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The next morning I slowly slipped into consciousness. I can't deny it was much more pleasant way to wake up than being jarred awake from dreams about the-boy-who-lived. I sleepily rolled myself over, away from the bright sunlight that was making its way through the hangings on the windows, and yawned as I opened my eyes. I remember briefly wondering what time it was before I realized all was not right in my chamber. Specifically, there was something distinctly ...out of place in my bed.

I quickly ran over last night's events in my head. It had been just like dozens before it. I had stayed inside the Manor. I had read a book while sitting in front of the fire in my father's old study. I had returned to my chambers late, and hadn't even bothered showering. I had woken up in the middle of the night, Potter dream as per usual. No where in my recollection had there been a girl. More specifically, a girl in my bed.

She was laying with her bare back facing me, the sheets -- my sheets -- only pulled up so far. Her long crimson hair was seemingly strewn everywhere around her head. I could see her torso expand as she took a breath, obviously still in a very deep sleep.

If my father were still alive I would've been certain this was one of his tricks or worse. But he was long since dead and I knew for a fact I was the only one residing in the manor. Even the house elves had left, something I had yet to fully figure out. I fleetingly wondered if dark magic had reached a new level, but the thought was simply to absurd to entertain for longer than a moment.

I wondered if there was any chance of my getting out of the room without her noticing. Forget that, I needed to find my wand, and fast. Finding strangers in ones bed doesn't usually have such favourable outcomes.

I slowly slipped out from underneath the sheets and tiptoed across the room to my desk, where I was almost positive I'd left my wand.

Without warning she sat up, now fully awake. Her green eyes glinting in the light from the window. They seemed to hold a haunting gaze of sorts, yet also held something very familiar, even though I couldn't place at the moment. She took a breath and then in an eerily airy voice said, as if rehearsed, "She's looking for you; a constant vigilance in her search. You are but a piece of what she seeks. Once the pieces are joined, they will help re-establish the light. ...They're coming for you."

I fell to the ground, when I opened my eyes the girl was gone. I was sprawled out beside my bed, undoubtedly having only just fallen off of it. I should've known it was a dream.

As I lay on the floor I couldn't help but wonder at the dreams I'd been having as of late. Cruel was precisely what they were. And they were seriously messing with my beauty sleep.

I sighed deeply and pulled myself up off of the floor.

Just as I had returned myself to my bed, a large brown owl appeared at my window, carrying what seemed to be a rather lengthy letter.

I grudgingly moved off my bed, unhurriedly making my way to the window to open it. The owl fluttered in and situated itself on top of my mahogany desk and waited for me to detach the letter. After I had done so, it simply flew out the still open window, not waiting for anything from me.

Absentmindedly I shut the window while I slowly unrolled the parchment:

Mr. Malfoy,

I, Miverva McGonagall, request your presence for an appointment on the sixteenth of this month to discuss the reopening of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The meeting will be held in Hogsmeade, at what once was known as the Three Broomsticks before the war. I'm sure you remember it.

I hope to see you there. I have an important position in mind for you and I'm quite sure you're the best for it.

Minerva McGonagall

Well, I thought, that's certainly interesting. My eyes wandered to the other foot or so of filled parchment left. But, if that's all McGonagall wanted, what is the rest of that?

The handwriting visibly changed to a neat and very small handwriting after McGonagall's signature:

Malfoy,

I know McGonagall thinks you're best suited for the position of Potions master. I've begun to wonder if becoming headperson of Hogwarts does people's heads in. First Dumbledore's unshakable faith in Snape, and now hers in you.

Well, I'll have you know I'm not buying it for a moment, Malfoy. Not one bit. People don't change, especially not people who've done the things I know you've done. You needn't bother denying it. I'll hear none of it.

I don't care if you did help us win the war. Surprised I knew about that? Surprised Harry didn't keep that little tidbit to himself? I'll have you know he told everyone you helped us. God knows why. Everyone would've much rather believed it was solely he who had tracked Voldemort down. Toward the end I think he actually believed you'd changed, that you wanted what was best for the entire world, and not just for yourself. I didn't buy it then and I certainly don't buy it now. You've only always looked out for yourself. You wouldn't have given the Aurors any of the information you had if you hadn't seen some sort of personal gain in it for you. I have yet to figure out what that might've been, but I'm sure there was something. You are and always will be a Malfoy.

I'm sure at this point you're probably thinking, "Oh, stupid girl still isn't over the fact I teased her at school." I'll assure you it's nothing of the sort. I simply want what's best for Hogwarts, and the school certainly doesn't need someone as erratic and arrogant as you on the scene; especially for during our first year being reopened.

I don't know why McGonagall doesn't seem to understand this. Hogwarts needs stable professors. The children have already missed out on so much. And that's what Hogwarts is about: the children. Keeping them safe and educating them.

So, for once in your life I'm requesting that you do the responsible thing. Stay away from Hogwarts. You could only make things worse. Besides, I remember you constantly saying you didn't like it there all that much anyway. So give the everyone a break and keep your aristocratic nose out of it.

-Professor Hermione Granger

I rolled the parchment back up. Who the hell did Granger think she was? As if I wouldn't do something simply because she ranted at me not to. Actually, her ranting made me want to go to the meeting, if only to get under her skin. It'd been awhile before I'd had the pleasure of ruffling someone's feathers, I had to admit I missed it. Of course, there was no way in hell I'd actually consider teaching at Hogwarts. I mean, honestly, what appeal did that hold? None whatsoever.

Though, I always had liked Potions. I was rather brilliant, if I do say so myself. I smirked as I contemplated Granger's rant, though it faded a tad when I recalled the bit about Potter telling everyone I had given up information. I hadn't expected that. It just proved what a complete and utter moron he had been. He had the chance for even more glory and he just handed it off to me. However, when in my possession, it was no longer glory. It became a series of ulterior motives on my part. Though, Granger hadn't been wrong. I had gotten something out of it for myself: my life. Not that it meant so much these days. But maybe it would again someday...

I sat down at my desk and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment:

Professor McGonagall,

I'm quite interested to hear of your plans. I shall see you there.

Draco Malfoy

I set the piece of parchment aside and pulled out another new piece:

Granger,

Do you really think my nose is aristocratic? I've never been quite sure. Some days I find it more along the lines of a pure-blooded structure. But wait, you wouldn't understand about that, now would you?

I'm assuming you're planning on being at the Three Broomsticks on the sixteenth? Well, I'll see you there. It's really been too long since we've last graced each other's presence.

Draco Malfoy

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