By the next day Draco really was starving after missing lunch and dinner. He headed to breakfast and decided to eat for the first time in a few days. He grabbed a piece of toast and a glass of O.J as he looked over his charms homework from the night before. He finished his toast and got up to leave when Millicent grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to the table.

"Is that all your going to eat Draco?" She asked. He glared at her as she began to load his plate and said "You need your energy, Quidditch practice is starting soon, eat!" "Who are you, my mother?" Draco said as he crossed his arms defiantly over his chest and glared at the large brunet girl. It did no good and he was force feed toast and jam until lunch was over.

As he headed out of transfiguration that afternoon he took a turn into the boys' bathroom. He was feeling extremely unsettled and his stomach was complaining fiercely. He leaned against a sink and stared into the mirror. All that food this morning hadn't agreed with him at all. His stomach wasn't used to it anymore. He tried hard to fight his unusually large breakfast threatening to rise as he headed late to Arithmancy.

He was forced to take an empty seat next to Granger because of his tardiness and he cursed Millicent once again for not minding her own business and eating schedule.

The lesson seemed to go by without incident or hostility between the two and Draco was just finishing his 60th equation when Granger's quill rolled off their shared desk and he automatically reached out and caught it, placing it back onto the desk. "Thanks…" Granger said, staring at him awkwardly. "Reflex" he said and shrugged, going back to his equations.

He was interrupted once again by Granger as she said, "Hey, I wanted to know what spell you used on Harry, it seems really useful, I'd like to teach it to him. Ignoring the strangeness of the foreign civility that had descended upon them, Draco replied "It's called the Oculus Charm, but don't bother, it has to be redone every day". The teacher dismissed the class and Draco headed out of the classroom.

In a slightly better mood then normal, Draco headed towards his dorm. As he turned a corner Pansy Parkinson's sobbing figure crashed into him. She looked into his face and suddenly took on the look of a deer caught in headlights and extended a trembling hand out to him, clutching a letter.

He looked down at the letter, then back up at her tear streaked face, and back down to the letter. It was torn open and addressed to him, Draco Malfoy. He snatched the letter from her hand roughly as Pansy's stricken face and sobbing and his steadily reddening face began to draw a crowd.

He opened the letter and let his eyes scan over it for a second. Suddenly he froze. The subject of the letter floated into his brain. He couldn't take in the words written out before him. For a second he seemed to have lost the ability to read.

The only thing he could understand was "Your mother gone" and "passed away tragically". The world spun for a second and then was roughly thrown back into place, everything frigid and plain, but as there and real as ever, and he raised his cold grey eyes to meet Pansy's. She gasped at the chill in his stare and he raised his hand and in one quick moment struck her hard across the face, sending her stumbling back. She gasped and raised her hand up to her cheek whimpering. "You need to learn to mind your own damn business, twat" He said coldly as people around him gasped. He turned and walked away.

Back in his room he closed the door and leaned against the cold wood to support himself against the numbness of his disbelief. Again he raised the letter up to his face. He walked over to his desk and sat down. He looked down at the letter in his hands and the words slowly became clearer and showed themselves against the sea of black smudges. He let his eyes wash over the letter. Once. Twice. Three times. By the fourth the words had finally sunk in.

Dear Draco,

I am devastated to inform you that your mother has passed away tragically. It happened while you were still away at Hogwarts. She has been buried in the family cemetery. We are all grieving. Do not let this news interfere with your school work, it is tragic but we must move on and beyond this.

Your father, Lucius Malfoy

Draco crushed the Paper in his hands. She was dead. His mother was dead. He slowly made the connections of her being missing to him for the last two weeks he had been at the manor. The fighting that had occurred between her and his father for some time now, becoming very heated recently. He had no doubts as to the death not being an accident and as to who had arranged for this death. The letter didn't even state that it had been an accident. His father didn't bother to hide his involvement, or rather showed it.

He could read right through his father's words and between the lines. It was a warning as well. It clearly said not to get involved, move on, and not to ask questions because his father didn't intend to tell him anything. His mother had gotten in the way, asked too much questions, and much more.

Draco balled his hand into a fist around the letter and raised his fist, slamming it down onto the surface of his desk. He heard the wood crack and look down coldly at it. He raised his hand from the desk, revealing blood and imbedded splinters. He pulled out his wand and fixed the table top, then got up from his chair. He discarded the blood spattered letter and headed towards the infirmary as he wiped away any trace of a tear that had dared to escape the frozen surface of his cold grey eyes.

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Author's note: Well it happened, Draco's mom died, and he's all torn and confused about it, as would be expected sorta…Anyway, The magazine makes an appearance in the next chapter, pushing along into obsession…Next chapter coming along soon, Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, please keep them coming while I keep the chapters coming! The story is slowly unfolding. Please R&R, I love to know what the readers think.