Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot. The characters and the majority of the settings belong to J.K Rowling. Some lyrics are used which belong to Stonesour
Summary: Draco Malfoy, whilst sorting through his late fathers belongings, stumbles on a very old piece of framed parchment addressing him. At the bottom of the paper is the very loopy signature of Merlin Malfoy…
A/N: Hey guys! Just letting you know now that if it takes a while for me to update it's just because I'll be working on And Then He Says or on my new joined story with suicides-in-the-blood. Check it out guys, it's called The Darkness Of Love and it's under the name Lemungo'z.
By the way, I forgot to mention this last chapter, but the way Draco describes his feelings are loosely based on a song called Bother by Stonesour. I will be using some of the lyrics spread throughout the story but I might alter them slightly to fit into conversations.
Ok, now on with the story!
Chapter Two
He moaned as he rolled over, his hair hiding his sleeping eyes from view. A thin layer of sweat covered his body and his skin was raised in little bumps.
"No!" he moaned.
His father stood between himself and Snape. Snape had that evil glint in his eyes, the one Draco had only seen when the potions master was confronted by Potter.
"Really Severus, this isn't necessary," he heard his father say.
"Oh but it is Lucius…"
Draco snapped up bolt straight swallowing hard and gasping for air. The door in front of his bed was open a crack and Draco only just saw a mass of bushy hair disappear quickly as the door creaked shut.
"Granger…"
He wiped his sweat coated face with two hands before resting his hand on his brow and sighing. The dreams were back. He never saw the ending, but he knew it well. He shuddered as he thought of the way his father's name had slithered off Snape's tongue so elegantly.
He looked at the grandfather clock in the corner, the moonlight illuminated it perfectly. The golden minute hand clicked over to the 6 at the bottom of the face.
4:30am, the exact time his father had died.
A single tear slid down his flawless, spot free, pale cheek.
"I wish I was too dead to cry," he whispered to himself before rolling over, "and my self infliction would just fade."
He was asleep.
Draco woke up the next morning with no recollection of the previous night, no recollection that Hermione Granger had seen him wake from a nightmare…
"Dra!" Pansy called to him that morning from across the Great Hall.
"Hey Pansy," he yawned before taking a seat next to her, "What have we got today."
She shrugged, "the new potion master is arriving soon to handout timetables."
He looked towards Crabbe and Goyle; they were both sniggering with full mouths and looking toward the teachers table at the front of the room.
There stood a tall blonde, she was probably in her late twenties and boy was she a looker. From beneath her grey pencil skirt sprouted the two of most beautifully tanned legs Draco had ever seen.
"If I may have your attention for a few seconds," Dumbledore called in a booming voice. The noise in the hall died out almost instantly.
"This is Professor Millings; she is taking over for Professor Snape."
A quiet whisper rippled through the hall.
"She will also be replacing Professor Snape as Head of Slytherins!"
A small cheer echoed from Draco's table, mostly by male population. Professor Millings flashed her new house a smile. Dumbledore sat down and the Heads of House began making their way down the four tables passing out timetables.
"She's gotta be at least part Veela," Blaise whispered to Draco as she passed them.
He tilted in head, thinking and then he nodded in agreement. Draco then looked at his timetable. Double Potions with Professor Millings and Gryffindor, a smile crept on to his thin lip.
"As Professor Dumbledore said, I will be taking your class from now on," Professor Millings explained to Draco's class 20 minutes later.
"Ok first of, I'll just give you a bit of a verbal test, just see where you guys are at," she continued, "ok, umm, who can tell me the use of a Vatracium Potion?"
Draco actually felt his hair fly up as Granger, who was sitting behind him, shot her hand up.
"Err, very well, Miss..?"
"Hermione Granger, Professor. Vatracium is used to see briefly into the past. Whilst it is a very complicated potion and is very advanced in its field, it is not an exact science, seeing into the past that is. The effects may only last for just over a minute and that's if it's made strongly."
Professor Millings beamed at her, "20 points to Slytherin!"
"Umm Professor, I'm in Gryffindor."
She looked taken aback, "surely not?"
Hermione nodded.
"Well I just didn't expect a Gryffindor to out do a class of Slytherins in potions, very well, 20 points to Gryffindor. Moving on who can tell me what I was brewing if I added a Boarag (sp?) followed by lacewings and then I...?"
"What a dumb blonde," Draco said rather loudly to his fellow Slytherins over lunch, "she actually thought Granger was one of us. I mean Argh! That fifthly little bookworm, know-it-all, bushy-haired, mudblood, one of us!"
As the Slytherins laughed Draco heard a bold voice pass him, "You'd think, wouldn't you," Granger said, "that after, what 6 years, you'd be able to come up with another insult, it's getting rather tiresome."
He watched her walk over to the Gryffindor table. She would never be worthy.
It was happening again, there were Snape and his father. Snape was laughing so loudly that Draco had to cover his ears with his hands. He was so cold, and it was so dark. He fell against the floor and scrambled back until he hit the stone wall and everything went quiet…
Once again Draco sat up in bed, covered in sweat and shaking. He shook his head and as he did he heard a noise that made him jump. There was a tap-tapping coming from his bedroom window. He got up and let the owl in. Attached to its leg was off white scroll seal with wax and stamped with the Malfoy emblem. Draco broke open the seal and unravelled the parchment.
Draco, it said in his mother's neat cursive,
I will be needing your assistance at home for a few days. The media is overwhelming and I need your help. If you could just finish sorting out your father's belongings, then I can deal with the press a little better.
Thank-you sweetheart, I have sent a letter to Dumbledore, I will expect you soon.
Love Mother.
Groaning, Draco placed the letter on his desk and left for the headmaster's office. Once there, he flooed to Malfoy Manor. He found his mother in her room, cheeks tear streaked and wrinkles blemishing her once perfect skin.
Draco had no idea what to say to make it better; he just wanted her to feel happy again, so instead he just said, "I'll start in the attic."
Well there you go another chapter. It has taken forever to get up I know, AND I ONLY GOT TWO REVIEWS, talk about pissed off! I am expecting better of you this time around, do me proud fellow Fan-ficians.
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