So sorry, but I'm skipping three years later...
Main Characters and Ages
Sheila Carter: Sixteen Years Old.
Draco Malfoy: Sixteen Years Old.
Roger Davies: Nineteen Years Old.
Oliver Wood: Nineteen Years Old.
Cedric Diggory: Deceased. Comes back Seventeen.
Harry Potter: Sixteen Years Old.
Ronald Weasley: Sixteen Years Old.
Hermione Granger: Sixteen Years Old.
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Chapter Two: From His Point of View (Three Years Later)
"Draco, come."
"No, Father."
"Give her to me!"
"NO! You and your murderous friend there will have to kill me. I'm not giving her up."
"Young Malfoy... and his little kitten?" Something in my arms squirmed and held onto me tightly. I clenched my teeth.
"Shut up. What do you want from me, Voldemort?"
"Her. Can you not see she is a mudblood?"
"Don't call her that!" Light shone onto my face and the girl in my arms - I knew her. From somewhere. I don't know where. She had long, jet black hair and deep brown eyes. They were wide in fear.
I snapped back. I was in bed in the Slytherin Common Room. That was the fifth time I've had that same dream in a month. It was October now, and I've been having those dreams ever since I saw him.Voldemort. I saw him and my father torturing someone by the name of Mackenzie. Larry Mackenzie. It haunted me and I really don't think I'm fit to be a Slytherin. Something in my head clicked that night. I finally saw my father for who he was - a murderer. Is that who I wanted to be? I don't think so. I couldn't do anything about it, though. What would people think of me if I went about, preaching about how bad Moldy-Voldy is? I still couldn't place the face of the girl in my dream. I took a glance at my alarm clock. Seven thirty. I decided it was time to get changed and all that shit.
I made my way down to the Great Hall to find only a few Gryffindors and teachers there. Stupid, bloody Gryffindors. Then that's when I saw her. She was a Gryffindor. Her. The girl in my nightmares. Why would I have been protecting a mudblood?
There was another dream I had, too. The death of Diggory. I was looking through Diggory's eyes. It was scary and it made me open my own eyes a little. I still never conversed with Potty, Weasel or Granger. I admit, I was afraid of what people would think if I did.
"Malfoy?" The girl sat down beside me, noticing the troubled look on my face.
"What do you want, Carter?" I snapped, then stopped. I actually knew her name.
"What's wrong?"
"Why is a Gryffindor talking to me?" I asked coldly and stabbed at my ham.
"Hey, Sheila!" Weasley called. He ran up to us. "Why are you talking to him?"
"I think she can talk to anyone she wants, Weasley," I said. Ron gave me a look that clearly said 'fuck you'.
"Come on, Sheila." Sheila gave me a sympathetic look before allowing herself to be dragged away by Ron. Did I just call him Ron? I meant Weasley.
"'Ello, Malfoy," Pansy Parkinson said and siddled up next to me. God, I hate her.
"Hi, Pansy."
"Why were you talking to her?"
"I wasn't. She came up to me," I said defensively.
"Is it just me, or are you becoming a little soft?" she asked. I stood up.
"Oh, shut up, you pug-faced - " I stopped before anything else came out of my mouth. Potter, Weasley, Granger and Carter were all staring at me. I just snapped back to Pansy Parkinson. Sure, I've done it before, but I called her 'pug-faced'. That's a Gryffindor diss. The two younger professors, Davies and Wood, were also staring at me. I stormed out of the Great Hall without another look back.
"Malfoy! Hey, DRACO!" I looked over my shoulder and saw Sheila running after me.
"What?" I asked without the usual venom I usually put in my words.
"Um... what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Everything is wrong."
"Sheila! There you are!" Potter, Granger and Weasley all came running. Damn those three.
"You again?" Weasley asked poisonously.
"Yes, me again, Weasel."
"Why are you talking to him again?"
"Because I want to. Come on, Draco." Sheila took my hand and dragged me away from them. I was too shocked to even stop her. "Now, talk."
"Don't worry about it. I just had a couple bad dreams, is all," I replied, my eyes darting all over the place in search of Slytherins that might have seen me, but they were all in the Great Hall by now.
"What class do you have first?" she asked me.
"Potions, you?"
"Same. We always have double potions together. Walk with me there?"
"Yeah, sure."
