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Draco Malfoy awoke early that morning after a restless sleep and would have given anything to just have the night back again so he didn't have to get up to face the day.

He stood at the cold hard steps of Azkaban prison; waiting to meet his father. He had deep dread at the bottom of his stomach, knowing the meeting would be brief but filled with put downs and accusations. Reluctantly, he sat down at the table waiting for his father to enter the room.

"Draco." Lucius said flatly.

"Hello father, how have you been?" Draco asked trying desperately not to sound too cheerful.

"I'm in prison Draco." his father stated simply.

"Yes, err.... things are going great at work."

"Don't lie; I do have visitors other than you Draco. One of whom happens to work in your department," Draco's fake smile disappeared, "Oh yes he has had lots to say about you!"

Draco gulped, as his father's smirk grew wider.

"The conversations I have had with him only prove you're the waste of space that I always knew you where!"

Here we go! Draco sighed under his breath.

"You can't do anything right can you?! I gave you every opportunity money could buy and what do you repay me with? Not with the success that I expect! No you repay me with nothing but utter disappointment! My patience is quickly running out Draco. Sort your mess out!" His father stared at him for what seemed like forever with harsh cold eyes.

"Yes father-I'm sorry!" Draco's eyes fell to the floor. His father stood up abruptly staring down at him with utter disgust.

"What would your mother say?!" he asked coldly before leaving the room not looking back at his son.

His father's words cut into him like a knife. He knew that Draco's one weakness was the memory of his late mother, who had been killed at the hand of one of the Aurors in a fierce battle.

He walked into the Ministry of Magic late determined to do something worthwhile yet having no idea what exactly that would be. He knew full well that there was nothing on his desk that he could do so late at night yet every ounce of him wanted to prove his father wrong. He looked at his desk searching for something, anything! He finally gave up, exasperated.

It's him that's brought all of the shame on the family yet he acts like it was me, he thought angrily to himself.

Eventually he got up, defeated and slowly pushed the button on the lift. When the doors opened was greeted by Hermione Granger. "Draco? What are you doing here?" She asked surprised.

"I was just forgot something, what about you? Why are you here?" He asked.

"Didn't want to go home." She said quietly starting at the floor of the lift. He looked at her in surprise.

"Oh...me neither really" He replied.

"Rough day?" she asked.

"You could say that. I went, well I had to go to visit dad in prison."

Hermione shifted uncomfortably next to him, "That mustn't have been fun," she noted dryly.

"No it wasn't." There was palpable pain in his voice. The lift came to a stop and the two hesitated as they came to the exit.

"Err well goodnight Draco" Hermione said trying to smile.

"Yeah goodnight Hermione." They both walked in opposite directions stopping after only a few steps. Both turning to talk to each other at the same time, they let off a small laugh.

"Would you like to go for a drink?" Draco asked, knowing she was bound to say no. How could she say yes? After all he had made her life hell in school and his father was the Death Eater who had helped Voldemort to kill her best friend.

After a moment she replied, "Yes, ok." She sighed deeply, looking towards the fireplace and knowing full well what would be waiting for her when she got home.

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