Very bored… I've been switching from 2 stories.

Maybe this chapter could be rated R for language. It's not that bad though…Just a few F-U's here and there…

Oh, and a lot of it is really boring and really useless so you could skim around, and you'll still get what you're reading. Hey, it's a dumbass chapter, but maybe with some helpful reviews, I can work harder on the later chapters. Haha… I have a way of starting off really corny.

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Draco Malfoy.

We are sorry to inform you that your father, Lucius Malfoy had been given the kiss on the 20th of June after his 10th attempt to break out of Azkaban and killing a muggle on the way.

You will be excused from your classes for 3 days and you will be given time to spend with your mother and to attend his burial.

Your best wishes,

The ministry of Magic.

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"Fuck! Fuck you! It's you're fucking fault!" A teary Draco raged at his headmaster.

"Draco! Calm down, man! It's okay." Blaise held Draco as he lunged forward threateningly.

"Mr. Zabini, it is fine. Sometimes, it is best to let out your anger the harsh way." The aging Dumbledore peered over his spectacles and sat down. In doing so, he received a killing glare from Draco.

"He's dead! What the hell am I supposed to do! What the bloody hell and I supposed to do?"

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, you can worry about that later but your first priority is to go find your mother at home and spend time with her. She must be very distressed right now."

"I don't care! I don't care! What's going to happen to me? Huh? Tell me that!"

The usual twinkle in his eyes grew solemn.

"Mr. Malfoy. There is something that you MUST do."

Draco got the hint and plopped down angrily on the chair.

"As you are right now, I can only guess that your mother is going through the same thing, except no one to calm her down. You must get there as soon as possible before she does something terribly stupid."

Draco didn't move. "Why do you care so much about my family now? Has Potter been fired from the job?"

The old headmaster only blinked. "Mr. Malfoy, I suggest you listen to my advice and go to aid your mother. Mr. Zabini will cover for you. You are supposed to leave tomorrow, but this is urgent. Now, get all your belongings packed, and meet Professor Snape outside the Slytherin house. Good day."

Giving Professer Dumbledore one last glare, he left the great room accompanied by Blaise.

"Blaise. What am I going to do?"

"Dude, man, chill. At least you don't have your dad hanging over you anymore."

"No, it's not that…"

"Then what is it? You nearly killed the old man in there."

"I failed the NEWTS. And there's no one to back me up now."

"Now it's come to you. You weren't going to use your dad anyway… and plus. Now, he can't hurt you for failing and your mother will be so sad that she won't think about that."

"What happens if I fail? What happens if I didn't take the tests?"

"I told you so. And you didn't listen."

Draco sneered at his friend and rushed away.

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"Knight to D4." A white knight slid to a square on the chess board and slaughtered the black pawn.

"Ah! Ron! You told me you'll be easy on me!" Harry Potter pushed up his glasses farther up his nose and mussed up his hair. He rested his cheek on his hand and thought.

"Hurry up, mate! I don't have all day!" Ron imitated Harry's posture.

"What are you doing? You should be working on your potions essay! It's because of you that we even got the essay," Hermione said angrily, looking at Harry. "And, to tell you the truth, I really didn't have time for that!"

Both boys looked down sheepishly. "Sorry. We didn't mean to."

Hermione sighed. "It's alright. Just get back to work. I'm heading over to the library, okay?" She picked up her books and left Harry and Ron. The two boys looked at each other.

"Queen to A6!"

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There was an abnormally large crowd at the library that day.

The head girl walked in, trying to see what the commotion was.

"Move! Out of my way! What is going on here?" Hermione asked to anyone who was there. The noise level dropped. There was a faint whimpering.

It was Draco Malfoy.

THE Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy!" Hermione stared awestruck. She was in middle of a big crowd of inspectors around a table, along with Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. When she regained her voice, she exclaimed, "What the hell is going on here?"

The library fell quiet; there was not a sound from anywhere. Lucky the librarian was nowhere to be seen.

"Shut up, mudblood." Blaise's voice broke the deathly silence.

"What?"

"I said, shut up, mudblood. Can't you tell when somebody is distressed? This isn't something the goody-goody head girl can't fix. Fuck off. You don't belong here right now. We don't need you right now." There was a pathetic sniff from Draco.

Hermione didn't move. She felt that she should do something, but human emotions were best healed by love and care, not points taken off. Slowly, she kneeled down in front of Draco. She tried to look at him with his head bent down. "Malfoy." Draco's head shot up and glared at her.

Her countenance grew calm and smooth. "I hope you feel better." She stood back up and walked out of the library.

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"I fail the NEWTS, my father died, Snape is not helping me, I have to go back to help my mother, and the mudblood and half the school just saw me blubbering in the library. What is wrong with this world?" Draco muttered to his friend as he continued transforming rocks into ants and smashing them with a hammer.

"It's okay. The school's seen worse from you before."

"I mean, I think my life is over! I've lost everything! What more could I possibly lose?"

"Hm… yeah, you've got a point there."

"And, I go home, and mother will be telling me 'oh, since your father died, you are the man of this house. You'll have a good job and get many NEWTS, and be the perfect little boy I always wanted you to be.' I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do then? Tell her that I skipped the NEWTS?"

"Yeah. You are screwed."

Draco threw the lid of his trunk down and sighed. "How can I be so stupid?"

"I told you so."

"Well, I'm off now. Watch Pansy and make sure she doesn't go screw another guy. Especially you."

"Okay… now hurry up. I'm waiting for Pansy." Blaise grinned at his joke, but Draco wasn't interested.

"I don't think I can tell my mother. What do I say? 'Your son screwed his life, and now, we're all doomed?'"

"Tell her the truth. Tell her everyone makes mistakes and all the crap."

Draco looked at Blaise suspiciously. "Aha! You've done that before, haven't you?"

"Of course. Now get out of here. Off you go. Bye! Have fun!"

"Alright, mate. Catch you later. Locomotor trunks" The heavy plastic trunks lifted off the bed and followed Draco out the door.

'Oh, god, Draco. You are so screwed.' Blaise sighed and plopped down on Draco's bed .

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Draco's mother had nearly suffocated him with her embrace when he stepped into his manor. The mood was certainly very different. It was quiet, tranquil, and peaceful, but also had a mourning taste to it.

"Oh! Draco! Are you okay? Have you been crying?"

"NO! I mean… no, mother."

"Your eyes are all red! And your face is all blotchy! You always get ugly when you cry." His mother began to shoot more tears onto his damp shirt.

"No, mother, I'm fine. I didn't get enough sleep last night, that's all."

"OH, what do we do? Without your father, we will have no financial support. I'm so sorry, Draco! I know you're used to the best… I don't know what I can do. Maybe I should have gotten a job…"

"Mother, it's fine. Everything will be okay. The ministry sends enough money for us to live for over a year when a prisoner dies. And I'm sure father had left some sort of fund in Gringotts."

"Yes, but from now on, we will have to cut back so much. Our only chance to live well is for you to get a decent job right after school, and make some more money for us. Oh! I feel so bad making you work already to support yourself."

Draco muttered, "I can manage."

"Oh, Draco. You are such an angel. And with a smart brain like yours, there is no doubt you'll help us through this, right? Your father and I have spent so much for you to get the best at school. I know you will have such a respectable position at the ministry by now. We've been contributing so much…"

Draco felt a pang of guilt as he heard his mother ramble on about his future and how it will weigh their future; how their well-being depended on his; how he better have a better rank in the ministry than the "filthy muggleborns"; how Draco was the best son ever; how she ought to make a feast for him. He wanted to say so much that he was not as good as he seemed, and that his future was a big zero, and his well-being was demolished weeks ago, and how the "filthy muggleborns" will definitely have a better job than he will. But, Draco could not bring himself to do that.

'Maybe I'll just work at the Leaky Cauldrons or Three Broomsticks. I'm sure they don't need someone with NEWT standard knowledge to work there.'

Draco sighed and looked hopelessly at his poor mother.

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And so, the last weeks of Hogwarts passed by, with the knowledge that Draco had failed his NEWTs and his family looming over his head. Teachers couldn't even look at him when he walked by or sat in their classes. Snape had a way of pretending that he was a big stone in one potions class when Draco sat there waving his arm around in the air while Snape deliberately ignored him.

On the morning of the last day of school, Snape gathered all the Slytherins into the common room along with a crate of small pebbles.

"Today, at the graduation ceremony, the seventh years will be given hats to throw up. Even though it is a silly tradition, every graduating person in the school must do it to show their achievement in the year. Come get your stupid hats. Ackle, Forman." And Snape took a pebble, transformed it into a black pointed cap and almost threw it at Forman.

"Mavery, Diller." Another hat came flying to a student.

"Nott, Ben"

Malfoy perked up. He was usually right after Diller.

'What the hell is going on?'

"Zabini, Blaise. Okay. Party's over. Get back to packing." Snape's robe swished behind him as he walked swiftly out. Draco ran up to catch up.

"Professor Snape, sir!" The professor swiveled around with another sharp move.

"Yes?"

"You didn't call my name, sir."

"Of course I didn't."

"Well… don't you think I get a hat, Professor?"

"No… Not really."

"But… sir, maybe there was a mistake. I'm a seventh year, and it's my year to graduate, right?"

"Ah, but I'm afraid you are not graduating."

Draco froze. "What are you talking about?

Snape looked at him from the side. "You are a great disappointment to the teachers and your family, you know. Especially me; I would have expected better of you, Draco. Still, you decide that your social life is more important than your whole life. Good day."

"Wait, Professor!"

"What is it now? You failed your NEWTS. You failed your life! You cannot go on without passing at least one test, Draco. I cannot do anything about it. I'll see you next year."

"Professor! Please! My father had just died and my mother depends on me. Please… just let me pass by. I don't care how I barely made it. I can't come again! My mother would go ballistic on me! She might even kill me! Or, maybe not even TELL her… can't you…"

"No, I'm sorry, I can't. A letter has been sent this morning. She must have received it by now. This is the end of this conversation, Mr. Malfoy. Good bye." Emotionless, the professor walked away briskly without hesitating.

"No!" Draco tried to run after Professor Snape, but tripped over his ropes and fell flat out.

"aaRRRGGHHHHHH… I hate my dumbass life! What's wrong with me?" Draco looked at the ceiling and cried out, "What have I ever done to you? Why must you repay me like this?"

A group of fourth years scurried past him.

"I hate you! You are an evil, jealous, cruel man who takes pleasure from my failure! What am I supposed to do with my life?"

A crowd around him was amassing in size, but Draco was blind to them.

"Laugh if you will! I'm going to succeed! And rub that in your fucking face!" Draco made a rude gesture. "Take that, bitch!"

"DRACO MALFOY!" A curly haired girl made her way. She was blurry through his unleaked tears, but he knew automatically who it was when he caught a glint of silver when he saw the head girl badge sitting proudly on her chest.

"DRACO MALFOY. 20 POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN. GET OFF THE FLOOR AND LOOK AROUND YOU! YOU ARE CREATING ONE HELL OF A SCENE! GET UP! GET UP!" She tried to pull him up, but he did not budge.

"STOP IT! GET UP! GET UP BEFORE I CALL A TEACHER! THERE IS A FEAST TO ATTEND AND YOU ARE STOPPING EVERYONE FROM GOING! MOVE!"

Draco turned to face the Hermione.

Slowly, he got up and weaved his way out of the crowd.

He stopped.

Again, he turned to face everyone.

"Have a fantastic feast. Have a bloody fucking fantastic feast."

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Ah… another weirdo chapter.

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