A/N: Hey peeps. Finally another update! I didn't have much time is all.
Everyone! I just entered High School! Woot! Go me!
Anyway to:
sharona: you reviewed to the first chappie of my fanfiction! Thank you so much!
WARNINGS: OOCness, Spoilers
So on with the show!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own.
Where the Lilies Bloom: Chapter 1
"Draco."
"Draco!"
"DRACO!"
Draco Malfoy snapped out of his daydream with a start.
"What?" He snapped irritably. "What is it?"
Pansy Parkinson looked at Draco with concern. Her pug nose was scrunched up in confusion and lines on her forehead showed her worry.
"What's the matter with you these days, Draco? You're always daydreaming or something. You never listen to me anymore."
'Like I listened to you in the first place.' Draco thought.
As Pansy babbled on, Draco looked around the great hall. It was their final year at Hogwarts. Since Potter had defeated the Dark Lord last year, all of the Slytherins were either on close watch or in Azkaban with the rest, who carried a dark mark.
'Lucky me.' he sighed bitterly. 'I got to stay here with Pansy, get my house taken away, visit both my parents in Azkaban where they're happily rotting away, get spied on everywhere I go, and I don't get to taunt Potter anymore.'
For some reason, no interaction with Potter gave Draco a bad feeling at the pit of his stomach. Anything was better than total ignorance from Potter. It was like he wasn't worthy of Potter's attention anymore, now that the threat of the Dark Lord was gone.
"Draco! Are you listening to me!" Pansy's shrill voice broke through Draco's thoughts.
"What now?"
"I asked you if you were going to the Halloween Ball this weekend?"
"Why would I go?"
"Because you get to go with me silly! Taking me to the Ball is going to be so much fun! Years from now we'll look upon this moment and tell it to our children, Rose and Lily!"
'Lilies…'
Pansy's voice drowned out as memory drifted back into his mind.
"His smile was abruptly torn from his torn from his face as his mother slapped his cheek."
Draco put a hand on his cheek. He could still feel the sting. But what he remembered the most was the ache in his chest. His mother didn't love him anymore because of that garden…
Draco got rid of the thought quickly. 'I went through this…it doesn't matter anymore.'
"Draco? Are you okay? Does your cheek hurt?"
"I'm fine Pansy. Let's go to bed."
With Pansy clinging onto his arm, he went down into the dungeons with the other few Slytherins, not noticing a pair of bright green eyes following him out the doors.
