The sneaky one
The temperature was uncertain, the sky was of a deep gray. The wind was very humid, you could tell a storm was coming. A young and handsome man was standing alone on the hill. He was looking nowhere, fixing a nonexistent point in the sky. He looked calmed and posed, truth was, he was hurting so much, that even tears couldn't express the sorrow he was feeling. It was all his fault. His father was dead, his mom broken, the greatest wizard of the century, dead, and it was all of his doing. If he hadn't failed, nothing of this would have happened. Draco Malfoy often thought about what Dumbledore had said to him before IT happened. Deep down, Draco knew he wasn't a killer, for Merlin's sake, he even wanted to become a Mediwizard. It was now impossible for he was marked for life... The road to hell is paved with good intentions and that couldn't be truest in Draco's case.
It was getting late and Draco knew he should return soon to the Riddle castle. He wasn't a prisoner there, but close too. He couldn't risk the life of his mother, as she was the only person left who gave a damn about him. He took the long way home. As he arrived to the castle, he made sure to be noiseless as possible, didn't want to attract any attention on his self. The interior of the house was dark, filthy dark, and Draco was disgusted having to stay in such a dump, as he used to live in a very beautiful manor, "This is fit for the weasel" thought angrily the boy, "not someone of my own class." The Malfoy Manor was now the property of Narcissa, and they couldn't go back there, for one, Draco was a wanted criminal and his mother wouldn't leave him alone, and for two, the Dark Lord wanted them with him in his castle.
Draco made his way to his room, but then he heard a voice coming from the leaving room, it was a voice he knew well for it was the one of his former potion teacher, Severus Snape. Snape wasn't alone, another man was with him. They were whispering so they wouldn't be heard. Draco knew it was a conversation not meant for his ears. Curiosity got the better of him, he was a sneaky one, the Sorting Hat hadn't been wrong about that... Draco always had been a silent child. He used it to his advantage. He silently approached the room to listen what they were talking about.
- I assure you Rushmore, that mudblood is the one you want, without her, they are nothing! Said the greasy looking tall man.
- A mudblood you say, hum, interesting, and she's the best friend of Potter?
- That's right, he will come for her, be sure about it, always playing the hero. I'm surprised the Dark Lord haven't thought about it before... Implied Snape.
- Who says he hadn't?
- Well, carefully replied Snape, If that was the case, I wasn't aware of it...
- Anyhow, do you have any idea how to capture her?
- I'm not a Potion Master for nothing...
Draco had heard enough to get the meaning of their conversation. They were planning the abduction of Granger, beautiful mudblood Granger. He knew what would happen to the girl if she got captured, and he could do nothing about it, or could he? Not that he particularly cared about the girl, he tried to convince himself, but he hated the treatment reserved for the girls the Death Eaters abducted, muggles or mudblood confounded. They would beat them, raped them and as the grand finale, they would break them down. He even saw a Death Eater give his only pureblood daughter to prove his loyalty. She had been raped by no less then 20 man. She had once been one of his friend. That was the last time he saw her, he didn't even knew if she was still alive. When his turn arrived, Draco faked an erection, but he would always remember the look on her face, or the lack of it, her eyes empty of any emotion. Draco was feeling sick just to think about it again. For the remembrance of his friend, he would try to do something, what, he didn't knew it yet. Draco swore that he would do anything possible to stop this madness.
Draco was now in his small room. He couldn't help but think about the situation that has arisen. He always had admire Hermione Granger, she was friendly, pretty, even when she had big front tooths and bushy hair, she was the cleverest witch he had ever know, smarter than him, and the cherry on top of the cake, she wasn't afraid of him. In fact, she was the only girl who wouldn't give him the time of the day, and that was the challenge he wanted. For three years now, since the slap she'd gave in third year, he had longed for her, masturbated thinking of her, of what he could do to her, with her. Draco wasn't any good interpreting his feelings, but he liked her all right. If she wasn't a mudblood, he could consider making her his wife. Alas, reality was something quite different. She was a mudblood, he, a pureblood, follower of the Dark Lord against his better wishes, thanks to his father.
Draco was thinking hard about a solution, but couldn't find any. "If only I could do something to prevent any damages... That's it! Yes, it could work... If I succeed convincing Snape..." Draco was proud of his idea, it will all work to his advantages. For the first time of three months, Draco Malfoy had an expression on his face, a little smile. Maybe it wasn't all lost.