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Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin' clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win
Half my life is in books' written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Aerosmith- Dream on

Asil, Draco's prized eagle owl, flew threw an open window at a house in small town, hundreds of miles away from Hogwarts grounds. A husband sat reading the Daily Prophet while his wife sat to his left, reading a book on deadly curses.

"Bella, your nephew has sent a letter." Rodolphus announced lazily from his chair by the fire.

"Draco? He should be busy with school work." the dark haired, heavy lidded women said with slight shock in her voice. Her nephew never wrote to her.

"Get the damn bird, Bella. She's beginning to peck the furniture." her husband said before returning his attention to his paper.

Bellatrix Lestrange stood and made her way to the owl. She untied the letter from its leg, gave it a treat from a desk drawer and went to sit down.

"What does he want?" Rodolphus asked.

"I haven't even opened the letter yet." she answered with an eye roll.

She ignored her husband and opened the letter.

'Dear Aunt Bellatrix,

I have received letters from someone claiming to know my father, is there any truth to this persons accusation? I have been appointed Head boy this year and anything that could come of this wouldn't look good to the Malfoy or Black name. I would like to contact this person but I don't know how to reach him as all the owls that have delivered the letters have left before I can even tell you their color. Will you be able to assist me in this? If so please write back.

Draco Malfoy'

"That man that Lucius always wrote to, what was his name, Rodolphus?"

"Mundungus's son, wasn't it? Tavorian?"

"Yes, that was it. Tavorian Fletcher." she said while she made her way to her writing desk to answer her only nephew.

Draco sat in his room, staring at a frazzled looking Hermione Granger. She had burst into his room crying and apologizing an hour ago and hadn't stopped either since.

"You have to understand! I was over it, my parents were over it, everyone was over it. Then you come along and I get a letter from the person that made my life hell. You don't even care."

"That's a load of shit and you know it, Granger. If you were truly over it the letter wouldn't have bothered you. It's not my fault that you got that damn letter. You would have gotten one anyways. I didn't hire the man to off you so I don't know where you get your damn ideas."

"I get my ideas from events. You get letters but you don't tell anyone about them and then, when we are seen together, the man suddenly decides to write to me. The man could be you for all I know." she yelled at him as the tears poured down her face.

"My father hired the man! My fathers behind this whole thing. When he died or got the kiss or whatever the hell's happened to him, I inherited all his fucked up plans! Whoever the hell sent you the damn letter did so for their own sick and twisted pleasure. I thought we had some sort of relationship after Hogsmeade! It seems that I have to have the thought capacity of a rodent or a stupid scar on my forehead in order to have anything to do with you." Draco answered with narrowed eyes. He would be fine with her sudden change if it actually held water.

He looked over to his window to see Asil sitting on the sill.

"Where do you think you're going?" she squawked at him when he stood up to go to the window.

He didn't answer, just opened the window and let Asil land on his arm before removing the letter.

"Thank you Asil, have a treat."

He watched as his owl ate in her corner before he looked down at the letter he held in his hands.

"Is that another letter from the man you don't know?" she asked suspiciously.

"Why are you so damn suspicious of me all of a sudden?" he answered sarcastically.

He opened the letter and began to read.

'Draco dear,

I can't say how happy I was to receive your letter. I am sure you're very excited about the upcoming meeting with Master. He's so excited about gaining you as a member. Your father has taken care of all matters so it seems you just have to show up.'

Draco rolled his eyes and skipped a couple of paragraphs. Now he knew why his mother rarely wrote to this particular aunt. She wrote to Aunt Andromeda three times a week, to check up on Raliegh and to have some one to talk to after having to deal with his father. He finally found what he was looking for in the letter.

'...a boy by the name of Tavorian Fletcher. He's Mundungus's son, you remember him from your childhood don't you? Well, your uncle and I must be off, Draco. We have a very important meeting to attend. I look forward to hearing from you again, nephew.

Bellatrix Lestrange'

Draco stared at the letter in his hands. He finally had a face and name to put with the person writing these letters. He remembered Tavorian very well. Tavorian was a tall, beefy guy around 15 years older than him.

"What does the letter say?" he heard Hermione ask quietly.

"None of your damn business."

"No need to be rude." she huffed at him.

"You accuse me of hiring someone to kill you, and then you say it's my fault the man came out of the damn woodwork. Who's being rude here, Granger?" he asked coldly.

"I...you. You have to admit it's suspicious." she said, trying to convince him.

"You just don't get it, do you? I was trying to be nice to you, trying to prove to everyone that I'm not my father! If it were up to you I'd be in Azkaban for something you claim I did. You have no proof that anything that has happened to you is my fault, mainly because there is none, and yet you still accuse me of everything. Get off your pedestal, Granger, my life doesn't revolve around you."

He glared at her as she opened and closed her mouth. She turned pink and stood up to leave.

"I came in here to say I was sorry, Draco." she said softly from the door of their bathroom.

"That's funny, because all I heard was you accusing me of something." he said sad smile on his face.

"You don't understand." she insisted.

"Then explain to me, make me understand why it's my entire fault."

She had turned away from him to leave but now she faced him. Her eyes were red but the tears had stopped falling.

"You wouldn't understand, even then." she sighed pitifully.

"You don't want me to understand, you mean? I think you just want to have this poor girl image."

"You're the only student that knows in this school. How do I want the poor girl image?" she demanded.

"If you didn't want the image you'd tell me so I'd stop asking. You want me to ask you what happened. You want to see the pity in my eyes when I look at you. I know your type; Pansy would fit in with you nicely."

"Don't you dare compare me to that skank!" Hermione growled. "I am nothing like her. I don't want pity but I don't want to talk about it, why can't you just get that?" she asked desperately.

"Because if you don't talk about it you'll go around thinking I'm an asshole for the rest of our lives when all I wanted to do was help! I don't want to drag you into the past, I'm not that callous, but I want you to be able to get a letter from this nut and not be affected by it."

"Why do you want to help me?" she asked suspiciously.

"I don't know! It's fun to have an actual conversation once and awhile, even if we're yelling."

"Are you telling me you fancy me?" she asked with a smile.

"God no. I just like being able to walk into a room and know that if I want to just talk to someone about a class, I can just come to the common room." he answered with a shudder.

"It's not a totally disgusting concept, Draco." she huffed at his shudder. "You act like I'm made out of toxic waste."

"Out of what?" he asked.

"Toxic potion, then." she amended. "Honestly, all the muggle sayings I spit out and toxic waste is the one you have a problem with." she muttered to herself.

"I heard that. If you pay attention to yourself you'd realize that you don't even stop to draw a breath when you say some insane 'saying', as you call them, and then, because I've learned to tune you out, by the end of your speech I've forgotten what I was confused about." he explained to her calmly.

"Is that why you listened to my S.P.E.W. speech?" she asked curiously.

"What? Oh, that stupid club you tried to get everyone to join when however long ago." he said with a wave of his hand. "You know, just because you believe in something doesn't mean everyone else has to, too."

"I don't know what you're talking about. And S.P.E.W. isn't a stupid club, Draco. It's very important to the elves."

"Hermione, have you seen the look on the house-elves faces when they see you coming? They like what they do: it's what they've been born and raised to do. You're making their lives worse because you think it's best for them."

"That's not true! They want to be free, there are plenty of free house-elves that are perfectly content with their lives." she defended.

"They were doing fine for thousands of years. They don't know anything different than to serve others. Why are you making such a big deal out of this when they try to avoid the idea altogether?" he asked while sitting down across from her.

"They don't know what's good for them. They don't know what freedom is so they don't know how good it is!" she explained with a passion.

"So you know what's better for them?" he asked with a raised eye-brow.

"Yes, I do." she answered with a self satisfied smile.

"How do you know what's best for them? You don't have one so you don't know their full abilities, you've been in the wizarding world not even seven years so you don't know a lot about them and you've only seen them in Hogwarts, where their treated with respect. The only elves you want to save are the ones that are in pure blood wizarding families, the ones you know are virtually impossible to save. It's great to have something to stand for, Hermione, but you don't have to try and convince everyone else. I didn't go around the tables of the great hall trying to recruit people for my father, did I? I didn't demand that Crabbe and Goyle go into a book store with me at every Hogsmeade trip, even though I wanted to. You have to understand that you can't win over everyone. No matter how hard you try, you'll never please everyone. You can't make every mission yours to win." he added with a small sigh.

He waited for her to blow up but it never happened. He looked at her expectantly and was surprised to hear her sigh in defeat.

"What, that's it? I win?" he asked with a furrowed brow.

"Yes, I suppose." she answered with a smile.

Draco looked around the room with suspicion but smiled when nothing jumped out at him.

"So I win this one?" he asked again, just to cover all areas.

"Yes, I suppose." she repeated with a roll of her eyes.

He was about to open his mouth when a banging noise sounded from the common room door.

"I'll get it." she volunteered, already halfway to his open dorm door.

He watched as she walked out and sighed. He had no idea what just went on. He was getting soft.

"...Hermione! I can't believe you just ditched us to spend time with ferret face! We haven't even seen you in ages and then when I ask you to Hogsmeade you ignore us and hang out with the death-eater-in-training, Malfoy!" The voice of Weasel drifted into his room.

"Ron, you know it's not like that! I wanted to spend the day with you but when he showed up you left in a huff. How was I supposed to spend the day with you if I couldn't even talk to you?"

"You chose him over me! Why would I want to talk to you?" The Weasel yelled.

"You've chosen everything over me, Ron!" He heard Hermione scream.

"I've never picked..."

"Yule ball! You realized I was a girl and got mad at me for you picking someone else and someone else asking me! Nimbus 2000. You picked that damn broom over me! You didn't talk to me because I told Professor McGonagall about it. That damned rat! You chose to get mad at me because of a rodent! You didn't talk to me for days and it turned out the damned thing was alive and a bloody traitor. Last year you chose to ask Lavender to Hogsmeade when we were celebrating my birthday! MY BLOODY BIRTHDAY, RON, AND YOU CHOSE A DIFFERENT GIRL TO SPEND TIME WITH!"

"Hermione, calm down." Draco said as he came into the room to stand beside her. "I'm sure Weasel has a wonderful explanation for everything you just accused him of."

The blond boy smirked as he watched the red head fidget and turn red.

"Hermione, you don't understand! He's MALFOY!" the imbecile tried to fight.

"Just leave, Ronald! I can't stand this anymore. When you've had time to think about how wrong you are, come back."

"Are you telling me to leave?"

"Yes, Ron, I don't have to time or patience to be worried about how you're going to react to everything I do. Please, just leave." she said wearily.

Draco watched wide-eyed as the Weasel-boy closed his mouth, turned red and turned to stomp out of their common room.

"Draco?" she asked faintly.

"Yes?" he answered with an eye on the common room to make sure the Gryffindor didn't come back.

"What did I just do?" she asked before dropping to the floor in a faint.

"You, my dear, just broke up the trio." he whispered as he bent to pick her up and carry her to her rooms.