A.N- YES. This story will be finished... I know that I haven't updated in a long time- blame my school for assigning homework and big projects and... everything else. And I had writer's block. I also know that this chapter isn't long. Sorry. And I also realize that this chapter isn't really drama-filled. But hey- I had to do it like this. Not only because of writer's block- But because... It's the calm before the "storm", hence the chapter title.

But... Enjoy...

"WHAT?" He blurted his eyes in a scowl, yet still wide in shock. Draco let go of her shoulders, taking a step away from his friend, "How do you know?" Draco hoped Pansy was wrong, just this once.

"He told me!"

"You didn't stop him?"

Pansy frowned, then scolded, then glared and threw her arms in the air, "I didn't know what he was doing! He told me AFTER he sent the letter!"

Draco fell silent, looking guiltful for blaming Pansy, but still anger about the letter. Draco opened his mouth to say something to Pansy, but closed his mouth. After a couple seconds, he opened his mouth again, but closed it when no words came out. It was a bit like a fish. Draco frowned then narrowed his eyes briefly, looking away from Pansy. "It's already sent?" He asked with a grumble.

Her facial expression softened and she let her arms drop to her sides. "Yes." She said in a whisper.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but held his hand against his mouth, lost in thought. Draco walked to a wall of the corridor, then to the opposite wall, pacing like a trapped lion.

"He's written to father about Ginny." Draco told her blankly. Pansy must've already have figured this out on her own though.

He stopped pacing as he stared at the stone wall, Draco shook his head in an unknowing way. He had no clue what to do. There was nothing he could do. He would just have to sit at the castle and wait. At least his father couldn't come to the school to retrieve him though, seeing as how he was trying to hide from the ministry.

Draco rubbed his cool hands together as he closed his eyes. Already- already he could hear his father's voice shouting at him. He could already feel the tension, hear his booming voice, feel his father's cold gaze. His mother- She would not shout or scream- but do something worse. Say nothing. But he'd be able to feel the disappointed from her. She was a Black after all. The family of Black and Malfoy did not get along with the Weasleys. No. That was like one of the greatest sins imaginable- falling for a Weasley.

Despicable.

Licking his lips, he turned back to Pansy, opening his eyes to look at her. His gray eyes asked her for advice, but Pansy gave him a pitied look as she shook her head, offering only a small shrug.

"I can't do anything." Draco said as he shook his head.

Pansy watched him closely. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Without another word, he turned away from her- walking down the corridor to nowhere in general.

The walk was an odd one.

The whole walk, his feet felt like their were heavy weights attached to each one, but he felt very light. Draco felt agitated and paranoid, feeling like he'd scream if anyone passing him by would brush against him somehow- but he also felt very distant from his peers, as if there was a vast valley between them. Draco hated the distant feeling- but he also loved it and greatly appreciated it.

Before he knew it- he had walked outside into a small courtyard. His eyes darted around- yet he was alone. There was only a few shrub bushes in the shapes of a hawk and a wolf, a single brown wooden bench, and a small stone fountain. He looked up into the gray sky as a soft mist hit his face.

As Draco Malfoy sat on the wooden bench, he held his breath, closing his eyes. He leaned forward on his knees, clasping his hands together as he felt the mist drop softly onto the back of his neck.

Though it was softly misting now, large gray clouds kept rolling in with rumbles and low growls.

Draco took a moment to become lost in his thoughts- but atleast he wasn't alone while lost in his mind. The fragile yet fiery red-headed girl would accompany him. Draco let himself rest in this small, empty, wet courtyard. He'd need his rest because he knew that this was the calm before the storm.

And, just to keep you... with me and not giving up all hope... This story is rounding off. But, what will be happening in the next chapters? Well, this :

The hero Harry isn't so heroic, infact... Harry is very much jerk dirt-bag like,reply from Draco's family about the letter, facing Ron,the photographerColin, an unforgivable curse or two... And alot more stuff too-- It's the "storm" after all.