Disclaimer: I do not own any of the animals, places and characters in this story they all belong to J.K Rowling no one else. Chapter2: Not again. Her soft lips brushed against his sending shivers down his spine, he flung one of his arms out hoping to catch the offender and pull them back in to finish, but there was no one there, only empty space. He heard giggling. It was familiar, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He realised the giggling was slowly retreating. He raced towards it. He didn't like to be toyed with.Eventually the sound vanished altogether leaving him all alone, standing in a void of never ending darkness He woke. "Please sir it is time to get up, sir, please get up," Draco flinched. The stupid little house elf was touching him, Draco Malfoy, with its dirty little finger. "Stop touching me you stupid little git," he muttered while pushing the things finger away. "I'm up already. Get out of my room before I curse you to tomorrow." He pushed the scared house elf away, and slipped to the side of his silk covered bed, while the house elf scampered from his room. He placed his head in his hands, shivering while remembering how the house elf had awoken him. He didn't even want to think about what else that elf had touched. He got up and headed towards his ensuite, all the while pulling of his shirt to reveal his well-toned chest. He grabbed a quick shower before returning to his room, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked around his room for something to wear. His platinum blond hair hung loosely around his face as he grabbed a black shirt and slipped it over his head. He quickly pulled on some black pants and headed back to the bathroom. He dipped his hands into his gel pot and slicked his hair back, his father liked it neat, not messy and all over the place. Who was he kidding, he didn't care what his father thought of him, but this was his trademark hairstyle. He quickly checked his hair in the mirror in case he missed anything, and headed back to his room. He chanced a quick glance at his bedside table, the place where that god forsaken letter from that stupid git Dumbledore stood: Dear Mr Malfoy,We are pleased to inform you, that you have been selected to represent Hogwarts as their new Head Boy.Please report to Professor McGonagall on the Hogwarts Express for your duties.Yours truly, Professor A. Dumbledore He just sighed, it wasn't like he would have to do any of his duties anyway. It was more then likely that the stupid, Mudblood, Granger would get Head girl, so he would leave all of the duties to her. He could crush her easily, she was so weak. It was hilarious to watch her try to hurt him with her puny comebacks. He exited his room and headed towards the stairs, passing his parents room. It was unnaturally quiet for this time in the morning. He slowly pushed the door open. Still standing in the doorway he saw it, the body of his mother, just lying there on the floor at the end of the bed in a pool of her own blood, which was slowly seeping from the wound in her heart, staring with unseeing eyes towards the heavens.Then there was his father, standing over her body, bloody knife in his hand, andThe blood from Draco's deceased mother dripping from the knife over his hand and then dripping ever so slowly towards the ground. It was as if time had stopped for that split second. He couldn't understand it, they were happy, weren't they? What happened? Did he do something wrong? No he didn't do anything! Everything was fine, he was sure of it! Then his vision blurred and he was standing in the doorway of his parent's room. The room was empty, no blood stains on the ground, no body lying at the foot of the bed and no crazed father standing over his mother's body with a bloody knife. It was all just a vision, a vision of the past. It would never happen again. His father was gone, taken to Azkaban, for the murder of his wife and working for Voldemort. He didn't care where his father went. He never really cared for him anyway. It was his mother that he missed the most. He turned from the empty room, and headed back to the stairs. His life was over here. He didn't have to return to Malfoy Manor. He could do as he pleased. He headed straight for the entrance hall. He wasn't going to stay here any longer. It held to many bad memories. The house elves had already packed his stuff into the car. He didn't stop to say goodbye to anyone, he didn't care for the house elves. He jumped into the car and slammed the door shut. The car sped off. He didn't need to look back at the house. He still remembered it. He would always remember it. Second chapter up, finally! Sorry for the delay had to get my wonderful editor Merenwen Lossehelin to edit it. She is wonderful.

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