Hey! It's currently 3:09 in the morning. I couldn't get to sleep, and I just figured out how I wanted this chapter to go, so here I am, typing away. And I've also decided that I don't want this to be like, a really long story and have like, 30 chapters or something. So, in accordance with that, I have come to the conclusion that there will probably be like, 2 or 3 more chapters. I don't really want to go into the whole school year and everything, ya know? I've also just realized that I have said 'like' a lot, so I'll stop now and start with the story. See you at the bottom!

XoKaSsIeox No, that was not a dream. It's ok, I get like that sometimes too. Thanks for the good review!

Lady of the Realm Your review made me laugh! lol Thanks for the encouragement, it means a lot. As I read back now, I could see where you get rude, but then again, he was angry and in the heat of the moment. I find that most people tend to get rather rude when they're mad, I think it's just cause they don't care anymore, and I wanted to make it real, ya know? Well, maybe you don't and I'm just strange, but Thanks Bunches for the review!

Plooshgirl Yeah, we cool. I'm glad you're still reading, too. Your questions are good, but I just can't answer them yet! Sorry. Thanks for the excellent review!

SexySlytherin2 (Jackie) How do you do that? You're like, so close it's scary! That's almost exactly what happens, but there's an (hopefully) unexpected aspect (or two) that comes into play and adds confusion for Draco. You're one of my best reviewers, thanks!

Lucivar I'm thrilled that you think it flows well and it's captivating! Hmm…how should I answer about Ron? How about, one is right, and one has just a bit of truth to it. I'll leave it to you to decide which is which. Thanks Bunches for the wonderful review!


Chapter 12 : BOOM! (For no particular reason)

Draco didn't come out of his room for the whole day, not even when Hermione came knocking. She went to bed worried about him, and woke up with a horrid feeling in the pit of her stomach. She went down to breakfast, hoping Draco was there, only to be disappointed. Practically choking down her food, she took some extra food up on a tray, intending to entice him to open the door with it. She momentarily set the tray on the floor to knock on the door. After knocking several times, even shouting his name, there was still nothing from the inside. Hermione sighed defeatedly, picking the tray up, and going back downstairs, her frown only increasing. She sat at the table just being miserable for a few moments, then silently determining to herself that she wouldn't let Draco to continue doing whatever he was doing in there alone. Marching back upstairs, she stopped at his door, pounding, demanding to be let in. With only silence greeting her, she gave a low growl, and yanked on the doorknob, surprised when the door flew open. Hermione walked in, glancing about, and realized that no one was even in the room. Immediately, panic ran through her whole body, and she was about to scream and assure herself that everything was fine when she spotted a piece of notebook paper folded up on the bed. Walking over mechanically, she snatched it off the bed and sat down, unfolding it. It didn't even take her a minute to read it.

Hermione

I'm sorry. I hope to see you soon.

Draco

She started taking deep, calming breaths, and left the room, walking shakily down the stairs, as everyone was still in the kitchen. Hermione stopped just inside the door, still breathing deeply, and was totally silent. It wasn't long before everyone else in the kitchen was silent as well. Ginny broke it.

"Hermione…?"

"He left. He's gone."

"What?"

"Draco. He's gone somewhere. Said he 'hoped' to see me soon. (She choked on the tears threatening to escape her throat) Do you know what that means?"

"Um…that he needed a break?"

"It means he thinks there's a possibility that he won't see me again. Like he'd be –dead – or something. Where'd he go? Why would he go if he thought he might die?" Her voice was quivering by the time she finished her sentence.


Draco was currently sneaking into his parent's room at Malfoy Manor. Using the skills that his father had drilled into him since the age of two, he managed to sneak in and grab both of his parents' wands. He left just as silently as he had come, and went into his father's study. He knew just where to look for the letter that 'someone' had sent his father, informing him of Draco's 'un-Malfoy-ish' behavior that led to the whole damned night. Ah, right there. Lucius Malfoy was known for keeping everything in order and this was no different.

"Dear Lucius,

I am sad to inform you that Draco hasn't been himself lately. I'm worried about him. I think he might be having second thoughts about siding with the Dark Lord. I've even heard the wretched Weasley boy saying that he doesn't seem as mean to that mudblood bookworm anymore. I'm just looking out for my future family, and I know you will take this seriously. I would just hate to see Draco turn out like some muggle-lover, and I care deeply for him. He ignores me every time I bring it up, I'm afraid you're his last hope.

Sincerely, Pansy Parkinson"

Figures it is Ron who tips her over the edge and makes her write my father, he thought. He heard the door, and looked up to see his father standing in the doorway. He put the letter down and sat in the chair, putting his feet on the desk.

"Draco."

"Actually, I go by Ryan now. Not that you would know anything about that though, right?"

"You've been watching muggle cop shows. How disgusting." He sneered.

"Oh, it's okay. You're more disgusting, so I guess you'd be used to it."

"Don't speak to your father in such a tone." His voice like ice. Thin, cold, and hard.

"Oh, but I don't. My father is back in America, with my mom. You see, I've decided I don't want you anymore."

"Really?"

"Oh yes. They are much better parents than you ever were. And after I take care of you, I'll go visit them for Christmas."

"How very foolish of you to think you could ever beat me, Draco."

"I told you, it's Ryan. Is it really very foolish of me, when I have your wand? And Narcissa's?"

"Your mother."

"No. A mother would never let a father do that to her child. My mother in America, why, she would never do anything of the sort to me."

"Your mother loves you. I don't know why since you're a horrible excuse of a son, but she does, so show some damned respect."

"Nope. I don't think I will. I'd been wondering why she begged you not to kill me, my guess was she just didn't like the thought. This complicates things a little."

"You won't be doing anything, so it really doesn't matter."

"Oh, yes I will be doing something. You won't like it, but then again, you won't remember."

He quickly stunned Lucius, did a silencing charm just in case, and then severed his left arm. It was rather messy, and much more bloody than he would have liked, but he didn't care at the moment. He could see the pain in his eyes, and didn't even care. That's what scared him the most, looking back on the night. He picked up the arm from the floor, looking over the DarkMark on it. He hit his father with his bloodied arm, and said, laughing

"Stop hittin yourself, stop hittin yourself." Seeing his eyes harden, and questioning, he couldn't help but adding "Sorry. Couldn't resist doing that, I mean really, it is sorta funny." Lucius silently fumed.

"Well, maybe not to you, but definently to me. Too bad you won't remember anything, it'd be fun to drop by and tease you about it."

His stunning spell was just wearing off, so he raised his wand, pointed it directly at him, and hollered.

"AV – no just kidding. I couldn't kill you, Hermione wouldn't like that. But I can do what you did to me.

OBLIVIATE!" He fell to the floor, fully unconscious. Draco went into the room, watching his mother sleeping for a moment. No, he decided, I won't cause her pain. Her memories can just slip away with the night. He whispered the same charm at his mother, not wanting to wake her, but still making it powerful.

He went back into the study, avoiding the blood on the carpet. He quickly wrote a letter to St. Mungo's, saying nothing besides there were two people without memory in the Malfoy Manor. He even used his left hand, making it look like a five-year-olds writing. After all, he couldn't have some smartass dude matching his handwriting. He cleaned everything with a simple spell, and walked out of the house. Finally letting himself imagine how pissed Hermione was going to be with him, he didn't even notice someone coming up from behind him.


OOOHHHH! I think I'll leave it at that. Sounds good, right? Don't hate me! Who it is? What will they do? What will Draco do? What will Hermione do to Draco? And before you even say anything, yes, the arm bit was rather nasty, but he had to get some kind of cruel and unusual punishment in. Plus he wanted to remove the DarkMark, to lesson Lucius's chances of remembering anything. I'll write more later!

Dizzy