Draco.

Hermione jumped up, "You wouldn't dare," she yelled her face turning red.

"Wouldn't I?" Draco looked as happy as a Malfoy can look.

"Just because you are a stupid Malfoy you think you can do what ever you want. But I've got news for you buddy boy, you can't. Shocking I know, but you are no better than anyone else, in fact, as far as I am concerned, you are nothing but a low down, dirty, rotten, filthy, no good piece of dirt. So please, spare me the pain of looking at your face for another minute, and leave!" Hermione screamed until she was red in the face.

The smirk had disappeared and had been replaced with raw, undisguised hate. "Ever hit a girl, Potter?" Draco asked.

Harry was still gaping at Hermione and jumped when he was addressed. "N—no," he stuttered out, clearly still confused.

"I have," Draco growled.

"Is that a threat, Malfoy?" Hermione asked viciously.

"No, that's a promise." Draco turned and left, Crabbe and Goyle followed slamming the carriage door.

A/N: Hey all I know it's short but I wanted to get it up before the new week started. I really hope you liked it. What to say? Oh don't hate Draco for saying he has hit a girl, I mean, did you really think he hadn't? I just love these little Draco-golden trio fights they are just so much fun to write. Oh well, I leave you with these words, Review, oh please, oh please, kind reader, have mercy and review. Thank you and goodnight.

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