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A/N: heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy everyone….I'M SO SORRY! I have been sooooooooooooooooo amazingly busy you wouldn't believe. Ok ok ok I know what you are going to say " but Jessica you still should have updated" and my respons is I know I should have but I was really really REALLY busy. And I'm truly sry fellow readers. I'm a horrible writer and I always promised myself that I would update on a regular basis but I haven't exactly kept that promise. And like I said im very sry. N e wayz im pretty sure ur sick and tired of hearing my lame excuses from me so here is the long awaited for Chapter 6….Enjoy!…plz…

Tortured Souls

Chapter 6: Decisions and Detentions, What a Lovely Combination

That Saturday afternoon, Draco was nothing short of bored out of his mind. Blaise was off with his "flavor of the week" leaving the silver-blonde haired boy on his own.

It was mid September, which gave him, some time to think about his decision. To him it was not enough time. He needed to weigh his options. Yes he did think about this before, many times before, but that never got him anywhere. Things still currently stood as- 'Say no, and get killed, say yes and be destroyed.' I guess you could say that his options were limited.

'Great. A little over a month to decide and I still have the same conclusion I did 5 months ago.' He thought to himself. ' I'm making real progress.' He added bitterly in his mind. 'Ok, lets see if I can decide by the pro's and con's of the situation, if there is any. Well if I said no I wouldn't be forcing myself to do something or be something I don't want to be. But if I say no I will most certainly get killed by my father himself.' This made him sigh.

'So far, one pro, one con. If I say yes I will please my father and not die a horrible death, until the darkness drives me insane that is.' Things were not going anywhere and he knew that.

Draco decided to take a walk outside by the lake, and clear his mind for a while. As he opened the great oak doors, he stepped outside and for the first time, noticed that it was raining. This didn't make him go back inside and seek refuge in his dorm; this made him want to step out onto the grounds even more.

As he walked down the stairs of the castle, he could feel the raindrops hitting his pale skin and the sudden cool breeze making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He looked up at the sky as it reflected the same stormy grey colour that was held in his eyes.

He continued his walk all the way down to the lake and stopped short of the edge. He gazed into the lake as the ripples in the water, caused by the raindrops, mesmerized him. He stood there for a while not really taking notice to anything that was going on around him, nor did he really care. His mind started to relax and memories came flooding back to him.

Growing up as a Malfoy was nothing like people make it out to be. No one saw what went on in the Malfoy Manor. No one saw the way Draco's parents ignored each other and didn't even show the tinniest bit of affection towards the other. No one saw the way he was brought up and how he never really had a childhood to begin with. Lucius would have it no other way.

From the day Draco was born, his life was planned out for him. He would grow up in the world of the Dark Arts until he was old enough for school. When he got into Hogwarts, he was to be sorted into Slytherin, like a true pureblood. Then Draco would still learn the Dark Arts during the summer break until he was of age to become what he was destined to be, a Death Eater. He would become one of the most powerful and most loyal of them all. He would be the most trusted to the Dark Lord, as was Lucius. He was to make both his father and the Dark Lord proud. He would help in making the Dark Lord's plans succeed and that would be the end of him.

'Oh yes, there is nothing more satisfying than becoming a servant for the Dark Lord until he is finished with me and my existence wont matter anymore. Oh how I do love my bloody family. My father is a bastard and would rather kill me to save his own skin then do the same for me. And my pathetic excuse for a mother is a petrified bitch who wont even stand up to fucking Lucius." With that he picked up a rock that was only a few inches away from him, out of pure bitterness and animosity, and threw it into the water, causing a big splash.

His life was such a mess. He was slowly falling into the darkness he tried all his life to avoid but the people that were surrounding him kept trying to pull him in. It's like when ever he takes one step forward; they would pull him two steps back. He was very close to giving in. Very close indeed.

The sky steadily grew darker and the rain had finally stopped. The moon was fairly visible through a few lingering grey clouds. Draco always loved to watch the moon. The bright white orb was the most calming thing in the night sky. It was also the most visible. But seeing the dark blue sky and the moon reminded him of what time it was and he had no clue.

He made his way up to the castle, his shoes making sloshing noises as he stepped on the wet grass. He walked into the Entrance hall to be greeted by the warmth of the candles lit all round it.

The Slytherin Head Boy decided not to get back to his room just yet for just that reason. If he did meet Filch in any of the corridors his excuse could just merely be that he was the Head Boy and is patrolling the halls.

Draco still had the ever so hard decision to make but he decide to stop thinking about it, if possible, to give his brain a rest, at least for tonight. His damp clothes were slowly drying from the warmth of the castle, but his clothes were still sticking to his body showing off some of his muscles that had formed from the amount of quidditch he had played this summer during his spare time.

The emptiness of the halls told him that it was indeed after 9-o-clock.

"Perfect." He whispered to himself.

While walking down the corridor closest to the Gryffindor Tower he heard footsteps coming closer in his direction. The soft squeaks coming from their wet shoes told him that who ever it was, most likely a Gryffin-prat, was outside not to long ago.

'Ha, someone has not been obeying the rules. What a shame.' He thought with a smirk plastered to his aristocratic face.

Draco turned the corner and saw whom his victim was; a petite red head with soiled clothes and a tear stained face, who was walking slowly back to her common room.

" Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he asked in a smug tone.

"Sod off Malfoy." was Ginny's reply in a fairly quiet, and tired voice.

" Is that the way you talk to the Head Boy? I think not. That will be 10 point from Gryffindor." He said with his smug tone still in effect.

" Malfoy just leave me alone. I am in no bloody mood to deal with your bastard of an attitude." She stated harshly.

'She's feisty. Kind of a turn on…'

'Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? She's a Weasley. A filthy blood-traitor. Nothing more.'

' But she is sexy.'

' STOP IT!'

"Now, now, mind your language." He said with his charming yet so cunning smirk.

"Well Weasley if that is what you think then my 'bastard' of an attitude will take away another 10 pints from Gryffindor, and for being out of bed past curfew will land you in detention. You will meet me in the Potions room, Monday night at 7, to serve it. Now be on your way Weasley, I am done with you." He stated with a satisfied tone.

As she started to walk past him her heard her mumble underneath her breath-

"Stupid, fucking, ferret."

He smirked once more and yelled after her.

"I heard that Weasel."

"Good" she yelled back as she disappeared into the Gryffindor common room.

He then turned around and walked away into the darkness of the corridor, back to his Head Boy chambers to contemplate his thoughts some more. Not on his decision mind you, but on a certain red haired Gryffindor weasel.

A/N: Well there you have it. Another chapter come and gone. I feel really bad for asking this but…I would really like to hear what you think. And yes I do give you permission to yell at me as much as you want in your reviews on what a horrible writer I am for not updating in like forever. But all the same it is a review and I would really appreciate it if you would drop one for me…plz? Well until next time…(which wont be long from now, I promise!),
-Scarlet Blood